Hey Guys:
Please read this with care as it contains dark themes, and talks about panic attacks, PTSD, suicide, and depression. I will try to update soon.
KB
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Fuck. This was the first thought that crossed Keith Kogane's mind as he tried the key again, willing his crappy motorcycle to start. He sighed loudly, ripping his helmet off, throwing it down next to him as he stared up at the night sky. It was close to midnight, and despite only being about an hour from the dorms, it would take him even longer to walk.
The 19-year-old groaned loudly, leaning his head against the handlebars as exhaustion washed through his body. If it wasn't midnight, you could fix it, He thought. His bike had been having trouble lately, but between two jobs and 6 classes, he didn't really have a lot of time to look at it. Him and Shiro used to spend almost every Saturday together, fixing it up, making it better than the $100 Keith had spent for it, but that had been a while.
Wind rushed around him, and Keith sneezed loudly, pulling his thin black jacket closer, and glanced around the empty parking lot. Considering he always stayed later trying to help the morning shift, the parking lot was basically empty. He ran a hand through his hair before standing and stretching loudly as his vision wavered momentarily. God, he was fucking tired.
The light above him popped before going out as darkness flooded the small space, and thunder echoed around him in the distance. Great. The teenager exhaled loudly as he reached for his phone, scrolling through the contacts before he found Shiro's number. He pressed the warm device to his ear, kicking some rocks with his shoe as he waited for his brother to answer.
"Hey, you've reached Shiro- Keith! Keith, get down from there! No, you can't jump from- look, leave your message and your number after the beep, I have to go deal with my kid brother. Keith! Get back he-"
Keith shook his head, laughing softly as he looked up at the sky again, waiting for the beep. The voicemail was from a few years ago, and despite Keith pleading for Shiro to change it, he never did. Keith swallowed as a high-pitched beep filled his ear, "Hey Shiro. So, funny story, but my bike won't start. I wasn't sure if you were back in town yet but… call me."
He sighed loudly, pulling his jacket closer as he sat on the front steps of his work. The cold concrete soaked through his pants, chilling his legs and Keith groaned loudly as thunder clapped overhead once more. He glanced down at his watch, 1230am. At least he didn't have class in the morning…
Keith leaned against the glass door behind him, pushing his legs out in front of him, as he watched tiny rain droplets smack against the black concrete, bouncing off his red and black bike before jumping towards the ground. The 19-year-old bit his lip. You could call Lance… He pulled his phone from his pocket again, scrolling through his messages again, his finger hovering over Lancelot. It was a stupid nickname, but considering Lance came up with all kinds for Keith, he felt it was fitting.
"Lance," Keith said, pulling his keys from his bookbag, trying to find his motorcycle key, "I-I'm not really a great guy, alright? I'm not really good with interaction, and I think it's great you find me cool and everything, but if you knew me, you wouldn't be saying that…"
Keith grasped his bookbag tighter, feeling his nails digging into his skin as hurt flashed across Lance's face. It's not his fault you have feelings for him…
Keith sighed loudly, and pressed call, hoping that Lance would pick up…
…
People were laughing as pictures flashed across the screen, and Keith walked off the stage, a small grin plastered to his face as he grabbed his red bookbag. He swallowed loudly as his eyes connected with Brad's, and clenched his fists as anger coursed through him. I want you to feel my pain, He thought. The 17-year-old slung his book bag over his shoulder, shifting it slightly as it connected with his bruised shoulder from earlier.
He reached the door, listening to the Dean yelling his name, and turned towards the chaotic scene unfolding before him. Teachers began yelling, parents moving quickly as they tried to stop the slideshow that filtered through the projector. The Dean yelled something incoherent through the microphone as he tried to contain the rowdy gym full of people, as another picture flashed across the screen. Keith ran a hand through his hair shakily as one of the teachers glanced towards him, a disappointed look masking his features. Shit.
