"Wait, do I know you?" Lance questioned.
"I don't think so," Keith rolled his eyes as he got to his sore feet. He cursed to himself about training the day before. He shouldn't have pushed himself so hard or did that last mile.
"Wait," Lance paused and looked into his cold grey eyes, "You were that stupid runner that ruined my painting!"
"Sprinter, imbecile and when was this?" Keith cooley replied with a face like marble.
"Last year, Volt stadium, you hit me while 'sprinting', ruining my pointillism!" Lance sputtered as his blood seemed to boil. That painting had cost Lance the competition and almost a $1,000 in prize money.
"Oh, come on why does that matter in the showers!" Keith huffed adjusting his towel in his arms. Lance almost blushed noticing Keith's bare chest that was covered in small scars. Lance was tempted to stare at the shorter boy's chest and to study the strange scars but instead he scowled as he stared into his eyes that seemed to swirl with purple and a color that Lance begged silently to know.
"Sure. Whatever Mullet," Lance muttered as he pushed into the nearest open shower and locked the door. Right after the click of the door had sounded, Keith realized his mistake he let out a loud sigh.
"Not to longate this conversation but I left my soaps in there along with my shirt," Keith puffed aspirated with his forgetful ways.
Lance was already shirtless before the end of Keith's sentence and rushed to throw on his light jacket and gather the other boy's supplies. The apology died on his lips as he threw open the door putting the other boy's belongings in front of him.
"That was fast," Keith smirked amused, but he was surprised with Lance's speed to please him. His smirk faded as he saw the fright in the other boy's eyes. Keith banished the thought when anger replaced the fear in Lance's demeanor.
"Anything else?" Lance hissed wanting to dissolve the stress that was eating away at his composure. Keith took his things from Lance's shaking hands.
"Thanks," Keith bowed his head slightly out of habit, earning a strange look from Lance. The boys went their separate ways in silence.
Lance let the hot water turn his tan skin pink. Steam rolled off his hips and after his hair was washed and his skin was rubbed raw by the tough soap his mother had crafted. His thoughts melted away slowly along with his stress, he watches as they swirled down the drain with the frothy bubbles.
In the stall a few over from Lance, Keith quickly hurried through his shower ignoring his hair till he ran a small amount of soap through it. He hated that he was already behind his schedule already. That kid with the stupidly pretty eyes, Keith caught his mind mid-drift and silenced himself while he turned off the shower. Hurriedly he dried himself with his towel that he then hung from his slight hips. He gathered his things making sure not to leave any before heading towards his dorm.
Keith unlocked his door and walked right into Pidge changing.
"Dude!" Pidge yelped covering theirself with a t-shirt.
"Pidge, I'm gay, I won't be looking at you like that," Keith rolled his eyes and grabbed a fresh shirt tossing the dirty one in the hamper, "Anyway, even if I were attracted to you, my brother would murder me, okay?"
Pidge pulled their sweatshirt over their head to hide their face in the baggy material. Flipping the hood up they were fully hidden from view and couldn't see as Keith put on his running clothes and stretched a little.
"I'm going out for a run and to sign up for that gym down the street. Need anything from the store or such?" Keith asked with a small smile as he stretched.
"Nah, not that I know of," Pidge paused, "You know what, a family sized bag of those barbeque chips. Ya know?"
"Yeah, okay. Anything else?" Keith pulled his arms up to stretch out his sore body.
Pidge just shrugged as they pulled out Rover to check on the charge on it. Keith just nodded and grabbed his wallet and keys on the way out, "Okay Pidge, see you later."
Pidge mumbled a goodbye and moved on to booting Rover up as Keith left. He shut the door and started down the hall.
Lance swore to himself as he adjusted his towel and hurried down the halls. Lance caught himself as he tried to move down the tiled halls decorated with doors that looked all the same.
"Where the fu-" Lance mumbled only being stopped by almost getting hit another person.
"Sa sorry, wait Mullet?" Lance asked confused at how the boy was already dry and clothed.
"Hey Pretty Boy. Lost?" Keith smirked up at the boy with shaggy hair that hung in his hazel eyes when wet.
"No!" Lance started to march off leaving Keith with a large grin on his face, "Well, ah, I kinda am lost actually… Do you know where 1984 is?"
"About 36 years in the past I do believe," Keith smiled at his lame joke, "If you mean the room, yeah it's the small hallway as mine. Would you like me to show you, Artsy?"
Lance pouted slightly then grimaced, "Just point me in the direction and I'm a businessman. I have stuff to do."
"Two halls that way," Keith pointed the way Lance was going, "Then one right, okay?"
"Thanks, I guess, bye Mullet," Lance called as he hurried off to his dorm room.
Keith whistled a little tune as he open the door into the stairway and walked mindlessly down the steps.
Lance on the other hand hurried into his room with the flyer still gripped in his hand, "Hunk, Hunk, buddy, Party in a fraternity! Let's goooooooo!"
"How did it go? No, no, no, a hundred times no?" Hunk tilted his head playing coy.
Lance rolled his eyes, "Ha, ha, I'm going!"
"Fine, have fun but don't make us have an intervention," Hunk pulled on his shoes, "I'm going to get coffee."
"So soon?" Lance teased remembering the skinny girl named Shey.
"Shush," Hunk paused then whispered, "You hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Your stupidity is infecting the air, you should take a break from pouring it into the atmosphere," Hunk smirked and tightened his bandana around his head.
Lance pouted and nodded, "Bye jerk."
"Bye Chico!"
Hunk left, shutting the door quietly, leaving Lance in silence.
"Um…. Time to draw?" Lance asked himself already searching for his sketchbook and pencils.
He didn't even realize what he was drawing as he sat in by himself thinking. After awhile he looked down to find himself looking into small purple eyes of a shadowy figure that grinned smugly.
Why him? Lance sighed and tore out the paper, made it into a little ball and tossed it into the corner.