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Today in class Lance brought all his makeup to practice turning me into a repulsive zombie before we have to present tomorrow. Pidge and Hunk are finishing up the research part of our presentation. When I walk in Lance already had his makeup spread across our desks and our chairs facing each other so he can put makeup all over me. He was looking straight at me while he gestured to my seat with an open hand as if he were some sort of fancy usher showing me to my reserved seat. I quickly sat down and waited for him to speak.

“Okay, Keith, I wanna get started as soon as I can because, to be honest, I don’t know how long it will take me to finish. You look good today, well rested.” He took out a pale color and a makeup sponge and started to apply it all over my face.

I laughed, “Actually, no I wish, I spent most of my night - um overthinking things.”

“Really, what about?” The way he applies makeup is almost soothing, gently patting a thick, smooth, room temperature cream over my face. However the question made me panic, I didn’t know how to answer I couldn’t just tell him that I was thinking about him, I’m not a person who can lie so I had to find a way to half answer his question.

“Just life, I’m trying to be more social this year well, Allura is making me but she’s right I do need to have friends in my year. Her and Shiro have been the only people I’ve been comfortable talking to for years so it’s kinda hard to not hyper-analyze every interaction I've had recently. Mostly wondering if people actually like me or if they’re just being nice.” I responded.

“ Did Allura have you talk to m- us. Did she make you talk to Hunk, Pidge, and I?” He sounded a bit hurt.

“No, well yes and no. She knew we had all been in the same class for years and that I thought you were cool. So really she just forced me to do something I wanted to do because she knew I was too much of an antisocial baby to do on my own…” I messed up and said the singular you instead of a plural you guys or y’all. I hoped he didn’t pick up on that.

“Aww that’s cute, Keith, you thought I was cool?” He had been gently patting a grayish green color around my face to add depth if I hadn’t had so much makeup on he probably would have seen a bright red blush spread across my cheeks. Zombies don’t get flushed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said as I crossed my arms and tried to feign ignorance.

“Wow, you are a terrible actor. It’s okay, I always thought you were cool and mysterious, I was always impressed with your strength. I remember once when nobody was paying attention during set change you started moving the ballroom stairs all by yourself, and yeah it was on wheels but it was also like the size of forty Keith’s so in summary I was in awe,” I was stunned into silence at Lance’s ramble, “of course I was with Nyma at the time so I had to pretend I wasn’t staring at your legs- did I just say that?” Lance had been rambling and I can only assume he forgot it was me that he was talking to.

“Uh, yeah you did say that,” I was really glad this stage makeup was thick and had green undertones. Without it, it would have been extremely obvious just how red I was turning.

“Keith, dude, I’m so sorry just pretend I never said anything…” he sounded upset as if that one statement was going to ruin everything.

I opened my eyes to reassure him that everything was fine and saw how close he was. That entire time I had kept my eyes closed. Suddenly I was utterly aware of how intimate getting your makeup done is. Lance’s arm had been resting on the back of my chair just above my shoulder. He had been leaning over me so close that his face had been about six inches from mine. There we were basically having a staring competition because both of us hadn’t realized how close we actually were until that exact moment. “I mean it’s not like I’ve never stared at your legs before…” I said slowly not fully realizing what I was saying until it was said.

“You two are the biggest gay disasters I’ve ever met!” Pidge suddenly interrupted. Lance swiftly stood up he was both blushing and nervously scratching the back of his head.

“Well, I’m about done so is now a bad time to say that I don’t see my makeup wipes?” Lance fake laughed sort of sounding like he thought I was going to kill him.

“Jesus Christ, does it at least look good?” I’d be more upset if he hadn’t sounded so remorseful.

“I’d say we’ll get an A,” Hunk started, “like if I saw you like that out on the street I’d definitely run in the opposite direction.

“Let’s take some pictures and then we can go to the bathroom and remove all that makeup!” Lance exclaimed. He took out his phone and snapped a variety of pictures some with the flash and some without. “Okay let's go.”

“Slav, Lance forgot his makeup wipes we’re gonna go to the bathroom to clean up!” I shouted and walked out knowing I didn’t need a response. He doesn’t care about things like that.

“Keith, I’m sorry again about forgetting my makeup wipes. I can’t believe of all the things I forgot that. I promise I’ll bring them tomorrow.” Lance apologized again, guilt in his voice.

“Lance, it’s totally alright, you just have to help me get all of this off,” I told him, trying to sound sweet.

“I can do that.” His confidence was restored. He held the bathroom door open for me, “This isn’t going be feel great because we don’t have an actual rag we just have the rough paper towels, soap, and water.” Lance started wetting a paper towel and gently dragged it across my face. There was a silence between, us not an uncomfortable one, but it seemed like there was something the both of us wanted to say. He was the first one to speak up, “Has anyone ever told you how soft your skin is?”

“Only Allura, she’s the only one who’s ever been close enough to me that her touching my face wouldn’t be weird,” I replied honestly.

“Is it weird that I’m touching your face?” I couldn’t read his emotions during his question. It seemed like he was testing the waters, gauging how I would react.

“No, while I don’t know why you’re holding my face right now, it’s undeniably nice.” My mouth had started to speak before I can even process my own thoughts.

“I don’t know why I’m doing it either.” He immediately started cleaning my face off again, “It’s actually coming off easier than expected which is good.”

“That is good because we have a minute until class ends,” I stated.

“Shit, okay, this might hurt a bit I’m sorry!” He was being a lot less gentle with my skin, but in his defense, we didn’t have much time for him to be slow and gentle. “Okay, I think your face is all clean.”

I turned to look in the mirror to mess with my hair and I saw he was staring right at me with a huge grin spread across his face. “Yeah, it looks like you got it all thanks, Lance. Why don’t we head back?” Lance and I rushed back and started gathering up our things.

“Hey Hunk, Pidge, did y’all finish the presentation?” Lance asked them.

“Of course we did, how dare you underestimate us? We are like the smartest people in here.” Pidge responded sassily.

“No, I just wanted to make sure! I would never underestimate you. Not are you just the smartest people in here, Pidge, you are the smartest person I know. You gave me the answer I expected.” Lance said matter-of-factly.

School ends and I am meeting Allura at her car. “Allura, I am in love with this boy. You don’t understand, I’m dying.”

“How can you already be in love with Lance?” Allura questioned.

