Flame ||Klance|| (transgender au)

3. Keith

I guess he wasn't that bad of a guy but he was still annoying as hell. "Thanks Lance," i say as I walk out, "and please don't tell anyone."

He smiled at me which made me feel weird, "no problem Keith." He paused, "are you doing anything today."

"No, just going home," I looked at my feet.

"You want to play dungeon and dragons with my group of friends," he smiled.

I couldn't help but laugh, "Nice try but I'm not a nerd."

He seemed to stare at me in amazement as I walked off to Shiro's car. But he followed me? "What are you doing?" I nervously ask.

"That's my friend," he pointed to the car, "he's picking me up today."

"No he's not, that's my foster brother," I look intensely into his eyes.

"Well I call shotgun," he says way to too close to my face.

"Dude back off!"

"Make me," He says with a shit eating grin.

I push him over and run off but he pulls my leg and I fall over on top of him. I quickly scramble to my feet and start running. He pulls my jacket and goes in front of me. I'm so pissed that I jump on top of him bringing us both to the ground and wailing at each other. Shiro is out of the car now and walks up to us. "Boys! Isn't this what brought you detention?"

"Yea but he started it," Lance claimed.

I rolled my eyes and spat at him.

"Gross!" Lance jumped and yelped.

"You two are both getting in my car now, and Lance I think we might have to get out the shirt." Shiro shook his head in disapproval.

"What are you my mom?" I look at Shiro full of anger.

"Shiro is everyone's dad, Keith," Lance looked at me like it was obvious.

"No he's my foster brother," I reply.

Later when we're at the house (I got shotgun) they asked me to play the game again in which I declined again.

I sat in my room listen to music. That was until Lance barged in, "I need to get something!" He said and rummaged through Shiro's stuff.

I took out my earbuds. "Do you mind?"

"Gee Keithy why are you always so full of attitude," Lance sighed.

"Just get your thing and go," I frown, I hate the name Kiethy.

"What if I stay here instead?" He had that shit eating grin on his face again, and sat on my bed.

"Get out!" I pushed him.

"Dude! That was rough you almost pushed me off."

"That's the point," I kick him off and a loud thud was heard.

"Owwww!"

Shiro came running to the room and sighed, "Im not mad just disappointed. You have to wear the shirt."

"No!" Lance protested.

"Alright then your making up and staying in here, if I hear fighting you two are putting on the shirt," Shiro threatened and closed the door.

"Fuck! Why do you always start stuff Keith," he complained.

"Me!? Really? I'm the one who comes in here and annoys the shit out of you."

"I'm not annoying," Lance stuck out his tongue.

"Lance, I've met a lot of people from moving from town to town and out of all those people you're the most annoying," I stare at him.

"Whatever," he crossed his arms and pouted.

A short boy... girl? Walked in and stared at us, "you guys making out yet?"

"Pidge!" Lance through a pillow at them. "Get out."

"No," Pidge said, "Shiro said to make sure you two bonded."

Lance grunted.

"Okay so tell each other your biggest secrets," Pidge smiled.

"No," I say but realize I'm probably being too hostile.

"Oh Keith, lot too hide. Mysterious, Lance likes that in boys," Pidge winks.

"Pidge I don't like him!" He threw a pillow at them.

"He is your type Lance," they winked again.

Lance was completely red, "I don't have a type."

"Yea you do and Keith has all but one feature you look for," they smiled.

"What feature," Lance rolled his eyes.

"He doesn't talk a lot," Pidge mentioned and stared at me.

I stare at them and with that they leave but say one more thing, "if you can't find three nice things to say about each other in the next 15 minutes when Shiro comes up, Shiro will put the shirt on you.

When the door shuts Lance automatically speaks, "can you believe him."

"Yea," I say out loud.

Lance became flustered, "how?"

"Well when you first met me you did hit on me," Lance is either forgetful, an idiot, or... well an idiot.

"I was not," Lance looked nervous, "that's how I am with everyone."

I stare at him giving him that look of: "you're and idiot and I know it and so do you."

"So what are your three things," I mention.

"I'm not saying, you'll hear them when Shiro's here," Lance folded his arms.

Later when Shiro came up he ask for the three things, Lance went first, "Keith... is quiet and I guess that's nice so I talk more.... he... I can't think of anything more Shiro," he looks up at Shiro.

"Remember the shirt," he mentions.

Lance automatically looks back at me, "he's good at... fighting... not as good as me though..."

"Lance," Shiro warned.

"Okay! He's... almost as good as me," he smiles.

I just roll my eyes.

"And he...." he looks me up and down, "has... nice hands...?"

"Thanks?" I look strangely at him.

"Your turn Keith," Shiro look at me.

I nod, "you're bearable when you're not talking."

"Keith!" Shiro warned me.

"You... are a decent guy when you're not talking... you have nice doodles... and you're..." I paused for a long time, "you're gay?"

"Bisexual, but I know, I'm fabulous," Lance corrected.

Shiro looked at us both, "good, now come play d and d guys."

"No thanks," I lie back down and they leave.