try, try again - klance (highschool au)

"I'm not here by choice!"

Lance

"Woah, woah w-where a-am I?" Lance said, groggily, just after waking up. The room was pitch black, Lance not even being able to see his hand in front of his face. He looked to his side, realising the immense warmth coming from it. He shook the "body" next to him, trying to get an answer but all he received was a grunt and a "sleeping" from a britone sounding voice. He reached around a bit, looking for a phone. Lance picked up his phone and turned on the flashlight, pointing it at the being next to him.

"Woah w-what are you doing?" What Lance now knew as Keith complained.

"Why am I here? Why am I not home? Mom is going to kill me! Keith why didn't you bring me home?" Lance started shouting at the half asleep boy.

Keith looked over at his watch and pressed the light, causing a blue glow to come from the other side of Keith's body "Lance it's only 4, go to sleep." The raven haired boy turned his head back to his pillow and proceeded to take the little bit of blanket Lance had.

"Hey, give me that back!" Lance said, taking the blanket back with brute force, flipping Keith over.

"No, you're in my house, it's my blanket!"

"I'm not here by choice!"

"Okay, keep it, ugh!" Keith let out a final sigh and tried to go back to sleep, turning away from the boy.

Lance looked over at an already asleep Keith and then at his phone, "5:14." Lance had been lying there for an hour, eyes blinking and brain buzzing. He couldn't comprehend why Keith just didn't wake him up when he was bringing him home. Or why Keith didn't bring him back to his own car. Maybe it was a sign? Lance's little crush for the boy next to him was stronger than ever, causing his brain to cloud with lust. He brought up his hand and touched Keith's hair, running his hands through it's soft texture and making the smaller boy's mouth turn into a light smile. Lance was gentle in his movements and fell asleep to the action.

-the next day, 12pm-

Lance woke up, noticing the emptiness in the bed. He was still in the clothes he wore yesterday, but they weren't that uncomfortable. The cuban boy walked out of Keith's bedroom, stroking his hands through his hair to attempt to regain some order. Lance walked into what he assumed to be the kitchen, watching Keith make a cup of coffee.

"What's up, loverboy?" Keith slurred his words romantically, smirking as an ending to his question.

Lance propped himself against a wall, one leg crossed over the other.

"Take me home."

a/n: i'm sorry this is so short but i'm in a bit of a writers block. i'll probably update again this week because i'm on holiday break. I hope you all had a happy honda days.

Love, your best bi