I couldn't think. Couldn't eat. Shiro was gone, and the wI snahole team was mortified. Lately, Keith broke out in anger and stormed off. I would secretly follow him back to his room, and hear him crying inside. As sad as I was, why would he cry for Shiro? Was he a father figure or something else? Whatever it was, it was starting to aggravate me greatly.
". . .ance! Lance!"
I snapped out of it. "Hm? Oh, what is it Pidge?"
Pidge stared me down. "I don't know, you look. . . somewhat disturbed. Are you okay? Is it Shiro?"
I got angry at this. "Why should I worry about Shiro?"
Pidge almost looked hurt. "I-I'm sorry. I'll go away. Just wondering if you're alright."
A wave of forgiveness washed over me. "Wait, Pidge, I'm sorry. I just. . . . have a lot on my mind."
He nodded. "It's okay. We all do. Dinners almost ready. Go get Keith."
"Okay." I got up heading towards Keith's room. I arrived at his door, hesitated, then knocked.
No answer.
"Keith? Dinners almost ready. Are you coming or not?"
A muffled NO came through the door.
Once again, I got very annoyed. "Look Keith. You can't stay holled up in your room 24/7. Come out."
His door creaked open, enough to see half his face. "I said no."
"Why?"
"I just said why, now leave me alone."
"No, you didn't say why. All you're saying is no. Can you stop pushing me away? Please?"
Keith glared. "Why do you even care?!"
"Because I do!"
Keith looked taken aback by my anger and I felt a jolt of pain. "S-Sorry. Are you going or not?"
Keith sighed. "Yeah, I guess. Let me get my shoes."
"Fine. Cool."
He laughed. "How's getting my shoes cool?"
I laughed nervously. "Sorry, I don't know." Why was I so nervous? My hands are shaking too. Why?
Keith grabbed his shoes, sitting on his bed to put them on. I stood there awkwardly.
Should I say something?
I opened my mouth to speak, but Keith spoke first. "Okay, let's go. I'm ready."
"Mm-kay. Let's-woah!" I fell, tripping over something on Keith's floor, and landing on Keith. We fell on top of his bed.
"Hey-Ah! What the-mm!" Keith said.
I realized what position I was in, looking down. My hand had went up his shirt, causing me to grasp his chest. My other hand was beside his head, my face close to his. My leg was between his, pressing against his member.
"I-I'm sorry. I-I'll move now." I removed myself from a top him, looking away from his gaze, then back. "Again, I'm really, really sorry."
It's fine. Stop apologizing so much. You fell, get over it."
I nodded. "Yeah, okay. Sorry, let's go."
We left his room, went to eat dinner as if nothing happened and went to bed. At least tried to. I still couldn't get my mind off it. His chest had been so soft and warm. And his reaction. . . . . I don't know. It was, the more I think about it, was really cute and erotic. It was wrong to think about it, but I couldn't help it.
"Damn it, I think I like Keith." Saying it out loud made me feel more aware of it. I had to speak to him, to tell him my unbelievable feelings.