The teenager looked down at the dried blood outlining some of his nails. He got it earlier this morning, breaking into the Dean's office to replace the slideshow. It had seemed like a good idea at the time… he just wanted revenge. And if the Dean wanted a lecture on bullying, then Keith was going to give one. He wanted Brad to feel his pain.
The lights flickered momentarily as the giant white screen went dark, before the emergency light kicked on, filling the makeshift auditorium with pale light. The 17-year-old looked up as phones started going off around him. He felt his own phone vibrating in his pocket, but he didn't need to take it out to know what was on it. He shoved his hands in his pocket as he watched students, parents, teachers, all reaching for their phones. It was on every phone. Keith had sent it to everyone.
The Dean shouted again, trying to grab hold of the situation as Keith kicked the door open harshly. He breathed deeply as sunlight hit his face, and he paused, listening to the chaos still partaking behind him. Now, we're even, He thought. He pulled his keys from his bag, scanning the crowded parking lot for his motorcycle.
The teenager glanced behind him as he neared his bike, pulling his helmet over his head. Students were beginning to pour from the gym, running to their cars as the final bell sounded, releasing them from another hellish school day. Keith threw his bookbag on the back of his bike before getting on, turning the key, listening to the slow start before the old bike roared to life.
He cranked the handle, looking towards the gym again as a smile spread across his face. The Dean stood near the gym entrance, pointing in his direction as Keith flipped him off. He was already in enough trouble, so he might as well make it worth it. He took a deep breath as something heavy collided with his ribs.
Keith fell against the harsh pavement, the wind knocked from his lungs as he ripped his helmet off, throwing it beside him as he tried to peer through the bright sunlight to see the person standing over him. He squinted as his vision cleared enough to see a fist hanging above him, followed by pain as it connected with his face. The 17-year-old felt blood pooling in his mouth, as another blow hit, and he coughed roughly, spewing bloody saliva past his lips as he rolled to his side quickly.
He pushed himself off the ground, tripping over his bike, laying sideways, as he wiped at his chin, pulling back his hand to see dark red flowing down his arm. He regained his balance, putting his hand in front of him to block out some of the sun as his eyes connected with Brad.
Anger coursed through Keith's veins as he lunged towards the older boy, knocking him towards the ground as Brad fell with a loud thunk. Keith felt his fist connect with Brad's jaw as the other boy struggled under him, pushing Keith off before lunging towards the bleeding teenager.
Keith felt someone grab his shoulder, and he pushed them away harshly as Brad threw another punch. Keith stepped forward quickly, pushing the older boy down, before grabbing his shirt, and raising his fist.
Blood dripped down his face as Keith spat, "What the fuck is your problem!"
Brad grinned, blood highlighting his perfect teeth, "You're my fucking problem, you fucking fair-"
Keith felt someone grasp his arms, pulling him back as Brad was released from under him. Keith struggled, pulling at his arms, trying to get free as Brad started towards him, before someone grabbed his arm, holding him back. Keith grit his teeth, kicking at his captor, trying to get free. He felt someone grip his arms tighter and the teenager let out a wince.
He looked up, groaning loudly as he realized his gym Coach was holding him back. Keith felt his knees buckle as all adrenaline left his body, as everything that happened in the past 48 hours hit him, and he glanced towards the Physic's teacher who held Brad.
"That is it!" The Dean yelled, coming into Keith's view as the teenager spat more blood from his mouth, "Bradley, you're suspended! I'll deal with your parents later!"
Keith smirked slightly as Brad shook free, glaring towards Keith as he pushed past the students surrounding them. He could hear Brad curse loudly as the Physic's teacher followed behind. The Dean turned towards Keith, pointing a finger in his chest as the younger boy winced, putting pressure on his left foot.
"And you, Mr. Kogane," The Dean started, "I am very disappointed in you. You're expelled from this campus. I don't want to see you set foot in Garrison High, do you understand?"
Keith nodded slowly. Shit. He hadn't expected to be expelled. His mom was going to freak.
