"He should be here by now," Keith said, the worry in his voice priceless to Shiro. The two half-brothers had been moving some stuff from the house into the garage. Now, it being 5 PM, Lance was supposed to have picked him up at 4:30 PM.
"Well, maybe he got lost," the black-eyed adult replied. (Does Shiro have black eyes? Help?) The younger boy let out an airy laugh, then scoffed, "probably."
As if right on cue, a barbie pink convertible pulled around the corner, gleaming in the mid-June sun. "There he is," the raven-haired boy sighed in relief, starting to walk to the road as the convertible got closer.
Shiro's jaw dropped slightly upon seeing the Cuban boy's car slowing to a stop in front of his house. "Hey, Shiro! Hey, Keith!" The blue-eyed boy smiled widely, waving. The indigo-eyed boy hopped in, not even opening the door.
Keith kissed Lance's cheek lightly before turning, putting on his seatbelt. "Cya later, Shiro," the short boy chuckled brightly as Lance put the car in drive.
As Shiro read the license plate at the two sped off, he facepalmed. Why Keith had fallen in love with Lance? He'd never know.
(Word counter: 196. This one is very very short yep yep. Very tired b/c I spent all night drawing Lance. Also, Lance's license plate probably said something like: bbgirl or c00lkid
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The starboy himself. Hopefully, this lil' drawing makes up for the short chapter. buh-bye! -Julian)
