Locker Neighbors (Klance)

4

  Keith woke up on an unfamiliar couch. He quickly realized it was Lance's couch, where he was tucked in with about five pillows.

A note was taped to the coffee table.

I noticed you passed out on the chair by my bed , thanks for keeping me from getting myself killed last night.
-Lance

Keith sat up, looking around the house. Where was Lance's exchange family? Keith felt awful, his neck was sore, but not nearly as sore as his heart.

He kept replaying and replaying the moment he kissed Lance in his mind. Did Lance remember?

Keith attempted to shove the shred of fear out of his heart, rushing out of Lance's house and to his own home.

After getting ready, Keith quickly rode his bike to school and heading to class.

Keith hated being late to class.

He lived a precise lifestyle, get to school ten minutes before the doors opened, focus on classes, eat the same peanut butter and banana sandwich that he'd had every day for the last five years, go home.

Lance was messing it all up.

Keith was only eight minutes early, focusing was borderline impossible, he didn't have time to pack his lunch and he didn't particularly feel like going home.

As his bike slowed, Keith found himself outside the entrance of a small park. He's messed up his entire routine and he really just wanted a break.

He went home, the children in the park were too loud. Much too loud to focus on his racing thoughts.

Standing in his kitchen, he grabbed a spoon, peanut butter an--

A knock. A distraction.

The last thing Keith needed.

A groan escapes his lips as he abandoned his lunch for the next day, walking towards the door.

Lance.