The teenager felt the grip on his arms loosen as the Dean put an arm around his shoulder, "Now Mr. Kogane, you can come with me and explain to your parents how a straight A student just got expelled from my campus…"
Keith jerked awake as Lance pulled up in his shitty blue 1980 Sportster. He smirked slightly, as he stood, his jeans and jacket wet from the rain, his knees protesting after being cramped for so long. He stretched, yawning loudly, running a hand through his hair as he walked towards Lance's car.
Thunder boomed overhead, and lightening danced cross the sky as Lance rolled down his window as Keith came over slowly. Keith bent down to face Lance, "Did you bring the jumper cables?"
Lance shook his head, "No man. It's late, I figured I could just give you a ride. We'll come back tomorrow when it stops storming."
The 19-year-old backed away slightly, pushing his hands in his pockets as he felt his breathing catch. He stopped a few feet from the car and closed his eyes as he focused on his breathing. He really hadn't thought this through. He felt his heart speed up, his fist clenching as cotton filled his mouth and he forced his eyes open.
There was so much blood. Crimson painting the black pavement, dripping from the steel frame…
"I told you to bring jumper cables!" He yelled as Lance's car began to stall. Lance cursed, turning the engine off before starting it again, "Look dude, do you want a ride or not?"
Keith gulped loudly, looking towards his abandoned motorcycle, dripping wet with rain. He bit his lip as a sick feeling washed over him. He hadn't taken his meds. He always rode his bike, so he didn't need them… but…
Lightening struck a few feet from him, hitting a lamp post and Keith groaned loudly as he walked to the passenger side slowly. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't-
He winced as the passenger door creaked loudly as he pried it open, his hands shaking as he sat down, pulling the door shut. He bit his lip as Lance started the car again, jumping as the noise hit his ears.
Lance glanced towards Keith, concern painting his face as he saw the older boy jump. Maybe I should have just bought jumper cables. Lance sighed, "Dude. Seat belt."
Keith looked down, finding the seat belt quickly, and after several attempts, finally buckled. He leaned his head back against the headrest as his stomach twisted, and his breathing sped up. The 19-year-old glanced around the tiny car, looking towards Lance, before looking back towards the road, watching as rain beat against the windshield as the shitty blue car pulled out of the parking lot. Don't think-
Rain beat against the windshield, trailing down the window harshly as the 11-year-old lurched forward again, groaning loudly as stomach acid filled his mouth…
The car jerked forward as Lance sped up, turning down the muddy road as he willed his car to make it back to the dorm in one piece. He needed a new car, but he was bound determined to get as much use out of this one as he could… besides, it was his and Jamie's car…
It's your fault. It's all your fault! Lexi can't look at you! I can't be around you! Mom and dad are fighting more, and it's all your fault! You-
The 18-year-old cleared his throat, "So, listen, I was thinking about what you said earlier. About how I'm spending too much time with you… and you're right. I think it would be better if I went back to my own dorm, you know? Besides Lacey comes back tomo-"
Shiro turned quickly as Keith threw up again, tears running down his pale face as he cried loudly, clutching his stomach. The 16-year-old came to a stop, brushing his younger brother's s hair from his eyes, "Okay, Keith, okay kiddo, don't worry, alright? We'll get you home and get you cleaned up, okay? I-I'll call mom and dad and ask them what to do, but i-it'll be alright, okay? I promise, bud."
The older boy bit his lip as he glanced once more at his little brother sitting in the passenger seat. Keith wasn't supposed to be in the front seat because he was underweight, but considering he had been throwing up nonstop since Shiro picked him up, the older boy wasn't going to make him sit in the backseat alone.
A car honked behind them and Shiro looked up, peering through the rain pouring around them, seeing the light was green…
Keith closed his eyes as the car groaned loudly. Sweat was plastered to his face, and Keith let out a slow breath as his breathing caught again. He swallowed as Lance fumbled with the radio, and Keith felt the burns on his arms and back itching under his jacket and shirt. Please, please, please calm down…
Shiro turned back towards the road, leaving a comforting arm on his little brother's shoulder as Keith continued to cry…
Lance cursed as his car made a grinding noise as he pulled out on the main road. He slapped the radio harshly, turning slightly as Keith jumped. The older boy was hunched against the passenger door, sweat glistening against his pale face, his hands clenched against his knees. Lance slowed, "Keith? Hey man. You okay? You-you better not hurl in my car."
