After A While

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"Keith! Get your Emo-ass up!" Keith jumped, startled, and fell off the bed. He rubbed his head, scowling. "Oh, you big baby." Liz offered him a hand to help him get up. Keith batted it away and stood himself. He grabbed the mug on the bedside table, pretending to look at it. "So what you said about someone named Maddie yesterday..." Keith looked up. Liz wasn't in the room anymore. Keith deadpanned and threw on his jacket, grumbling about Liz and her "hostess skills".
As he walked through the hallway to the staircase, an amazing smell smacked him across the face. He hesitated at the top of the staircase before running down it. He slowed down and walked into the kitchen, as if that didn't happen.
Because it didn't. That didn't happen. You saw nothing.
"Hey." Liz greeted plainly, pouring a pan of scrambled eggs into a bowl. "Uh- hi." Keith said. Liz tossed a glance at him and pointed to the sink, wanting Keith to put his cup in there. When Keith was done, Liz started talking, "Okay. When you're done, grab some breakfast and sit down. I wanna talk. You're not getting out of this." She deadpanned.
Keith nodded and grabbed a plate, stacking eggs, toast, and bacon onto it. He sat down and waited for Liz to finish making hers. He studied her while he did this.
Liz had short, medium brown hair just below her shoulders, she was even shorter than Maddie, she wore a purple, pink, and blue crop-top sweatshirt, ripped jeans, and silver converse.
A hand slapped the table in front of him. "Stop checking me out and eat." Liz ordered. She gave him a glare and walked to the other end of the table. After sitting down, she grabbed her fork and pointed it at Keith. "Okay, Emo. This is your only chance to ask me questions. Fire away." Keith stared at her. She had weird green eyes. They reminded him of a cat.
Keith shook his head, setting his fork down. "Why'd you make breakfast?" He asked. Liz and her fork froze, food halfway to her mouth, and deadpanned at Keith. She set her fork down, "Are you kidding me?" She asked. Keith shook his head. Liz sighed, looking away. She mumbled something that Keith couldn't catch. "What?" Keith asked. Liz scowled at him, and leaned back in her chair. "I said, I don't hate you. I just want to protect Lance. I'm not going to make you starve. Besides, I have a feeling you would either raid our pantry or go to town where you could get caught." She answered. Keith nodded, sort of thankful for Liz's inability to let someone starve. Nice.
"Who's Maddie?" Keith asked, already knowing the answer. Liz's face fell, she looked down, her hair covering her face. "She's my best friend. We've known each other since 8th grade. She's introduced me to the most amazing people in the multiverse." Liz looked up. Tears were shining in her eyes, and a few fell when she blinked. "Is she still going to college for Art?" She whispered. Keith nodded, bringing a smile to Liz's face. "Why'd you leave?" Keith asked. Liz stared at Lances door. "I'm too emotional now to glare at you, asshat. But Lance needed help because of you." She answered vaguely. The guilt, that Keith has been pushing away for two years now, became restless in the pit of Keith's stomach. It clawed at him, working it's way up Keith's throat, and out his mouth.
"I'msorryifeelsobadishouldn'thaveleftliketgatI'mahorriblepersonIknowIdontdeservetoliveandimthereasonyouhadtoleaveyourfriendsimsosorry!" Keith cried. Liz fell on the floor, startled by Keith's outburst. "What the hell was that?" She squeaked. Keith layer his head in his hands, relived that he got that out, but exhausted. "My apology." He choked out. Liz frowned, "Don't you dare think apologizing to me will get you out of this fucking hole you've dug. You've broken Lance and I'm only here to hold him together. Lance picked himself back up, by the pieces, one by one." She noticed Keith wasn't looking at her. She kicked the wall, "Damnit Keith! Your going to fucking apologize to Lance wether you fucking want to or not! It's not a choice. Get over your damn self!" Liz screamed.
Startled, Keith looked at the brunette. Her short hair was in her face, which was cherry red, and she was glaring daggers at Keith with her now scary green eyes. She wasn't done though.
"Lance is the fucking reason I left the people I love. I love Lance but I have other people in my life! You've ruined a lot of things Keith, and you think you can apologize to the one person who doesn't fucking care whether your dead or alive? No. I had to leave Maddie, Sentry, and Kendra. The only people who actually cared about me. Because of you. Do you can get off of your ass and figure out how to apologize to Lance." She ranted. Liz took a huge breath and collapsed in her chair.
