❥ ムーンダスト | Moon Dust

Saturday

Keith shifted in his sleep, his bed creaking as he did so. Letting out a soft groan whilst groggily and slowly opening his eyes. The bright sun rays were shining through his window hitting him in the face, forcing him wake up. He sat up, leaning against his pillows attempting to wake himself up completely.

Oh god, his eyes burned, this is what he gets for staying up late and only sleeping a few hours at night. The boy started to rub the sleep out of his eyes. His eyes were incredibly tired, the bright sunlight didn't really help with that either. Struggling to keep his eyes open he pushed his face down into his pillow, his thoughts immediately going to Lance and the things he had said to him.
Keith was convinced what the other boy had said was some sort of sick joke he made up on the spot to make him feel uncomfortable or some shit. But on the other hand, Keith also wanted to see Lance again. His seemingly outgoing personality intrigued him, it also didn't sit quite right with him how he was so awfully nice and touchy-feely with a person he had just met.
In all honesty he deep down wanted to know more about this boy, even if he didn't dare to admit it to himself.

Keith closed his eyes, letting the chilly breeze brush against the exposed skin on his arms. He was sitting by the wooden table in the kitchen, he'd just finished eating and the remaining smell of scrambled eggs was slowly exiting the house through the half opened window beside him. The boy pushed his plate over to the other side of the table, gently, making space for himself. He placed his chin on the table, looking out of the window. A sigh escaped his lips, his mind wandering immediately to Lance. The cheesy grin on his face as he talked, the way his eyes sparkled, his voice. Keith wouldn't be surprised if he ended up being a great singer.
He smiled generously, watching the trees dance in their complex dance in the wind to the sound of the birds chirping their lively tunes in the distance. 'What a nice day' he thought, smiling even more, wondering how it would be to run his hands through Lance's hair. It looked awfully soft, just like his tan skin. Humming along to the birds' tunes in bliss, the wind brushing against his skin felt like the gentle touch of soft hands. Keith closed his eyes once again soaking in the moment. A car passed, he abruptly opened his eyes; the bliss disappearing, twisting and turning as he realised what his train of thought was alluding to.
His face started heating up, it felt as if all the blood in his body rushed mainly to his cheeks and ears making them appear red. He grunted loudly, slapping himself in the face with both hands; pretty much at full force. He let them slowly slide of his face, revealing his eyes ever so slightly.
"Keith, what the actual fuck are you thinking- that.. That's just.. Ugh!"
He grunted, pushing his hands roughly trough his hair. Keith convinced himself he looked incredibly stupid, he could just imagine his face. It annoyed him to the point that he wanted to tear Lance's face to pieces. Or go to the moon just to leave planet earth behind. He'd rather be alone surrounded by the tiny fragments of moon dust, than seeing them surround Lance like he's some sort of moon dust wizard or something stupid like that(Why moon dust wizard you ask? Why not something cool? Well its supposed to sound stupid so roll with it).

Keith cleaned up after himself, he threw himself at his bed; lying in bed and staring up at the roof had become routine at this point.
He sighed placing his hands behind his neck,
"Maybe I'll go out looking for Lance..."
He muttered reluctantly glancing over at the closed window. Keith somehow managed to convince himself that going to look for Lance just seemed like a good idea because it would help with his boredom.
In reality he knew that he just wanted to get to know this, 'mysterious' boy he'd met.

Once again, Keith was standing on the outside of his apartment building. The only difference being that; there were no stars, no moon lighting the way. But instead the yellow sun and the bright blue sky.
The boy didn't quite remember the way he had walked, but he was confident he'd find and get to his destination anyway. 'Just follow the streetlights,' he thought- looking up at the lights he saw a bird sitting there, by itself, it looked; lonely.
Keith ignored it and walked past trying not to think too much about it.