So there they were, sitting in Lance's rundown 2001 Taurus and stargazing with a twenty piece chicken nugget box and two Doctor Peppers. Keith sort of loved Lance's car. It was certainly well loved, with chipped paint and worn fabric seating. A plastic bag full of trash hung from the cigarette lighter, desperately in need of being emptied.
"This is better than the dance." Keith mumbled.
"Much." Agreed Lance, grasping Keith's hand.
Keith was a blushing mess. No level of calculations or mental shower conversations could have prepared him for this. Then again, most of his made up scenes involved Lance leaving him after three seconds, so they were generally very wrong. Lance had the heat on full blast, creating a warm cocoon in the car.
Keith watched as Lance's eyes sparkled under the stars. It truly felt like there was a future, even if they were just some boys eating McDonald's in a beat up Ford. Icy blue eyes met indigo, leaning into each other. Their lips locked together in perfect synchronization, hearts beating as one.
They pulled back, plastered with smiles and rosy cheeks.
"So... are we, like, boyfriends now?" Lance said abruptly with a shiteating grin.
"You're damn right we are."
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Locker Neighbors (Klance)
FanfictionKlance High school AU where they don't have communication issues, the characters have flaws, and the mutual pining isn't painful tw: very minor homophobia
