The Red Nerd [Klance]

Chapter 5: A Present For Lance

Friday Morning||6:37 a.m.

"Keith, I need to tell you something, and I've been wanting to for a while now," Lance said, gripping into Keith's shoulder.

Keith went wide-eyed only saying, "Y-yes, Lance, what is it?"

"I-I, I hate you," the brown haired boy finished, slapping him with his free arm. "and I've always have." Lance made them see eye-to-eye only once more before tripping him into the deep and dark abyss.

"Wait, LANCE!! NO!!" Keith exclaimed as he fell into the hole.

"Have a nice dirt nap, or don't. I don't really care either way," the Cuban male said, waving goodbye with evil eyes.

"LANCE!" Keith woke up as the alarm on his phone woke him up.

He snoozed the alarm, and sat up in bed breathing in and out heavily. Keith rubbed his temples, feeling like he was on the brink of tears. N-no, Lance would never to that, right? "Yeah, Lance is too kind-hearted for that kind of crap...... I hope...." The clock read 6:37. (A/n: XD, that's the time I'm writing this at, I'm so unoriginal.😂)

The raven haired teen only nodded before he got up from bed. He could smell the scent of bacon and eggs from the next room. Shiro must've woken up already. Keith thought as he walked to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, and then stepped into the shower. Keith turned on the water to warm, resulting on him being soaked with water in 0.2 seconds.

As he was in the shower, he thought about Lance's real feelings for him. Are they just an act? Does he actually like me? I'm sure we'll just stay in the friend-zone forever, right? I wonder what flavor his lips taste like, wait wat? Keith shook that last thought off his mind, his wet mullet whacking his face in the process. "Ow," Note to self: never shake my mullet when in the shower...... He thought to himself, turning off the running water.

Keith stepped out of the shower, his towel wrapped around his lower waist. He changed into a black MCR shirt and black jeans, and then grabbed his glasses from his nightstand. He walked into the small corner kitchen, and sat down at the two-person dining table. "Good morning Shiro," Keith yawned, scratching the back of his neck.

"Good morning, Keith. Sleep well last night?" Shiro said, placing two plates of bacon and eggs on the table.

"Honestly, I've had better nights." Keith acknowledged, spiking the eggs with his fork.

"Oh, well do you want to talk about it?" Shiro asked, eating his eggs.

"Nah, it's okay." replied Keith, putting his dish in the sink.

"Okay, well nevertheless, we need to head to school now. It's 6:53. Schools starts at 7:15, so we should leave now." Shiro said as he placed his dish in the sink, and grabbed his coat from the coat rack.

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Friday||School||7:09 a.m.

"Hey locker buddy," Lance said, his hand pressed against the other locker.

"H-hey Lance,"

"What's up Keithster? Is your fire out of wood?"

"What? We don't even own a fireplace.... I'm just a little under the weather today, that's all..."

"That's not what it means, but okay."

"Do you hate me, Lance?"

"What? Why would I hate you? You're like my best friend!!" Lance exclaimed, hugging Keith.

"Aren't I your only friend besides Pidge and Hunk?"

"Yes..... But that's besides the point!"

Friday||Spanish Class||6th period||1:58 p.m.

Christmas is coming up in a couple of weeks. I wonder if I should get Lance something. What does he like? Guns, video games? What ever it is, I'm sure he'll like it. I got it, I can sing him a song in Spanish for him!! I'm sure he'll love that!

The bell rang.

"Hey, Ms. Nyma, could you possibly teach me how to sing a song in Spanish?" Keith asked his teacher.

"Of course, Keith, I would be happy to. What song did you have in mind?"

"All of Me by John Legend?" squeaked Keith, chuckling.

"Oh~ Who's the lucky girl you're going to sing it to?" Nyma asked while smirking.

"Um, well it's a little Christmas present for Lance. He's probably my first friend ever, and he means a lot to me,"

"I see, well I can try to teach you on the piano."

"Sure. I know how to play the piano, though my memories a bit rusty. I haven't played it since the 6th grade....."

"Well, how about we start on Monday after-school? 2:45, fifteen minutes after class."

"Sounds good, I'll be there. Thanks Ms. Nyma." Keith smiled, leaving the classroom.