“He’s the sweetest, funniest, most handsome guy ever! Today he talked about how he admired me before we talked and he like touched my face and I have no idea how any of this happened, but I feel like I deserve cosmic brownies for a month.” I rambled as we got into the car.

“What do you mean he touched your face like that’s so vague and confusing?”

“While he was cleaning the zombie makeup off my face he just like held my face and told me I have soft skin. He also asked if it was weird that he was touching my face, and I was like no it feels nice but I don’t know why you're doing it.” It felt great to finally freak out about that situation to someone. I had to pretend that wasn’t playing on repeat in my head all day.

“So you’re going to make a move on Lance at the party?” She asked.

“I’ve come too far to back down now. It would be weird if I just randomly stopped talking to him. Plus I’d miss talking to him he’s really interesting.” I told her.

“Well, that settles it, when we get home we have to pick out our outfits for the party. We need to make Lance not be able to take his eyes off you.” She sounded super determined.

“Sounds like a plan. Did I tell you he said he stares at my legs?” I asked excitedly.

“No, but now I’ve decided you’re going to wear shorts.”

“Allura, you are an evil genius.”

Allura and I got home and scurried off to our rooms to grab clothing items that might work. The first thing I looked for is a pair of shorts, bright red, high waisted, pleated, almost school uniform type shorts. They reach just past my fingertips and are sort of loose around my thighs. These are the shorts I wear when I want to be noticed, so this is the first time I'll be wearing them besides when I tried them on at the store. Next, I grabbed my favorite pair of fishnets, they have bigger spaces in the netting to show off more skin. Then I looked for a plain shirt, I thought that white would look best so I chose my favorite white T-shirt. It's like a nicer version of any old regular undershirt. The fabric is softer and less stiff it moves and flows easily. Lastly, I grabbed my vintage 80’s denim jacket, it is oversized, light-washed and adds flair to any outfit. I already knew I would be wearing my shiny black doc martins, they're the nicest looking shoes I own and work with the rest of the outfit perfectly. After I grabbed everything I headed over to Allura's room where she sat waiting for me on the bed surrounded in a million different outfit options.

“Alright, Keith let's see what you got.” She said while still sitting on her bed. I slowly handed her each item of clothing and watched as she analyzed each one.

“Also with my doc martin’s I just didn't feel like grabbing them. So, what do you think?” I already knew that this was going to be the perfect outfit to keep Lance’s eyes fixed on me, but I always ask for Allura's opinion. She usually suggests an additional item or switches something making an outfit I never would have thought of.

“Do you know what would go well with this?” she started, “some long necklaces, hold on I have just the thing.” she ran to her bathroom because that's where she keeps all her jewelry. She came back into the room with a long gold necklace with a rose quartz pendant hanging from it. She was right it does go well with the rest of the outfit.

We spent about twenty minutes going through Allura’s outfit options, she is a lot more indecisive than I am about picking the perfect outfit. I have always chosen what was comfortable and sensible. She eventually settled on a pale pink right t-shirt dress with a pair of maroon lace-up knee-high boots. With our outfits picked out we were party ready well, Allura was ready, I however still needed to get better at flirting. Talking with Lance had become easier from spending so much class time with him, but at the party, I had to make my intentions known. My goal had been set I have to directly flirt on Lance.

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We went into the pool bathroom and Lance handed me a baggie with messy blue sharpie labeling the contents ‘clean undies’ I pulled out the only pair in the bag, “Lance, I thought you said you had multiple pairs! I can’t take your only extra pair of clean underwear.” He just ignored me to rummage through his bag again pulling an almost identical baggie to the one he handed me out

“Keeping everything separated is more sanitary.”

“Makes sense,” I shrugged as I entered a bathroom stall to change and Lance did the same.

We left the pool and started heading back walking just the way we did before, hand in hand, except surer that the other wanted the same thing.

We got back and found Hunk, Pidge, and Shay in the same room we left them in. “Hey Hunk, can you take Keith and me to my house he’s staying over.”

“Lance, I hate to be the dad here but, you and Keith are drunk you shouldn’t do anything…” he lectured.

“Don’t worry, Lance and I agreed to not do anything until we talk about things sober because we are drunk. We’re just gonna watch movies and eat food.” I interjected.

“Wow that’s very mature of you guys, I’m proud.” Hunk faked tearing up.

“It was Keith’s idea,” Lance began, “which I agreed to because I am just as mature as Keith is!” He sounded like he thought he had to defend himself.

“Okay I’ll take you but can you wait a little longer it’s only like 9:30 we’ve been here like an hour and thirty minutes.”

“Oh come on Hunk, you said yourself that Lance only came bc you told him Keith was coming and Keith only came bc you got Allura to tell him that Lance was coming. Take the idiots home!” Pidge yelled.

Lance gasped and he turned to me, “Yo we were tricked, I mean I don’t mind because I enjoy the end result but, yo we were tricked!”

“Pidge, they weren’t supposed to know that!” Hunk groaned at her.

Pidge took off her glasses to clean them, “Sorry I can’t hear you I don’t have my glasses on.” She deadpanned.

“You don’t even need them you’re not blind Matt have them to you when he got contacts and you got the lenses replaced!” Hunk sighed, “whatever guys, Shay I’ll be back I’m gonna take these two losers home.”

“See you soon Hunk!” She replied cheerfully.

The three of us walked to Hunk’s car while he grumbled, “why do I always have to be the designated driver,”

“Because Hunk you don’t drink,” Lance answered his rhetoric.

“Because it’s terrible for your liver! It’s not even enjoyable, you just get all dizzy and confused and you wake up with a headache in the morning.” Junk ranted.

“Not me I have fun when I’m drunk and then I wake up sober and have more fun.” Lance once again replied.

Hunk just sighed in response he had given up on trying to lecture the boy. The drive was only about five minutes but it would have been too far to walk.

“Okay boys,” Hunk started in a mock mothering voice, “be safe don’t stay up too late don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! And remember mommy loves you!” He joked.

“Uh, we already have done stuff that you wouldn’t do but love you too, mom.” Lance played along as we walked up the sidewalk leading to his door. Hunk just stared at us blankly as he slowly rolled up his crank window.

Hunk’s car is exactly how I imagined, a really old minivan but in pristine condition. He replaced the stereo system with a newer system that can connect to his phone through Bluetooth. Lance said the windows were all broken when he bought it but he fixed them up so now they all roll up and down. He also replaced the fabric seats with a fake leather.

