(Earth AU) (Gay boys) (background Lance+Hunk)
-Keith's POV (1st person omniscient)-
Keith is someone who hates surprises, he lives on a schedule; as it's reliable, and prone to the unexpected. That's what's gotten Keith out of a life of the unexpected, and it will continue to do so.
Keith straightens his back and continues to furiously let his fingers waltz on his keyboard. Yes, so what if the assignment is due in 4 days? He will of course nock it out tonight, well-technically 3 in the morning; but, who cares about those kind of details?
I'll just go to the gym in an hour and crash for a minute or two then head to classes, then I've got to stop by the washers...Well, that's his plan. That's his plan that he'll certainly follow. He'll follow it because it's his schedule. If he doesn't sticks to it robotically, he'll shut down.
The sound of a steady clacking of keys and the hurried rush of sipping black coffee is all that is heard for the next 30 minutes till Keith finally stamps a finger on the submit button with a satisfied huff.
Keith stuffed the rest of his papers in his satchel and plugged in his laptop on his desk. He sleepily walks over to the bathroom. Then pulls out his contacts and splashes his face with freezing cold water right from the tap. He strips off his skinny jeans and then folds them neatly on the sink counter. Now, in only a pair of boxers and close-fitting Garrison T-Shirt.
It's only now that he lets his exhaust trail down upon him after forcing it out for the whole night/morning. He looks in the mirror. His face pale, lips and the same eye bags under his eyes that he's had forever, all look the same as before. Nothing nice, nor extraordinary.
Keith shakes himself out of the slight trance and reaches for his toothbrush. Yet, as he's about to be toothpaste onto the bristles a nocking sound is heard from the door.
Nock Nock
Probably just the census or some crappy salesman.
Nock Nock
Damn, they're quite consistent, aren't they?
Nock Nock Nock Nock Nock
"NO ONES HOME!"
Nock
Keith smiles to himself, feeling relieved that the horrid salesman has gone off to somewhere else. Or so he thought.
Nock Nock Nock Nock Nock
Keith slams his tooth brush down onto the counter, throws on his jeans from earlier and stomps over to the door of his small apartment. What kind of salesman is at my door is at the door at 3 in the morning?
Nock Nock Nock
"Jeez! I'm right here, cool it," Keith presses his fingers to rest atop the door handle "who is it?"
A (presumably) male voice sasses from the other side "It's Britany, bitch."
Keith sighs "I don't know a Britany,"
"Are you seriously that dense?"
"What do you want?"
"I'm just helping my friend bake some oatmeal cookies, anddd I was wondering if we could borrow a bag of flour? 'Cause cookies without flour aren't even cookies at all! I'll buy some flour for you in return and drop it off tomorrow..." The stranger says a little too fast.
Keith blinks "Oh, alright. I'll, ugh, be back."
"Oh, you're an angel, thank you!"
Keith mutters under his breath, not missing the shudder from the other side of the door "Crap! Did I sound like an old lady to him?"
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Klance Oneshots-I Don't Think I Even Could Forget You
Fanfiction(Sequel to [Klance Oneshots-Don't Forget Me]) In the cannon universe, Lance and Keith may not have ended up together. But, why not drown in the sweet-to the not-so-sweet realities that I've sculpted of these two boys? This time, for the second time...