There was so much blood… Fuck.
Keith shook his head, coughing harshly as he tried to force oxygen into his lungs. Images filled his mind, panic coursing through his veins as every thought and action was focused on the lack of oxygen filling his lungs. He coughed again, feeling his stomach lurch violently as he let out a silent wheeze, "C-can't, can't br-breathe…"
Lance cursed loudly, slamming on his breaks as the car slid to a muddy stop, and he cut the engine. Ice filled his veins, worry coursing though his body as the only two sounds that filled the small blue car were the sounds of the storm outside, and Keith's harsh wheezing as he tried to take in oxygen.
Lance unbuckled quickly, leaning forward, putting his hand on Keith's shoulder lightly, "Hey- hey man. Hey Keith. It's alright. Calm down. Deep breath, in and out, in…"
"Lance!"
Lance felt fingers grasp his arms, but he was too far gone to concentrate on the words yelled around him…
Keith coughed, feeling his stomach roll again as Lance's hand touched his shoulder. Keith shut his eyes, trying to will his shaky fingers to find the damned button on his seatbelt. He felt Lance's fingers touch his as they reached for the same object, and Keith's breathing hitched again.
"H-here," Lance said softly, pushing the release as Keith flung the seatbelt off, letting it smack against the window. The 19-year-old gripped the door handle, shoving it open harshly as his heart pounded against his chest violently. His feet pressed against sticky mud and he made it a few feet before he collapsed, his shaking hands pressing against wet grass and dirt as his stomach heaved.
Keith felt a hand on his shoulder as he coughed loudly, and he shook it off, pushing Lance away harshly as he sucked in a ragged breath. There was so much blood, so much of it from Shiro…
"Keith-"
Rain washed down his face and Keith closed his eyes, feeling his arms shaking under him. He took a few slow breaths, trying to get his heartbeat to return to normal as crimson filled his mind.
Something snapped against Keith's shoulder and the 11-year-old screamed loudly as pain seared down his left side, as the car shifted slightly, the metal frame groaning as a piece gave out. Keith turned towards Shiro, trying to reach for him as something exploded to his right and he turned to see flames littering the street, inching closer towards the car, towards Keith's busted window-
Something pressed against his mouth harshly and Keith fell forward, his arms shaking as strong hands grasped his face, pulling him down gently. Keith's hand pressed against rough fabric as soft wet fingers brushed against his cheeks and jaw, and he felt his body relaxing slowly. He felt fingers pushing his wet hair away from his face as he took a breath, as he was pulled closer. Breath filled his mouth as Keith's mind raced, as he took a deep breath, breathing in the familiar scent of saltwater and peppermints… Lance.
Keith opened his eyes quickly, his eyebrows furrowing as he pushed Lance away harshly.
The 18-year-old stumbled slightly, pushing himself up as wind whipped around him, slamming his car door shut forcefully a few feet away. Keith found his feet slowly, "Dude! What the hell!"
"You were panicking!" Lance yelled over the thunder, wiping water away from his face, "You were hyperventilating!"
Keith grit his teeth as angry tears filled his eyes, "That doesn't mean you can kiss me!"
"Keith, you weren't listening! You couldn't breathe! I couldn't think of anything else to distract you," Lance shouted. He swallowed, pushing his brown hair away from his forehead as rain trailed in his eyes. He stood there for a while, shivering as the rain beat against his skin, waiting for Keith to move. Lance bit his lips before brushing passed Keith.