Lance’s house was nothing like I expected, we were only a few minutes from the suburban neighborhood the party we were just at was in but this area was much more rural. The property seems to be mostly land with a short picket fence bordering it all. In his backyard, I could see smaller fence pens walling in small groups of animals. Further back there was a small building resembling a barn where I imagine they kept the animal that wouldn’t fit in the fenced pens. The house was a pretty pale blue with white trimming. It had a high rise porch with a closed off crawl space. There was a moderate sized hole in the criss-cross pattern blocking off the underside of the porch.

Lance let go of my hand to unhook the latch holding the front gate closed. He opened it up, gestured for me to walk in and then closed it after himself. He grabbed my hand again and said “welcome to my humble abode.”

As we walked closer to his house a small gray cat crawled out from the small hole under the porch and ran right up to us whining. Lance immediately goes to pick it up, “Blue, what are you doing outside again?” He asked the cat whilst holding it like a baby. “Keith, meet Blue, my baby girl. You aren’t allergic to cats are you?” He asked directed at me this time.

“Oh no, I’m not. I don’t often play with cats though, do I just pet her?” I asked him.

“Well, you have to let her smell you first so she knows you don’t want to hurt her. But then you can just scratch the top of her head.”

“Okay,” I slowly reached my hand out to her face she smelt me and then visibly relaxed and rubbed her face against my hand. “So why is she named blue?” I asked as I scratched the cats head.

“Oh that’s because she’s a Russian blue, also she first came around when we were painting the house and she got paint all over her fur and we had to clean her up and she’s stayed with us since.” He smiled at me.

“Ah okay, that makes sense. I thought you were gonna say something like ‘well blue is my favorite color.’ But that’s cute I like that.” I said

“Actually blue is my favorite color, but that’s not why I called her that. It amused me that a Russian Blue cat decided to roll around in our blue paint.” He looked at his cat lovingly. “I’m gonna hand you the keys because I have to carry her in she knows she’s supposed to be an indoor cat.” He shifts blue to where she’s only in one arm to dig in his pockets for the keys and then toss them my way.

I unlock the door and let Lance walk in before me he sets blue down on the couch as I close the door behind us. The inside of Lance’s house is much more like what I imagined. Everything was a nice warm tone, the walls were a toned down sunset orange with red roses painted on the white baseboards. The wood floors were stained a deep burgundy color. The couch was a mixture of gold and beige and looked a few years old but still extremely comfortable near it there were matching chairs all surrounding a coffee table made of recycled and repurposed wood. As I scanned the room there was a cross stitch banner that read ‘mi casa, es su casa.’ above the door. In the farthest corner to the right, there was an old piano, the top of it was being used as a shelf to hold various family pictures. In the other far corner, there was a doorway I later learned led to a bathroom. Between the two corners was a large archway that led to the dining room and kitchen. Almost every wall had framed school pictures and childhood drawing to go with them. Messy flowers, bowls of fruit and redrawn family portraits. Lance’s mother kept every piece of artwork the school probably made Lance and his siblings draw throughout the years.

As I look at all the framed pictures around the room I find one of Lance in elementary school he had the hugest smile and he was missing his front two teeth. Lance came up and hugged me from behind and wrapped his arms around my stomach and I leaned into his warmth. He rested his chin on my shoulder and spoke, “right before that picture was taken I pulled out my two front teeth because I was tired of them being there. I wasn’t gentle either there was blood on my face that the teacher had to wipe off before I was allowed to take my picture. Apparently having a child have blood on their face in the yearbook was against school policy.”

In the corner closest to the door we’re some stairs and in the other front corner, there was a Christmas tree, “Lance, as much as I would love to hear the story behind all of these pictures what I’m really curious about is the Christmas tree over there? Like it’s August why is there a Christmas tree out?” I spun us around in the direction of the tree.

“Ah see my family love plants but we all have allergies so we can’t keep them in the house and my mamá always says that it’s the best tree to have. She loves God and every year she makes us read these stories about how Christmas trees are meant to be a reminder of God. So for her, it isn’t just a seasonal thing. Don’t worry though she’s not like the Westboro Baptist church or anything, she’s really accepting and kind.” He explained.

“She’d be okay with me, a full-fledged gay, being here right? Does she know that you’re… ya know?” Also, where is your family?”

“Uhh, yes, no and tonight is date night for my parents and none of my siblings live at home anymore.” He paused to turn our bodies to face the door still hugging me from behind, “See that sign right there,” he pointed to the cross stitch banner I had noticed earlier, “it says ‘mi casa es su casa’ which in Spanish means ‘my house is your house’ something that my family lives by. Basically, anyone who is important to any family member is always allowed here. Which is why I didn’t have to ask if you could come over our rule is our doors are always open to guests unless otherwise specified.” He paused again to release me from the hug and make me face him, “basically what I’m trying to say is, you’re welcome at any time and make yourself at home.”

“Lance, can I ask you something?” He quickly nodded in response. “Why haven’t you come out?”

He took a deep breath before slowly beginning, “To be perfectly honest, I don’t know. I know that my parents and siblings won’t care. But all of my family is from Cuba, which isn’t exactly known for its gay rights… I guess I’m just scared I’ll be looked at different, and I don’t want to hide this side of me from them but I don’t want anyone to try to change me.” He said weakly.

“I get that, I mean I can’t relate but I understand what you mean. Don’t worry Lance, you can come out when you’re ready. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” I rubbed small circles in his hand trying my best to be comforting.

“Thank you, Keith, I always feel ashamed that I don’t have the courage to tell my family, some people think it’s because someone is ashamed of being LGBT but I’m so proud to be bi like it’s a huge part of me. It’s just scary because you can’t help but wonder if the people who are most important to you will think of you differently.” He rested his forehead against my shoulder.

“Lance there’s no need to thank me. I like you I want you to feel happy and comfortable. I want to reassure you and help. And the people who think being in the closet equals being ashamed of who you are, are dead wrong. You can be the proudest person in the world and still be scared of how the people around you might react.” I started to rub his back as to tell him everything would be okay, “Lance I’m gonna be here for you okay.”

“You’re the sweetest person in the world,” he lifted his head and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek, “so what kind of movie do you wanna watch?” He suddenly regained his confidence.

“I don’t know I’m not really a movie person, I’ve mostly watched older movies. Like back to the future or all the old Star Wars movies.” I told him.

