Locker Neighbors (Klance)

5

  Lance was interrupting the sandwich making that kept Keith sane.

"Hey, Keith. I wanted to say thanks for taking care of me last night. What are you up to?" Lance said, a smile gracing his lips.

"I'm making lunch." Keith wasn't having it today.

"What are you making?"

"A peanut butter and banana sandwich."

"Dude, that sounds disgusting."

"Nonsense. It's great."

"Show me then, I doubt it's good."

"Fine, get in here."

Keith grabbed a banana, along with more bread.

"So what you're gonna do is get a heap of peanut butter." Lance watches Keith intently, mimicking his actions.

Keith spread it on the bread, Lance doing the same. He squashed the banana, spreading it as well.

Keith stared at Lance as he took a bite, his eyes lighting up.

"This is the shit." Lance mumbles, food in his mouth.

Keith gives a smug smirk.

"Good?" Keith asks.

"Yeah!" Lance shouts.

After Lance leaves, Keith crashed down on the couch.

Even while they were just watching TV and doing homework, Keith's heart was beating dangerously fast.

A navy blue jacket smothers his face. It had been buried under a pillow, only getting excavated by his abrupt movement.

And it smelled heavenly.

Much like Lance did. Not that Keith had smelled him. No. Never.

Okay. Once.

But certainly not four times. That didn't happen.

If Keith hadn't been lying to himself, he'd admit that it was four times. But he was lying, because the truth would make him a freak. A gay freak who was utterly obsessed with a boy.

Keith nuzzled his head into the fabric, inhaling.

Having crushes was hard.

Having emotions was hard.

Keith would know, he'd been repressing his emotions ever since he was a small child.