[untitled] ➵ klance (rewriting)

[10]

The moment y'all have been waiting for...
(Btw sorry I decided that 1 am was a good time to upload this :))

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[Keith]
Pale hands mindlessly grabbed at food items in the cart and put them on the shelves. Keith hums an iconic emo song and thinks about nothing. His hand grabs at a cereal box but stops. He feels a strong pull to his right. "Ignore it, it's probably nothing," he tells himself.

Keith shakes his head and pushes the knock off cereal onto the shelf. The pull gets stronger, he almost trips on his own feet. He grabs another cereal box, the pull beckons him. It begs him to walk towards it. Please please, follow me. The boy gives up.

He doesn't put down the cereal box as he rounds the corner. The pull grows stronger, he feels a burning in his chest. Violet eyes grow large, 'Oh god, oh god, oh god, I know what this means.' A blush presents itself on his pale skin. 'I'm meeting them, oh my god.' He walks faster, wanting to get there quicker.

Keith quickly glanced from place to place, not watching in front of him. He walks right into someone. Despite his heart going haywire, he calms himself down enough to apologize. The stranger doesn't move out of his way nor does he say anything. Keith glances at the stranger's face, he stops breathing.

The sharpness of his jawline, his caramel skin, his brunette hair. And oh god, his eyes. Keith was only allowed the preview but he wanted the whole thing. "Hey." Keith drops the box of cereal. 'OH GOD HIS VOICE, OH MY GOD. KEITH, KEITH THIS IS YOURS!'

Keith brings himself back to reality, letting out a breath of air. The stranger picks up the box of cereal and suddenly the hothead's face turns a nice shade of pink. "H-hey," he barely says as the dude hands him the box. Their hands brush slightly, a bolt of energy rushes through both of them.

"Lance."

Keith blinks, "What?"

"That's my name, what's yours?"

Keith mentally slaps himself, "Keith."

Lance smiles, a hesitant one. "Uhm well, your my, you know."

"Yeah and your my,, you know."

They both laugh mainly due to awkwardness, but neither party would admit to it. "So what's your number?"

The mullet brain takes a couple of seconds to remember his own phone number. When it finally clicks, he writes it on Lance's hand. His eyes trail to his hand and he giggles quietly, his phone number written in sloppy red pen.

"So you work here?"

"Yeah, but I just started."

"Explains it, I've been going here my whole life."

Keith glances around, "Cool cool but uh I have to get back to work. Sorry about that."

Lance shruggs, "Guess I'm hanging with you then."

"Uh, you don't need to do that Lance."

Lance's eyes grow slightly larger but Keith ignores it. "Uhm, yeah I do Keith."

Violet eyes also grow slightly bigger. Maybe theres something about your soulmate saying your name, how lame.

Keith doesn't say anything, only walks back to his orginal place. From afar, he would seem to be calm. His face showed only a light blush but other than that, there was no indication that he just met the person he's been drawing on for years. Now, that's only the outside. On the inside, Keith is yelling 12 things at once.

Both males reach their destination and Keith resumes placing things on the shelves. Lance is the first to speak up.

"So, what's up with the fucking emo lyrics?"

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songs that I listened while writing this chapter:
talk me down - troye sivan
fools - troye sivan
the beach - the neighborhood
a little death - the neighborhood
somebody that I used to know - gotye
ride - twenty one pilots
hey there delilah - plain white t's
wild - troye sivan
lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off - panic! at the disco
daddy issues - the neighborhood
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