“So you haven’t seen love, Simon?” He asked quickly.

“Nope, what’s it about?”

“It’s gay and we’re watching it. How do you like your popcorn?” He led me to the kitchen and started rummaging around the shelves. “We have cheddar cheese, movie theater butter, caramel corn, and extra butter.”

“What’s the difference between movie theater bitter and extra butter?” I asked him.

“Movie theater is more salty and extra is more classic butter taste.” He explained.

“Uh that doesn’t help me, you choose anything but caramel corn.” As I said that he whipped around suddenly to face me.

“You don’t like caramel corn?” He shouted.

“I’m more of a savory guy, plus I like to keep my sweets and savories separate and corn is like inherently savory already.” I elaborated as he continued to stare at me blankly.

He sighed, “I guess everyone is entitled to their opinion even if it’s wrong. We’ll have cheddar.” He finally announced walking to the microwave and popping it in.

“I’ll tickle you again.” I simply stated.

He pulled his arms up in front of him defensively, “No need your opinion is valid and so are you!”

“That’s more like it you get a kiss on the cheek.” I smiled at him.

“What if I want a kiss somewhere else?” He pouted crossing his arms over his chest.

I shrugged, “I mean how can I object?” I leaned in for a quick peck on the lips and he rested his arms on my shoulders. The sweet chaste kiss gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling. I pulled back and opened my eyes to the tan giddy boy in front of me smiling like he had everything he ever wanted. I was surprised when that smile turned into an uncontrollable giggle. I fake frowned at him, “why are you laughing we just kissed?”

“Your face makes me laugh.” I stared at him confusion all over my face.

“Okay, no more kisses for you then.” I jokingly scolded and backed away, but he just followed.

“No, come back,” he whined “your face is cute and it makes me laugh. Not like ‘haha that’s so funny’ laugh, an ‘aw he’s so adorable’ laugh. Like it’s just a joy-filled gut reaction. Now come here and give me more kisses.” He begged as he leaned forward, puckered up, and closed his eyes waiting for me to join him.

I connected our lips once again going for a more passionate kiss, I rolled his bottom lip between my teeth before I brought our lips back together and pulled away. He tried to come with me but I held him back. “Sorry lover boy, we agreed we’d keep it at kisses until we’re sober.”

“I know you’re right, you’re just fun to kiss. I wanna steal all the kisses. And more. But we can wait.” Lance was startled by the loud beeping of the microwave telling our popcorn was ready.

Lance poured our popcorn into a bowl and grabbed two bottles of watermelon Powerade, “step one of Lance’s hangover remedy: carbs and electrolytes.” He tossed me one of the bottles, “I hope you like watermelon because that’s the only flavor we have also hydrating with drinks high in electrolytes is like the most important part. I don’t want you to be grumpy in the morning so drink up. Also, follow me to my room.” He sauntered into the living room towards the stairs and waited for me to catch up. I followed him up the stairs and he opened the first door in the upstairs hall.

“Welcome to my room, the bathroom is right over there. Also I’m gonna build us a fort because I don’t like getting into my bed before showering so I’m gonna get the extra bedding and make us a fort and then after we eat our popcorn and finish the movie we can shower and snuggle up in the bed, maybe watch more movies depending on how we’re feeling.” He rambled before leaving the room to get fort supplies.

As I looked around this room definitely was Lance’s. The walls were a dark calming gray-blue. On the wall behind his bed he had neatly arranged Polaroid pictures of beautiful landscapes, him with friends, and other various pictures I assume he took. The tops of his walls were lined with dim blue string lights. The wall by his desk was covered in theater posters and playbills. His desk had shelves housing multiple childhood sports trophies, t-ball, soccer, track, and swim. He had post-it notes with reminders littered all around his desk, things like ‘don’t change for others’ and ‘if you don’t study for math you’re a loser and I hate you.’

“Okay, here’s how we’re gonna do this,” he began and we set up the fort, we made a comfortable cushioned area using blankets and pillows and then placed one end of a sheet on Lance’s desk and the other stretch out to the ground. “Okay now, you get in there and I’m going to hand you stuff.”

After handing me our food an extra blanket to cuddle under and his laptop, Lance finally joined me in our little fort. “You're like a pro fort builder, Lance do you often bring guys up to your room and build forts with them?” I joked while snuggling up to his side as he pulled up the movie.

“Well, you're not the first person I have built a fort in my room with,” he plays along.

“So who was the first?” I asked partially feeling insecure and partially genuinely curious.

“My niece and nephew. However, you are the first person over 10. Also the first boy I’ve kissed. I've always wanted to build a fort with someone of romantic interest but my ex-girlfriend didn’t want to do the cute fun couple things. She just wanted to have sex and go shopping, and by go shopping I mean to have me pay for things she wanted.”

“Lance I’m so sorry she sounds like a bitch, I would totally fight her.”

“Thanks, you don't have to though, we've only been talking for a week and you've already been better than her. Right away you made it clear that you didn’t want to use me. She just made me think that she would be the only person who would ever want me. I was afraid of losing that, but then Pidge caught her cheating and her and Hunk lectured me for like an hour about how shes terrible for and to me and then I broke up with her and I know I deserve better now.” he smiled at me.

“Seriously? I hate it when people lie especially to their partners like that's messed up.”

“It really is, but enough about my tragic love history shall we start the movie?” I nodded.

He started up the movie and Simon, the main character, started by explaining how normal his life is.

“Hey! Morning! It's Simon! I live right here! I like your boots! Okay, bye!” Simon yelled across the street to a boy working on the yard of another house not even hearing Simon.

Lance chuckled, “That's me trying to flirt with you.”

“Oh shut up I respond to you flirting with me,” I told him.

“Now you do, I meant before you talked. You were completely in your own little world.”

“I mean yeah I kind of was but, I also thought you were way too cool for me.” Lance reached to pause the movie.

“So what changed your mind then?”

“Nothing. I still think that but then you came out during class, and all this time I thought you were straight it made me feel like I had a chance because I knew you wouldn't just shoot me down because of things that aren't up to you. I kind of just said ‘maybe he has low standards’ and then Allura told me she'd give me food if I manned up and talked to you. I'm really happy I did. You're really the sweetest guy in the world.” I confessed my face cherry red.