Keith shivered as Lance walked towards the car. The 19-year-old looked up at the sky, letting water splatter against his face and drip in his eyes, letting tears mix with the rainwater melting down his cheeks. You're fucking with my mind McClain… and now you know it…
Lance opened his door, turning back towards Keith, "Mullet! Come on! Get in the car so we can talk!" I thought we could be friends…
Keith turned towards him, "No! I'm not getting back in there, I can't. And I'm definitely not getting back in there with you!"
Lance slammed his hand against the top of the blue car forcing water to splash against his face, "Keith! It's raining like hell out here! Get in the fucking car! Please!"
Keith swallowed, pulling his wet jacket closer before shouting, "You should go home, Lance."
The 19-year-old shivered harshly, kicking at some mud as he started walking the other direction, tears filling his eyes as Lance yelled after him. I don't want to be friends…
…..
Lance ran a hand over his neck as he squatted inside the wooden playhouse at Anderson park. He pressed his back against the wet wood behind him, feeling the rough planks and sharp nails digging into the flesh on his back. He brought his knees to his chest, pressing his palms against them as he tried to fit his lanky form inside a cramped playhouse. He sneezed softly as he leaned his head against the wooden side behind him, looking up at the stars that hung in the black velvet above them.
It had taken an hour for him to find Keith, cramped inside a kid's playhouse, messing with some abandoned rocks. The rain had died down some, dripping through the loose wooden boards in small trickles, leaving wet spots puddled against the old wood. Lance glanced towards his left, smirking slightly as he noticed an ugly yellow slide leading from the fort to the muddy sandbox. He was taking that down.
The air around them sent shivers down Lance's spine, spreading goosebumps across his tanned skin as it screamed around the wooden fort in the middle of the park. Lance glanced over at Keith, opposite from him, his back resting against the other wall, his head pressed against his knees. Despite the wind and rain that howled around them, Lance could tell he was crying. He probably had been since…
Lance cleared his throat cautiously, "So Mullet, as it turns out, my car died…"
Keith flinched but he didn't bother looking up. He tightened his grip on his knees drawing them closer, locking his gloved fingers together. Silence hung in the air, and Lance let out a loud sigh, pulling his damp jacket from his shivering form. He inched closer, placing it over Keith's shoulders gently as the older boy looked up slowly. Confused irritation shining against his red-rimmed eyes.
"You were shivering," Lance said softly, pressing his back against the wall, his shoulder touching Keith's gently. Keith pulled it closer, wiping at the water glistening against his cheeks as Lance straightened his legs, letting his shoes dangle out the entrance. He pushed his shirt sleeves up slightly, peering down at the scars sitting on his wrists, reminding him of those nights, that night, of what he tried to do…
"Jamie! Jamie! Please wake up!" Lance yelled loudly, smacking his hand against his brother's face as water washed under them before receding back to the ocean. Lance stared at the blue water surrounding his feet, watching it return to the ocean, watching it wash away the blood that flowed down the sand.
"Jamie!" Lance cried again, shaking his brother's shoulder...
"I used to get them too, you know?" Lance whispered softly, bringing his knees back towards his chest, running his fingertips over the rough skin on his right wrist, gently. Keith looked up slightly, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt, shivering as he tried to peer at Lance through the black abyss surrounding them. He sniffed quietly, "What?"
Lance let out a long sigh, looking up at Keith, his eyes connecting with bluish-gray ones, "Panic attacks… I used to get them all the time… bad ones, like yours."
Keith continued to stare, clenching his fists in his lap, digging his nails into his palms as he watched saddened pain flash across Lance's face. Lance looked away, leaning back against the planked side again, looking back up at the bright yellow stars hanging peacefully in the sky. He exhaled loudly, "I couldn't deal with it, with anything… after, after my brother."
Lance cleared his throat, folding his arms over his chest, tears swelling in his eyes as he continued to stare at the yellow balls of gas burning in the night sky. Keith felt his breathing hitch as he continued to stare at the emotion painted across Lance's face, unable to look away.
