Give Me Love // Klance

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Quick A/N:
Hello, everyone! I just wanted to announce that at the current rate this story is going at, it will be more than 8 parts. I feel like I need to build up Keith and Lance's relationship before this story ends. Plus, explanations galore! Anyways, without further ado, the new chapter!

Song: Crush
Artist: David Archuleta

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That blazing hot afternoon was definitely memorable. If Keith hadn't worn sunscreen, he would've burnt up like Pidge did. But that wasn't the best part.

The trio, that although were loud and obnoxious, made his first fourth of July ceremony truly entertaining. He (surprisingly) didn't mind at all that they dragged him from booth to booth.

One thing, or rather, one individual he couldn't get off of his mind though, was Lance.

The Cuban, in the 4 hours they knew each other, was already starting to grow on him. He was sweet, humoured and good-natured. Not only that, he was also attractive. Though he was lanky for their age, he was still physically appealing nonetheless. Lance was occupied talking to Hunk; making it an okay time for Keith to sneak a few glances at the Latino.

"Uh, Keith, you okay...? You've been spacing out for a while." Pidge questioned, before they followed his gaze back to their childhood friend. A smirk tugged at their lips and they couldn't help but feel a spark of pride grow within their chest.

"You like Lance, don't you Keith?" They piped up, a teasing tone in their voice. At the mention of his name, Keith snapped out of his daze and faced Pidge with a brow raised.

"Huh? What'd you say?" Keith inquired, his cheeks covering with a pink hue as he was finally glancing  away from Lance. However, when he faced Pidge, he knew he must've done something; that grin on their face just oozed trouble and mischief.

"Uhhh, Pidge...?" He asked again, getting somewhat intimidated by the glint in the boy's eyes.

"You like Lance, don't you, Keith?" Pidge repeated, leaning forward towards the mullet-haired boy and lifting and dropping their eyebrows in a suggestive fashion. The statement caused Keith's face to redden like a ripened tomato.

"W-What...?! No, you don't know what you're talking about! I... I just met him four hours ago!" Keith defended, quite poorly, if you ask Pidge. It was, nevertheless, hilarious.

The ruckus caused Lance and Hunk to raise their brows in confusion at the mullet-haired adolescent and their nerdy friend.

"Even still~!" Pidge insisted, winking.

"Sh-shut up, Pidge. I don't like him... In that way at least. Besides, even if I did, he would not see me that way." Keith replied, a look of disappointment covering his eyes.

"And I still have to get to know him properly first. A relationship won't work if you know nothing about the person, right?" Keith added, resting his elbow on the table. He laid his head to rest on the palm of his hand, picking up his drink to take a sip.

Meanwhile, Lance had taken the time to appreciate Keith. The four hours he had known the Korean were, by far, some of the best time he's ever had. He loved competing with him, and, as it turns out, the mullet-haired teen was racked up in the skills department. Not to mention, he was quite the looker- even with that odd mullet of his.

Lance took in his features, and it made him slightly saddened. Taking more time to look at the boy made Lance notice all the heavy weight the boy carried with him. It was clear that Keith lost someone important to him at an early age.