Lance stared at me for a moment each second feeling longer as they passed, “Well, first of all, you're wrong you're really cool and kind and cute. And second of all glad to know you can be bribed with food.” I didn't even have to look at him to know there was a smirk on his face, you could hear it in his voice loud and clear.

“Wipe that smirk off your face loverboy, let’s get back to our movie.” I smiled up at him.

“Only if you give me a kiss,” he said smirk still there.

I leaned in, “Glad to know you can be bribed with kisses.” We connected lips for the third time that night each one felt just as good if not better than the previous.

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Allura won’t stop bothering me about this party. ‘Keith, have you decided what to wear to the party?’ Or ‘Keith, do you know what you’re gonna talk to Lance about yet?’ And other various questions relating to Lance and or the party that I don’t have the answer to. I don’t know if I’m ready to face Lance yet, let alone flirt with him.

“Lura, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Do what?” Allura sounded genuinely confused.

“Ya know, our deal, talking to Lance. I don’t think I can do it I’ve never talked to him outside of theater. I’m in over my head.” I explained sounding defeated.

“What do you mean you can’t do it? Think of it this way you talk to Lance at the party and it goes well, then you’ll have a new friend, possibly more, and a weeks supply of cosmic brownies.” She tried to be encouraging.

“Or I fail, he never wants to talk to me again, and then I’m just a loser with brownies made for kids.”

Allura sighs, “Keith, I love you, but you’re insane. I highly doubt you’ll be able to say anything that terrible. At most you’ll awkwardly stutter something about being gay, panic and then run away. But Lance is nice he will understand if you’re nervous.” It actually sounded reassuring.

“Okay, you’re probably right. I just don’t want to make a fool of myself in front of the guy you think I have a chance with.”

“Keith, you do have a chance with him. You could start slow, maybe talk to him in homeroom today? Something about theatre, maybe a show you know he’s worked on or seen? Or the show you’re working on right now?” Allura suggests.

“We don’t know the show yet and I don’t know what I’d say about any other shows.”

“That’s perfect! You can make bets about what the show is gonna be.” Allura exclaims.

“Okay but I never talk to him or his friends how am I supposed to just bring that up? ‘Hey, guys what show do you think the directors picked?’ They’d know something was up that’s so unlike me.”

“Ask them if they know the show and just go from there. They’ll either make bets right away or say no and you can just lead into making bets about it.”

“Allura, you’re kind of a genius ya know that?” She always has a solution to everything.

“Thanks, Keith, I try my best.” She chuckled out.

We walked into the school together, Allura tells me how she won a debate in her government class. I’m not surprised, she’s great at arguing and is the most articulate person I know. Like I said to her before, she’s a genius both in social situations and education wise.

Before we knew it the bell was ringing and we had to part ways for homeroom. I’m anxious we made a genuinely feasible plan for me to strike up a conversation with Lance to make talking to him at the party easier. Update I’m terrified of course I want to talk to him and get to know him but I have never have attempted talking to anyone with the intention to become friends or possibly more. We made a plan though, I just have to seem like my only interest is if they know what show we’re doing this season. I can do this. I wish Allura was here to reassure me. She would tell me that it’s just a tiny question to start a tiny conversation it doesn’t have to mean anything, it’s just to help me become more comfortable with starting conversations.

“Hey guys, I’m dying of curiosity do you have any ideas about what this season’s show is going to be?” I did it and I didn’t sound as nervous as I thought I would.

“I have no idea, but I really hope that we’re doing Little Shop Of Horrors!” Lance exclaimed excitedly.

“Lance, you say that every year and you’ve been Seymore twice already. I personally hope that we’re doing a tech-heavy show. Something I can make the audience feel like they’re having an acid trip!” Pidge interjected.

“Have you ever had an acid trip before?” Hunk asks doubtfully.

“Of course not! I don’t want to corrupt this mind! Matt has had though so I know what it’s like.” Pidge defended.

“Of course Matt has. Anyways what are you hoping it will be, Keith?” Lance questioned. Lance just showed an actual interest in my opinion, I am in love with him.

“Hey! I was gonna ask him that!” Hunk interrupts.

“I wasn’t,” Pidge adds on. “Ow! Lance, what the fuck was that for why’d you elbow me?” Pidge yelled at Lance.

“Pidge this is the first time Keith has ever tried to talk to me- us. I’m not going to let you make it the only.” Lance tells Pidge quietly. Or at least he tried to be quiet but he could have done better. Lance actually wants to talk to me? Today has been wild and it’s only 8:27.

“Sorry about that Keith,” Lance starts.

“I wouldn’t want to deprive you of his ‘pretty lips’” Pidge interrupted. “Ow! Again seriously Lance?” Apparently, Lance kicked her this time.

“Pidge if you don’t shut up,” Lance began.

“What are you going to kick me again? I have more information I can spill Lance you should be nice to me.” Pidge said darkly.

Lance crossed his arms and turned away from Pidge to look at me, “Anyways, what are you hoping the show will be again?” Well, shit, I was flattered at first but I realized I didn’t go into the conversation with an idea about what to say I wanted the show to be. I start to panic again.

“I really like Little Shop Of Horrors too! I haven’t been able to be a part of that show so that would be fun I guess.” Falls out of my mouth. It wasn’t necessarily a lie but if I had more time to consider this I probably would have chosen differently.

“See! Keith agrees with me!” Lance said excitedly. He’s so cute. I’m glad I said that his reaction was precious.

“Okay class sit down, today we’re gonna talk about special effects!” I went to sit back down, Lance looked like he had something to say but I just chose to end the conversation, today was just to help me gain my confidence for at the party where’d I’d make some real moves. It did work I feel better about starting conversations with Lance now. It seems like he wants to talk to me too.

The day continues as normal I go to my classes and don’t talk to anyone. I saw Lance in the hall a few times and he smiled and waved. Why does a small ordinary gesture have such power? How did one short conversation improve my day so much?

It’s the next day, after telling Allura what happened she encouraged me to keep up the conversation with him. I told I would if I could. I genuinely want to get to know Lance more it’s just hard to have conversations with him. It’s not like we don’t have good conversations or that we don’t want to talk, it’s just draining still I have to think over every single thing I let come out of my mouth. Talking to him feels so natural and nice but I’m still worried I’m going to mess things up. It’s hard to not worry about that. I only consistently talk to three people Shiro, Allura, and Coran. I’ve been used to them for years I don’t have to overthink things with them anymore. With Lance, there’s still a chance I could mess things up and make him hate me. I hope that doesn’t happen.

