Truth or Dare // Klance

Truth or Dare

Keith groaned as he rolled onto his side. He pulled his pillow over his face, trying to block out the bright sun seeping through his thin curtains.

He was so tired. He didn’t want to get up, but he had to. Groaning more, he pushed himself out of bed and made his way to his white painted clothing drawers. He pulled open one of the smaller drawers and took out a pair of underwear before opening another, larger drawer and taking out a pair of sweatpants.

He trudged to the bathroom and put on a pad. Chucking his dirty clothes in the washing machine, he pulled on his sweatpants before crawling back into bed with yet another groan.

Just one...more hour...of sleep. He begged to whatever god might be out there; but unfortunately, the gods did not hear his prayer and that’s when the cramps began. Keith flipped the bird at the sky - or his ceiling - and rolled over, muffling a frustrated scream with his pillow. The pain started in his lower abdomen and slowly spread up his back, making his spine stiff.

He needed a heat pad but they were so far away! On the other side of the room in fact! And who in their right mind would have the energy to get up when they were in this much pain? Okay, maybe he was being a bit dramatic, but that didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t be bothered getting up.

But Keith, the heat pad will make you feel better.

Shut up Brain.

He rolled over and picked up his phone from where it was charging on his bedside cabinet. Unplugging the charger, he checked the time.

8:45am

It felt earlier.

He was about to attempt to go back to sleep when all sense of being tired was jolted out of his system by the sound of the door slamming open and someone shuffling around the apartment. He scrambled out of bed and grabbed the item closest to him to use as a weapon.

It was a comb.

Great job Keith.

Just as he was about to start freaking out, he remembered there was one other person with a key to his apartment.

“Good morning, beautiful!”

Lance.

Keith groaned yet again and threw the comb across the room before flopping face first onto his bed.

“Go away.” he grumbled into his pillow.

He heard footsteps signaling that the intruder had entered the bedroom.

“Not feeling the best today, I see.” Lance teased as he sat down on the edge of Keith’s bed.

“Let me die in peace.” Keith hissed, rolling onto his side so he could see Lance.

From this angle he had a perfect view of the boy. The way the sun glinted off his short chocolate coloured hair hair, clipped to the perfect length -  it looked incredibly soft. His warm, caramel skin, covered only by the fabric of his tan shorts and light blue T-shirt; and oh, how the shirt matched his eyes, such an alluring shade of blue - wait no, we’re getting off track here.

Keith shook the thoughts out of his head. “Why are you even here?” he asked.

“Well,” Lance began “I brought some supplies to help you with your current suffering.”

Keith raised an eyebrow and Lance took it as a signal to continue. The brunet began to unload the contents of his bag - which Keith hadn’t noticed before - onto the bed, complete with a running commentary.