Room 1013

The Picnic

"Keith?" Lance resisted the urge to rip off his blindfold. "Where are you taking me?"

Keith led him by his hand, "Just shut up and trust me."

Lance could tell they were outside by the feeling of the morning sun on his skin and the wind that took it away. He heard the various scuttling of birds and squirrels. "Are we there yet?"

"Oh my god." Keith tugged him harder for a few more seconds, then stopped and tore off Lance's blindfold.

Spread out in the bright grass of a clear field was a white and grey striped blanket with matching pillows. Laid on top of it was a large basket and a bottle of sparkling cider. Lance's chest warmed up as he watched Keith excitedly wait for his reaction. He could see his smile under his mask.

"It's a picnic." Keith couldn't sit still. He tugged Lance down to the blanket, "C'mon, sit."

Lance sat down and gave him a wide smile. He brought his hand up to stroke his cheek, "You are so cute."

Keith looked down to blush and lean into Lance's touch. "I haven't been able to be by your side the past few days." His smile dropped, "I've been worried."

Lance pulled him into a gentle kiss. "There's nothing to worry about." He returned to his seat and rubbed his hands together. "So what do we have here?"

"Well," Keith dramatically lifted the basket lid to reveal a few platters of waffles, muffins, and berries. He tilted his head, "It's a breakfast picnic." Keith reached in and set out the various foods onto the blanket.

Lance decorated his waffles with strawberries and honey. Keith dressed his in an overwhelming amount of maple syrup. Lance snickered, "I don't know how you eat that."

"What?" Keith shrugged and removed his mask to lick syrup off his fingers. "It's good."

"Sure," Lance took a bite of his waffles. They were fluffy and warm. He smiled and pointed at them with his fork, "Did you make these?"

Keith nodded, "Of course I did." A stream of syrup dropped from his fork as he took a bite. "Oh," he reached over and fiddled with his phone and a Bluetooth speaker, "We need music."

A sweet melody of a gentle male voice flooded from the speaker and onto the blanket. Keith's taste in music was special and distinct. While Lance preferred hip hop, Keith had a passion for smooth alternative songs. It matched his precious attitude and adorable appearance. Every song that played seemed to be about him or their relationship. It was something straight from a movie scene. Everything was perfect. The way the sun made his hair glow; the calming aura; the cute quirks Keith displayed. It was all Lance wanted. What he lived for.

Keith licked his lips and set down his fork, "Okay."

Lance repeated him in a teasing whine, "Okay."

"Stop," Keith slapped his hand with a playful giggle. He shifted to sit on his knees and took a breath. "Serious time."

Lance held back a laugh and nodded, "Serious time."

"Um," Keith averted his gaze and blushed. He tugged his sleeves over his hands, "So I've been thinking about things." He motioned to Lance. "About us." He sighed, "And-" He cut himself off and chuckled.

Lance reached over to pat his thigh, "What is it?"

Keith blushed harder, "I-uh-I really like you. A lot." He locked eyes with him, "I love you."

Lance's eyes widened in surprise, "That's the first time you've told me that."

Keith nodded, "Well, that's because-" he trailed off and reached back under a few pillows. His hands were wrapped around a small black box, covering it almost completely. "I, uh, I wanted to-well-" He pulled up the top and to reveal a silver ring with a band of brown covered with a design of gold.

Lance clicked his teeth and shook his head in disbelief, "You little shit."

Keith's shoulders tensed up with anxiety, "Huh?!"

Lance chuckled and reached into his jacket pocket. "You ruined my perfect plan." He opened a dusky blue box to show off a halo cut diamond ring on a thin band.

Keith's face dropped as he stared at the ring, bright eyes filled with surprise. He brought his hands up to cover his mouth. He looked up at Lance, "You want to marry me?"

Lance huffed, "I was gonna propose first, but you beat me to it!"

They laughed at the situation in both embarrassment and surprise. Keith gasped for breath, "Oh my god! I don't even know what to do now!" He slapped Lance's arm, "Why did you take so long?!"

Lance talked through his laughing, "Well, I had to get permission from my parents and Eric!"

"Eric?" Keith tilted his head. After a second his face dropped in realization, "You asked my father for permission?!"

"Of course I did!"

They laughed harder, clutching their stomachs and rubbing their eyes. Keith groaned, "You are so cliché! I can't believe I fell in love with you!"

"Well," Lance motioned to the ring in a confused shrug, stifling his laughs, "Do you want it or not?"

"Oh my god, of course!" Keith reached for it, but Lance pulled it back and removed it from the box himself.

"Here," he picked up Keith's left hand and slid it on his finger. "There we go."

Keith admired it for a second, then motioned to his own box. "Do-uh-do you want yours?"

Lance held out his hand toward him, "Give me the ring, Romeo."

Keith giggled and slipped it on his finger. "This is so insane."

Lance lifted his hand to admire the gold in the sunshine. "Which part?"

"Fucking all of it." Keith fiddled with his own ring.

They sat in silence for a moment to admire their new gifts. Lance kept his eyes on his hand. "Hey Keith?"

Keith's eyes were glued to his finger, "Hmm?"

"Do you wanna know the craziest part?"

Keith finally looked up at him, "What?"

Lance locked their eyes and smirked, "We're gonna be married seniors."

Keith let out a small gasp, "Oh my god." He covered his mouth with a dramatic hand, "People are gonna ask questions."

Lance snickered, "They're gonna think we're brothers."

They burst out in laughter once more. It was a moment Lance would never forget. Ever. Nothing was better than being with the love of your life and knowing you'll be together forever-as long as forever lasts.