I walk into class and I immediately hear Lance call my name.

“Hey! Keith! Why don’t you come sit with us!” I was not expecting that, but hey I’m not going to complain. “The seat right next to me is open.” Lance continued.

“Wait, doesn’t Pidge sit there though?” I inquired.

“She moved to go sit next to Hunk so you could sit next to me,” Lance replied.

“Oh, that was nice. Yeah, sure I’ll sit next to you.” I take the desk next to Lance. They’re arranged to where the edges of the desks are touching so it’s like a big table. Meaning mine and Lance’s desks are touching making them just inches apart. Lance turns in his seat to face me. His knee rests on the side of my leg I expect it to be awkward but it’s weirdly comfortable. It’s like it’s not even there.

“So, Keith, how are you today?” Oh boy, small talk. It’s not dreadful at least, Lance somehow manages to make the most boring conversations fun.

“I’m not bad, I’m sort of tired but not like that’s new. How are you?” I responded.

“I’m actually in a pretty good mood today! I woke up early so I did a face mask, and then I got a coffee, and now I’m talking to you. So I’m good!” He sounded so confident but his cheeks were pretty red.

“Am I really that great of company? You barely know me. I mean you’re really good at keeping me entertained.” Hopefully, that wasn’t too much.

“Yes, you are! You’re excellent company. True I don’t know you that well but you’re fun to get to know. That’s why I asked you to sit next to me.” Since that was Lance’s response I guess it’s safe to say that wasn’t too much. He needs to stop being nice to me I’m gonna fall hard.

“Well, that’s good to know. I’m sometimes not great at holding conversations. I’m kinda awkward too. I don’t really talk to a lot of people.” I confessed.

“Don’t worry about it Keith it’s cute,” Lance started but was cut off by my sudden coughing fit. This boy really does not know what he’s doing to me. I’m the awkward kid. Some people even say I’m selectively mute. Which really isn’t too far off. I’ve never been called cute nor have my awkward tendencies been called cute.

Pidge and Hunk who were having their own conversation also have stopped talking due to me choking on my own spit. “Keith? Dude? You okay?” Hunk asks. Lance is just stunned into silence he looks panicked like he thinks I’m about to die.

“Jesus Lance, what did you do? Go easy on the poor guy, he’s a hermit coming out of his shell for the first time.” Pidge jokes. “Ha coming out, because you’re both not straight.”

“Pidge you’re terrible,” Lance replies. “Do you need some water, Keith?” He asks me.

My choking has calmed down enough for me to utter the words, “No no, I’m fine, I just breathed in saliva. Wow, that’s gross sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, man. Sorry if what I said you weren’t ready for or whatever I can be a little forward sometimes…” Lance said shyly.

“Yes and no, it more just caught me off guard. People don’t usually talk to me, or call me cute, so I guess I was just surprised. But thanks I guess?” I replied.

“What do you mean no one calls you cute? I figured people would be all over you with your mysterious, quiet, hot, thing going on.” Lance said still not realizing what he’s doing. At least I didn’t have a coughing fit this time. However, I did turn into a tomato.

“Yeah most people just don’t notice me and if they do they just pretend I don’t exist,” I responded.

“Alright class, we briefly talked about special effects last class. Today we’re gonna start a project with your table groups, there should be a small slip of paper on each table saying which special effect type you will be learning about.” Slav says.

“Dang it! We’re makeup! I was hoping we’d get sound, I love working sound.” Pidge practically yelled.

“I’m actually really excited I’ve always wanted to learn more about special effects makeup but I all I ever do is build. I love building but this will be fun!” Hunk replies.

We all pull out devices to start researching after we decided to do a slide show and demonstration to both inform and give an in-person example. Conversations come to a close so we can get to work. It’s Wednesday and we have to be able to present on Friday. We ended up getting pretty close to being done, we just need to work out our in-class example. Lance said he wanted to put makeup on me, but I’m not sure about that. The most makeup I’ve worn is a brown mascara. He wants to make me look like a zombie. He said if my skin breaks out he “owes” me, I don’t quite know what he means by that.

The class was soon over and Lance was following me out the door. “Hey! Keith! Thanks for agreeing to let me put makeup on you, Pidge would kill me if I even asked her and Hunk cannot sit still it wouldn’t go well. I look forward to making you ugly if that’s even possible.” Lance mumbled the last part.

“Funny Lance, I don’t think you’ll have to try too hard for that.” I joked with him.

“Excuse me? I think I might have to go through marathon training for this project - it might be the hardest thing I’ve ever done!”

“Okay, yeah, sure I’ll let you believe that. Hey, I got to go this way, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You will. Bye, Keith.” His response was short and flirtatious, it was like he didn’t need any more words to convey his emotions. It felt like he wanted nothing more than to see me.

I get to call Shiro today it’s only been three days since school started and I have so much to tell him. Lance is bi, I’m making friends, I think Lance and I are flirting. Okay so maybe it’s not that much but it’s definitely more than every past year.

Shiro told me to just call him when I got home from school and that since it was his day off he’d be waiting for my call. Even though he said I could just call I chose to send him a text saying I was opening up Skype and would be calling him in a few minutes. My computer is slow because it was Shiro’s old one but the only way I’ll get a new one is if I buy it myself so I make do with what I have.

As soon as I get Skype booted up I’m calling him. He answers after one set of rings. “Hey, Keith how are you?” Shiro started excitedly.

“I’m good how’s military life treating you?” I responded.

“Not bad, I’m finally at the point where these workouts aren’t leaving me sore anymore. Hey, you don’t mind if my - uh - roommate is here, do you? He’s making us pancakes right now. Say hi to my brother, Adam!” Shiro seems a bit nervous. I think it has to do with his “roommate”... I hear a quiet “hey, dude!” in the background, I can only assume comes from Adam.

“Yeah, I don’t mind as long as he’s not homophobic. Hi Adam!” I try to sound like I don’t suspect anything.

“Pfffft Shiro your little brother is funny,” I hear loud footsteps heading in the direction of Shiro, “kid, I’m as gay as it gets!” Adam is now on screen smiling wide, bowl and whisk in hand.

“Adam, you just got pancake batter on my face!” Shiro exclaimed, I look and he indeed did have a drop of pancake batter on his cheek closest to Adam.

