Rivals ||Klance Voltron||

Saturday in the wild

This would be chapter 32 I'm freaking outt !! Dedicated to holkazNifleheimu for voting on every chapter.

Note: New story up. It's called :
Stranger In My Bed

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Keith grumpily opened his eyes once the sun rays beaming from between the curtains became intolerable. He had been aware of his surroundings for a little while now but wanted to keep his eyes closed nontheless.

He wasn't too excited to face Lance.

What he did last night showed him that no matter how much he trusted the other boy, he was still just an eighteen year old who clearly couldn't act responsible all the time.

Sure, once he'd came back from brushing his teeth- because Lance mentioned it and he couldn't stand the thought of sleeping with unbrushed teeth- he got an apology and kind of forgave him...

But the night had been long for Keith and his mind didn't get any rest.

Lance did not know yet what the inside of Keith's head was like.

Then again, Keith didn't know what was on the inside of Lance's head, either. He wouldn't be foolish enough to say parties and jokes, because Lance was more than that.

He sometimes confused Keith. What exactly went on in his head yesterday? Why did he keep holding him after he clearly said he didn't want him to?

Knowing that Lance is a good person, the boy in red could only guess that his special friend really believed what he was doing would help.

The empty bed beside his was made and neat, letting him believe that the body that slept in it had been long awake.

Slowly, Keith gathered the strength to stretch and get his phone. Cringing at the digital clock that told him it was almost noon, he got up to make the bed.

Ten minutes later, he got out from the bathroom only to find Lance leaning on the wall facing him with his arms crossed. He was wearing a denim button up with some shorts.

Keith froze in his spot, crossing his arms as well.

" Morning, Mullet. You sure take your beauty sleep seriously," the boy said in all humor.

" Well, you didn't wake me up." Keith shrugged, grabbing his bag of belongings and shuffling through his things. He grabbed his leather gloves, then put them back in.

" Get dressed, we'll have a bite then go to a nearby river with the fam."

Right, that fishing trip they told him about.

Refusing to wear shorts, Keith went with a pair of grey slacks and a white tee.

" There's the sleeping beauty " He heard Layla's comment as soon as he stepped into the kitchen.