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Project Us

God this is so long and probably so horrible. Have fun.

“Tell me again why I should help you with your homework?”  

“Because,” Lance whined as he set his books on the library table. “I have an art project with some kid in my class and I'm too focused  on that to do my English assignment.” 

Pidge rolled her eyes as she went back to typing on her computer. It wasn't unusual for pidge and lance to hang out in the library. Sometimes hunk would come and study with them while listening to lance bitch about his assignments. Pidge would continue to ignore him while Hunk gave some kind of advice on studying that would ultimately get ignored. It was  Mostly his English ones.  It was his bitching about another person that piqued Pidge’s interest. 

“What’s her name?

“Him. and keith? He looks like some 2005 emo with a mullet.” Lance visibly cringed as he described keith. Pidge suppressed a laugh, shaking her head. 

“A 2005 emo? With a mullet no less. Other than his appearance, is there anything else bothering you?”  

“He’s an acrylic artist while I work with watercolour and charcoal. He makes it look soOoO easy, but it's not and I hate him for it. Our project is to paint the other titanic style. I'm going to die pidge, DIE” 

Pidge rolled her eyes again, her thesis almost finished. “Its called gay panicking, and you’re going to be fine. Do the project, then forget about him. This Keith guy seems like a nice kid. Maybe you should, oh i don't know, be friends with him?” 

“Who are we being friends with?” Hunk set his backpack on the floor next to his chair. “Sorry i'm late, culinary 3 was taking longer than expected to clean up today” 

Lance’s head fell to the table with a thud, groaning. 

“He’s having boy troubles. His partner in art is hot apparently.”

“I never said keith was hot”

“Keith Kogane?” Lance nodded.  Hunk thought back to his economics class.

“He sits one row down and to the left of me. Nice dude. Sometimes I can see the wikipedia page open on his laptop and it's always some cryptid.”  

“Even better. Ugh, i'm going to jump in front of a bus” 

Pidge  packed up Her belongings, giving Lance a sympathetic look. Hunk clapped lance on the back. “ I know Keith, he’s my co-host. Anyway, Good luck. And don't die yet! We want a full report tomorrow!” 

All Lance gave back was a thumbs up as he packed up his belongings. “psh, I have to go over right now to talk about our project. That bus is looking like a pretty good choice right now” 

They all laughed as he walked out of the library. Their goodbyes echoing in lanced brain as he walked through the long corridors to the dorm rooms. Keith had given Lance his room number earlier in class, so that Lance could come over and they could discuss the best way to go about their project. 

“Stupid fucking acrylics” lance muttered as he gathered the courage to knock on keith’s door. 

Now, the college was one that had dorm rooms built into the college itself. It had four stories, and the shape it made was rather obscure. The freshmen have the bottom floor, the first floor with most of the drama majors and  auditorium for the theatre majors to put on plays. The sophmores have the second floor, and so on. There were two libraries. One in the north wing and the other in the southeast wing. Keith’s dorm room was in one of the farthest hallways, making Lance's trip a nerve racking experience as he thought of every bad possible outcome that could happen. But as he was standing in front of Keith's door now, his mind went blank. His fist rapped on the wood softly, hands clammy as they gripped his bookbag strap and fidgeted with it.