“Sorry let me help you with that,” Adam uses his thumb to wipe the little bit of batter off his face and promptly puts his thumb in his mouth then pulls it out with a pop and winks at Shiro, “there we go, all better,” Adam said as he turned and walked away.

Shiro is left sitting there face bright red, mouth agape, and looking extremely confused. “Adam, you’re always saying how bad for you it is to eat raw batter!” He said still looking dumbfounded.

“That was an exception it was already out of the bowl and on your face, I couldn’t just mix it back in! Talk to your brother, I’m busy.” Adam replied nonchalantly.

Shiro didn’t have to say anything because the look on his face said it all. He was wearing the look of ‘I have no idea what just happened but I’m gay?’ All I can do is laugh at him. “Anyways how have the first few days of school been?” Shiro needed a way to change the subject.

“Eventful, to say the least. So the first day Lance, as in the Lance I’ve had homeroom with for the past two years and have had kinda a crush on, came out as bi. So obviously I freaked out and told Allura and she said she’d give me cosmic brownies for a week if I talked to him at this party we’re going to on Friday. So I took the deal but was super nervous so she was like ‘try easing into it maybe start a small conversation with him about class or something.’ So I did and then today he invited me to sit with him, Pidge, and Hunk. Now that I’m saying it all out loud t doesn’t sound like that much but this is more social interaction than I’ve had in the past two years or high school combined so for me it was eventful.” I finished my ramble.

“Wow, Keith for you that does sound like a lot. I’m proud, you actually started a conversation with Lance?” Shiro asked.

“Yes! I actually started a conversation with him! I asked if he had any ideas what the fall show was going to be. He said he had no idea but hoped it was ‘Little Shop of Horrors.’ He then asked what I would hope it would be but before I could answer Hunk was like ‘dude I was gonna ask him that!’ And Pidge was like ‘ha I wasn’t.’ And then Lance elbowed her and they argued because Lance said that since I never started a conversation with them before that she should be nice to me to not drive me away or something and then she said, and I quote ‘sorry wouldn’t want to deprive you of his perfect lips,’ to Lance. Which insinuates that Lance thinks I have perfect lips. After they argued a bit more Lance decided to move on and ask me again what I was hoping the show was going to be, but I hadn’t been prepared to answer so I said that Little Shop is a fun show and then the bell rang so I ran away to my seat.” I had a lot to talk about with him.

Shiro and I continued to talk for a little while longer, mostly talking about the party on Friday because I have to talk to him about something not school related but school has been the only conversation starters I’ve had because it’s the only place I see him. Shiro suggests finding something at the party to talk about as an opener, but Adam immediately cut him off, “Do not do that that’s the worst dating advice I’ve ever heard, you should ask him about himself it shows interest and makes the other person like you more! Shiro literally knows nothing about flirting.” Adam started to walk away and Shiro made a mixture of a confused and offended face.

At this point, I was done talking about myself and got Shiro to update me on how military life is going. Almost everytime Shiro started talking about something new Adam would butt in because Shiro “got something wrong.” Adam makes Shiro flustered, in a good way, Shiro doesn’t seem to realize he’s doing all this to flirt with him. Adam’s flirting style is gently teasing to annoy Shiro to a certain point and then finishing off by being sweet or seductive, which ends up leaving Shiro confused and blushing. We finally finished catching up right around the time Coran was calling me down for dinner, we said our goodbyes and promised to talk next week and catch up again. We know we could always text but I personally prefer being able to ramble and convey my emotions and thoughts without having to think about how it’s going to be perceived. If he can hear and see me he won’t be able to misunderstand my feelings.

Dinner was uneventful, Allura and I talked about our days, I tell them that Shiro’s roommate Adam is obviously crushing on and flirting with Shiro while he remains confused and oblivious. After I finished eating I went to my room to work on my homework. While I manage to finish I couldn't stop thinking about everything. How Lance acts around me, how I get to sit by him during class, how on Friday I have to actually flirt with him, and a billion other things. Most of what traveled through my mind had to do with Lance.

The way he flirts is odd, he chooses to be direct, but shy. He jumps in right away, but then realizes he doesn’t know how to read my reactions and apologizes. He does so well at being in the tiny space between being too subtle and being too forward. He’s so conscious of both the intent and perception of his words and actions. It really shows how much he cares. That boy has more heart than anyone in the entire world.

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“Maybe I won’t.” But he did, he released me from the hug but replaced it with his hand so we could continue walking.

I felt all the blood in my cheeks slightly red from the alcohol but also from the shy feeling Lance made me feel.

It’s hard to describe exactly the feeling Lance makes me have, it often feels like I’m a pot of water on a stove about to bubble over. Every second turns up the heat causing the atoms in the water to move faster and faster before turning into a gas becoming light and free. It’s intense but liberating. It’s like entering a room with heating after spending hours outside playing in the snow. He makes the good days better and the bad days good. I had only started getting to know him a few days before this but I could see myself being with him possibly forever. He wrapped me around his finger as soon as we first had a conversation. It’s cliche and it’s mushy and gross but sometimes that can be fun. I always hated romantic movies, they always felt fake and rushed, but I learned that this feeling is just like what the characters in those movies feel. After a short amount of time complicated feelings hit the main character like an avalanche, they’re intense and perplexing but they make you feel safe and needed. These are the kind of feelings that make you want to jump up and down. They make you wanna tell every single person you meet that you’ve met someone who makes you happy. I finally understood why there were a plethora of romance movies. They are the stories everyone wants to be able to tell. I realized then that these are the feelings that you can’t hide.

“Keith look, there’s the neighborhood pool can we go please?” Lance flashed me some puppy dog eyes that immediately won me over. I would have said yes anyway but I found the fact that he wanted to go to the pool so much that he tried to make himself cuter undeniably precious. I just nodded and pulled him in the direction of the pool. Soon we were close to the locked gate and trying to think of a way to get in.

“So we could stand on the trash can and jump over,” I started but before I could continue Lance cut me off.

“Or we could walk in the gate as that family walks out,” he said as he pulled me to the gate where a young couple with their two kids both looking under five years old the youngest sitting on his mom’s hip and waved to Lance and I as we passed. We waved back I’m not the best with kids but I do know it’s a crime to not wave back at a child who waves to you.

“That was easier than I expected.”