"My brother, well, we were twins actually. Identical," Lance whispered, messing with the bottom of his shirt as he stared at the sky. He glanced down, wiping at some of the tears that trailed down his face as he let out a sad laugh, "We use to confuse our mom and teachers all the time. Playing jokes on them, pretending to be the other one. The only difference between use was Jamie was born deaf."
"One more wave Jamie, then I swear we'll go home," The 16-year-old signed. Jamie groaned loudly as a smile crossed Lance's face…
Keith swallowed the lump in his throat as he hugged his knees closer. Lance took a breath, "We lived near this beach and used to surf all the time, one day- he and I… I knew a storm was coming but I didn't want to go in yet…"
Keith flinched as Lance let out a soft sob, coughing softly as he wiped at the tears, "The Doctors said that he hit his head on a piece of coral, and tried to breathe in the water when we went under… it really fucked up my parents… it fucked up everyone."
Keith scooted closer, his hand pressing against Lance's softly, "Lance, hey-"
Lance looked up and Keith felt his heart break. Tears fell from Lance's eyes and the older boy took a deep breath, wanting nothing more than to reach out and brush them away. He wanted to wipe them away. He wanted to take away Lance's pain. He clenched his fists, biting his lip harshly as Lance took a shallow breath, wiping his face roughly with his shirt, "I- I couldn't take it. My parents fought more, almost every night, and my sister couldn't even look at me. My brothers ignored me… everyone at school kind of just drifted, and I was alone…. But, but the worst thing was looking in the mirror and seeing his face staring back at me… and knowing it was my fault."
The 18-year-old took a shallow breath as he glanced back up. Keith pressed his lips together as he swallowed against the lump in his throat, and he ran a shaky hand through his hair. He glanced up at the sky as silence filled the small playhouse. What he wouldn't give to be up in that sky… what he wouldn't give to be able to fix Lance's past. No on like's being alone… trust me. Keith shivered as Lance cleared his throat, and Keith glanced back towards him.
"The scars… I know you see them. Everyone does, and they pretend not to. Truth is, I'm pretty fucked up," Lance said gently, his eyes fixated on Keith, not daring to look away. Keith shivered, pulling Lance's jacket closer to him. He couldn't understand how so much pain could come to such a sweet person, or how someone could make him feel that way… You're not alone, Lance. I'm here. And I won't let anything bad happen to you as long as I'm around…
Keith glanced down at his hands, biting his trembling lip as he heard Lance choke. He looked back up, staring at the black velvet hanging above them, watching the stars shin vibrantly, standing proudly next to the silent moon. Keith exhaled softly as he wiped at the tears gathering at his chin, "I got sick, at this sleepover…"
Lance glanced towards him, laughing softly as he cleared his throat, "What?"
"When I was 11. My parents were out of town and Shiro was on a date, but I got sick, so I needed someone to pick me up," Keith mumbled. He swallowed gently, feeling Lance's fingers squirm slightly under his, clasping between his own. Keith turned slightly as the younger boy shifted, and Keith flinched as Lance's arm pressed against his. He's shivering…
Keith pulled the jackets from his shoulders, handing the damp material to Lance as the 18-year-old shook his head. Keith coughed, placing them on the floor next to them as wind rushed around the old wood, branches scrapping against the plastic slide.
"Our car didn't have airbags, but my parents hadn't known when they bought it from our cousin," Keith said gently, "A drunk driver hit us, and the car flipped several times, and, uh-"
You've never told anyone this, Keith thought as he cleared his throat again, wiping roughly at the tears falling from his eyes. Lance had shared his pain… Maybe you can too. He felt Lance squeeze his hand and he coughed softly, "We were in the car for hours. I-I was in there for hours. Alone… My brother wasn't responding, and I kept blacking out. The EMT's couldn't get through, and there was this fire…"
Lance pressed his hand against Keith's, "Is that what happened to your brother?"
Keith nodded slowly, before realizing Lance couldn't see him, "Y-yeah."
