Black and Blue

88 Days to Blizzard

Keith had spent the whole day frantically running around the house and cleaning up everything he saw. Lance was coming over tonight. It was Saturday, so Keith's dad was home as well. He aided in the rushed cleaning and organizing of his house and attempted to keep Keith as calm as possible. Keith's house was a small two-story house with two bedrooms. They didn't have a lot of money, but they weren't struggling. The two bedrooms were upstairs while the kitchen, dining room, and living room were all downstairs. From what Keith had heard about Lance, his house was basically a mansion. His family was the owner of a large company, so they had an abundant amount of money. Every girl wanted to be with him, both because of his money and his cheerful attitude. He was flirty to all girls, but never settled down with one. A few rumors of a certain cheerleader and him spread across the school, but he quickly shot them down.

Keith waited on his couch, anxiously playing on his phone. He scrolled through Lance's social media to find out as much information as he could on the guy. His accounts were basically just pictures with random friends around the school. Keith discovered two things worth anything: his best friend was Hunk, he was also the one he was playing paper football with in class; and he had a small Russell Terrier named Coco that loved playing fetch.

Keith jumped at the sound of his doorbell and shot a nervous look at his father.

He laughed at his awkward behavior, "Well, go answer it."

Keith jumped up and smoothed his clothes. After combing his fingers through his hair a few times, he opened the door.

Lance stood with his backpack over one shoulder and a hand in his pocket. His soft face held a smile and he leaned back in a relaxed stance. He wore blue sneakers, light jeans, a black shirt, and a green jacket. Keith felt strange in his black jeans and band t-shirt.

Lance nodded his head in greeting, "Whats up, man?"

"Hey," Keith opened the door and motioned for him to enter, "Come on in."

Lance walked in at took a look around as Keith shut the door behind him. Lance shrugged, "You've got a nice place."

"Thanks, I know it's small," Keith tucked a piece of hair behind his ear.

"There's nothing wrong with a small house," Lance looked back at him with his signature bright smile.

Keith opened his mouth to respond, but stumbled with his words. He finally got out, "Uh, let's go upstairs to my room to work."

"Yeah, sure," Lance's shoes tapped each stair on the way up.

Keith stopped to call to his father, "Hey Dad, we're going upstairs to work on our project!"

Keith's father smirked and let out a sarcastic voice, "Sure you are."

Keith gave him a please stop look and trotted up the stairs. Keith's room was small and filled with various things on shelves or his desk. There were punk band posters plastered on the walls and his bedding was red and black. The boys took a seat on the floor and Lance unpacked a notebook from his bag.

Lance took in the scene around him, "Your room is really cool."

Keith rubbed the back of his neck, "I know it looks messy."

Lance locked eyes with him, "I'm being serious!" He looked back at the posters, "I wish I could do things like this."

Keith watched his dusty blue eyes scan over the room as he smiled. His presence lit up the black space. It didn't seem so dark to Keith anymore. Keith brought a knee up to his chest and leaned his cheek on it, "You don't do this with your room?"