“Trespassing is a crime, Keith,” he joked, “however being let in makes us guests.” Lance let go of my hand and started taking off his clothes excluding his boxers which were Scooby-Doo themed. That should have been a turnoff but I found it weirdly adorable. Of course, he’d have cartoon characters on his underwear. “Are you gonna get in with me, Keith?”

“I don’t know I won’t have any underwear to wear after if I do…” I trailed off. “I was just gonna sit by the pool.”

“I have extra, I always bring extra clean pairs to parties because I have a habit of getting drunk and going swimming randomly. You can borrow one of mine if you want I promise they’re clean.”

“I believe you Lance but why don’t you just bring a swimsuit?” I asked quizzically.

“Well, where’s the fun in that? This makes it feel more spontaneous and impulsive which is way more fun and than planning to swim. I’m just prepared to be impulsive.”

“I guess if it’s more fun for you it’s okay.” I laughed.

“You know what else would be more fun for me? If you joined as opposed to swimming alone.” He added on coyly.

“Fine, I’ll get in.” I feigned annoyance.

“Awesome!” He shouted as he ran to jump in and made a huge splash.

I started undressing just as Lance had a moment ago, I was very glad I chose to wear some plain black boxer briefs everything else would have been completely seen through. I left my clothes in a pile next to Lance’s and jumped in to join him. By the time I was ready to jump in Lance had resurfaced from his cannonball into the pool in perfect time to get a huge splash on the face from me jumping in.

I floated back up to the surface of the pool to find a devious Lance waiting for the perfect moment to splash me back. “Got you. Choose your next move wisely Keith, I used to have frequent splash wars with my old swim team.”

“Well, I’ll have you know I am one persistent and stubborn dude.” I punctuated my thought by hitting the surface of the water splashing Lance and I both in the process.

Lance wiped the water off his face, “Oh it’s on.” He quickly shot down into the water and tackled me pulling me under with him. His hands were reaching towards my bare sides to tickle me this boy was playing dirty. Unfortunately for him, I’m not ticklish. I wrapped my hands around his wrists and pulled them away from our bodies and forced him to come above the water with me.

“How are you not ticklish?” He shouted before I could get a word in.

“I’m just not…” I started still holding his wrists in my hands, “but I’m guessing that you are.” With that, I let go of his wrists and ambushed his sides just as he did to me except our heads were still above water.

“Keith! Stop! No, you win! I forfeit! No tickling please!” He practically screamed through his uncontrollable laughter.

I stopped tickling but kept my hands rested on his sides ready to strike again at any moment, “What’s that you say? I win?” I gently tightened my grip on his torso as to warn him that I was ready to go at it again if he decided to try anything.

“Yes yes you win just please don’t tickle me again.” He half groaned sounding disappointed in himself for giving in so easily.

“And what exactly do I get for winning? Surely there has to be some sort of prize for me, the winner.” I bragged mostly wanting to irritate him slightly.

“For winning you get a… hearty handshake.” He declared.

“How about cookies for the next month.” I bargained.

“A hug. You can have a hug.” He retaliated.

“How about a hug and cookies for a week?”

“A kiss.” He said quickly.

“Deal!” I responded just as quickly.

“Wait what for real?” He sounded shocked

“Did you not want me to take the offer?”

“Not that I didn’t want you to…” he trailed off, “I just didn’t expect you to. I figured you’d be like ‘cookies for two months!’ I’m just surprised you accepted I guess.”

“Why wouldn’t I accept that? I can get cookies from anywhere I was just messing with you.”

“It’s just, I don’t know I figured you’d want that sorta deal with someone else…”

“Lance who else would I want that from, you’re the only person I talk to outside of my family, I came to this party to hang out with you, and you convinced me to jump in a pool in just my underwear.” The air became thick, “I guess maybe I was reading this the wrong way, but I sorta thought we were on the same page. I think you’re cute, you call me cute. But I guess maybe I should just go…” I let go of his sides and started to back away.

“Keith, wait!” I didn’t want to wait I had gotten my hopes up and I was pretty sure there were tears in my eyes, but that voice had such a power over me that even though I didn’t want to I turned around anyway. I was met with Lance’s face just inches from mine. His crystal blue eyes were fixed on mine. My eyes were scanning every millimeter of his face trying to memorize every individual freckle and each eyelash stuck together from the pool water. It was as if time stopped. Then he reached to my face lacing one hand around the nape of my neck where it meets my scalp as the other to my chest just above my collarbone. His lips parted slightly and my mouth went dry, I couldn’t tell whether my heart was stopping or speeding up. Lance had been drifting closer to me at a slow steady pace. I closed my eyes and he took it as a hint to close the gap.

It’s hard to describe a kiss. The mouth has to be the softest part of the body, as cliche as it sounds, kissing the lips of someone you like is one of the most intense sensations. There are good kisses and bad kisses, my first kiss with Lance was one of the great kisses. One of the rarest types of kisses, you had no idea what you were missing it sets your heart on fire and you don’t know how you would go on if you were never able to feel like that again. My hands drifted back to Lance’s waist to pull him closer and keep him there. He fulfilled a need I had no idea I had. The only way to describe a kiss is like a hunger, and insistent and insatiable need coming from your heart. It is the definition of the word desire. You never felt so needy in your life until you find someone who makes you feel whole. Lance does that to me, I’ve gotten to know this boy in just under a week and he’s made me feel things I had never felt until him.

Lance was tightening his grip in my hair and on my chest. He deepened the kiss, he tilted his head and pulled me closer. His tongue dragged gently across my pursed lips it was an electrifying and a soft sensation.

Lance used the lower gravity of the pool to his advantage and wrapped his legs around my waste to bring us even closer. At this, I had to pull back.

“Hey Lance, as much as I’m enjoying this and would love to continue and maybe even do more, we are in a neighborhood pool and somewhat intoxicated. Plus Pidge and Hunk have probably gotten worried we’ve been gone for so long.” I said as I slowly pulled him off of me.

“Fine but will you come over and cuddle me tonight we can watch movies and I can make you your choice of pancakes or waffles in the morning?” He bargained, “also promise me more kisses when we’re sober?”

“That sounds like a plan. How about we go back to the party and harass either Hunk or Allura to take us to your house so we can get a head start on movies and cuddles?” I offered, which was apparently enough because soon enough Lance was running ahead of me to grab us towels, that the community pool thankfully provided, so we could dry off and get back into our clothes.

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