Lance swallowed, curling closer towards Keith's shoulder. He hadn't known Keith couldn't do cars… Hell, he hadn't known how he'd gotten those burns. But now, now it made sense. Lance shivered as he heard Keith sigh. Lance cleared his throat, regret flowing through his body as flashbacks from earlier hit him. I didn't mean to hurt you, Keith…I'm sorry.
…
Sunlight burned against Keith's face as he pried his tired eyes open to Lance's freckled face. What the hell… Confusion clouded the 19-year-old's mind as he rose his head slowly, glancing around the small wooden fort, and he shook his black hair from his eyes as childish screams echoed around him. He groaned loudly as his hands scrapped harshly against the wooden floor and he turned on his back, forcing his body in an upright position.
His body was stiff, and his joints ached, having been crammed inside a tiny playhouse all night, and Keith pressed his hands against his shoulders trying to rub the tension away. He shivered slightly as he realized his clothes were stuck awkwardly to his body, crisp, rough and still damp. He pulled his shirt away from his chest and grimaced, smelling stale body odor present against his skin. Gross. He felt a weight across his hips and he let go of his shirt to see Lance's arm strewn across lap. I thought we could be friends…
A small smile formed across Keith's lips as he stretched again, peering down at Lance. The younger stirred slightly, letting out a soft snore as he shifted, pulling his arm back to his chest. Keith shook his head, running his hand through his hair several times before pulling it back into a short ponytail. He really needed a haircut.
Keith leaned back against the wooden side, yawning softly as he looked back down at Lance. His brown hair was a chaotic wavy mess, and he had drool trailing from his mouth messily. Keith snorted, pulling his phone from his pocket, opening his camera app and snapping a picture before checking his messages. Shiro had called him 5 times. Great.
"You were drooling," Someone said softy.
Keith jumped. He sat up slowly, squinting against the sun that filtered through the open roof, blinking several times as his vision cleared, and he saw a small girl sitting backwards on the slide. She was gripping the top entrance with her fingers to keep from falling back. Keith swallowed, "What?"
The little girl smiled, "I said you were drooling. You and you're boyfriend."
"Oh," He said softly, stretching, touching the roof of the playhouse as he glanced back down at Lance once more. Keith poked at Lance's arm slightly, grabbing the jackets behind him as the younger groaned softly. I have a girlfriend.
"He's not my boyfriend," Keith stated as the little girl giggled loudly, letting go of the slide, falling backwards slowly. This doesn't mean anything… last night, last night didn't mean anything. Keith rolled his eyes as she yelled, "Sure!"
"Lance, come on. We have to get up," Keith said gently, shaking the younger boy's shoulder. Lance groaned again, moving sluggishly as he wiped the spit trailing from his mouth. He turned his head slightly, blinking up at Keith hovering over him. The 18-year-old looked around the small fort, moving his legs slowly, trying to pull them inside the small playhouse, "Wh-what?"
"Come on, before we get attacked by the munchkins," Keith joked. Lance shot up quickly, his hair covering his face as he turned towards Keith, "Munchkins!"
The older boy laughed softly, pushing Lance's hair from his face, "Yeah dude. We fell asleep in their hideout. Come on, we have to call Shiro."
Lance winced slightly as he stretched his aching body, peering up at the sky and squinting as light met his eyes. He sighed, turning back towards Keith, biting his lip as Keith tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Keith's shirt was plastered to his body and you could see the outline of his muscles under his shirt. What's with you, Mullethead?
Keith arched an eyebrow as he inched towards the wooden fort entrance awkwardly. Lance shook his head, and cleared his throat as he followed suit. He felt something scrape his foot and looked down before shoving Keith's shoulder roughly. The 19-year-old flinched, missing the handle one the door as he pitched forward, falling a few feet on the ground outside the playhouse. Lance felt his face heat up as he glanced out the door slowly to find Keith laying on his back, staring up at Lance angrily, "Okay, Lance. What the hell?"
Lance bit his lip, looking back down at his foot before clearing his throat, "Sorry Mullet. I just, uh, have you seen my shoe?"