Keith was stunned. He stared at the small female, her chest was heaving. She pointed at the ceiling. "I'm leaving. Meet me at the Helk Salon at three. There's directions in the kitchen. If anyone asks, your name is Travis." She sat up, glaring at Keith. "Anymore questions?" She asked. Keith looked at the table, thinking. "Hey, uh- Aubrey?" He started. Liz stared at him with wide eyes. "What?" She spat. "Thanks." He said. Liz studied his face. "Yah, sure. Just, don't call me that. Here, I'm called Liz." Liz glanced at something past Keith. "And feel free or whatever to look around. For ideas. Just don't go into my room. You can't see the floor." Liz scowled and grabbed a bag from the floor, throwing it over her shoulders. "Please do the dishes. I already have enough shit to do with two guys living here now." Liz paused and studied Keith's face for a moment before leaving.
Keith, still a little stunned, stared at the door as it closed. He brushed his hair back, still confused. He shook his head and stood up, not knowing whether to be annoyed, offended, or grateful. Grabbing his and Liz's plates, he figured that he could look around while gathering dishes.
After scraping the left over food into the trash- they didn't even eat but Keith wasn't that hungry anymore anyways-, Keith decided to get everything in the living room. Not because he was scared of going into Lances room. He wasn't. He just wanted to do the living room first. (Keith was scared to death)
He walked into the living room, studying the place as he went. There was a moderately sized black couch, a purple rug on a dark wood floor, a fifty inch TV, and a lot, a LOT of pillows.
After procrastinating for about eleven minutes, Keith started gathering up the dishes. There was a giant bowl, a couple plates, and a lot of mugs. Keith figured that they had hot chocolate often in the winter. After throwing those into the dishwasher, he looked at Lances room.  
Groaning internally, Keith shuffled into Lances room. Opening the door, he was surprised to see that Lances room was extremely clean. There was a full length mirror across from the doorway. Keith saw himself, not liking anything. His hair had grown and his eyes looked tired. He hasn't washed his jacket in a couple of days, and the blue was looking sun bleached. Keith scowled, realizing that he lost a glove. He had on his normal black shirt and pants, but he needed new boots. His red ones were scratched up and sun bleached.
Keith sighed and looked around. Lance didn't have any dishes except for a mug by his bed. He walked over and picked it up, sloshing around the leftover hot chocolate inside. Then, something caught his eye from under Lances bed. He bent over, careful not to spill the, now cold, hot chocolate. He pulled it out and gasped. It was his old flight jacket that he put in Lances room when he left. He expected Lance to throw it away. Or, at the most, give it Shiro. It even felt- then Keith smelt it for... reasons- and smelled clean.
Then, the front door opened. Keith shoved the jacket back under Lances bed. He rushed out of the room with the hot chocolate mug. Liz stood in the doorway, giving him an 'are you stupid?' look. 
"Dude, what if I was Lance?" She asked. Keith froze and bit his lip, then shrugged. Liz narrowed her eyes, looking annoyed. "I came home for my lunch break. And to tell you that your going to leave when I leave. We don't have many customers today so I have a free spot right after lunch." She threw her bag off of her shoulders and on the floor. "Have you spent an hour in Lances room?" She asked. Keith blushed, embarrassed. "No." He answered. "Mmhm." Liz hummed. She pointed to the fridge, "Get your own food, I don't cook everyday. I'm not Ke- a mom." She pauses after her mess up. She glared at the floor. "Okay, just to get this straight, I'm not a mom. Or a mom-type of person. I'm not going to do your laundry, cook your food, or clean up after you. I'm going to tell you to do things and expect them to be done. You live in my house, my rules. Now, please go change. I have a big leather jacket that you can borrow. That jacket is going in the trash." She pointed at the old, sun-bleached, wrinkly blue and white jacket that Keith's been sporting for the last two years. Then, she pointed her finger upstairs, threw Keith a glare, then turned around and started rummaging through the fridge.

Lances clothes:

Keith's clothes:

It's not my best...