Fourteen Days

Art

Day 3

"Have you ever been drunk?" I ask. Keith leans back on the couch, "Not drunk, I've been super buzzed. But never drunk," he said. I raise a brow, "You're 18 and you've never been drunk? I thought you were into the whole breaking the law thing." Keith shrugged and ruffled his hair, "I never saw the need to. My dad drank a lot, and I didn't like how it made him, why would I want to be like that?" He asked and pinched the back of his hand. I nodded, he wanted to change the subject.

"What was your favorite subject in school?" Keith asked. I thought for a moment. "Stuck between me Writing and Lunch." I said and nodded. Thinking of all the fun I had sitting at the lunch table with Hunk and my other friends. Keith seemed surprised, "Why writing? And lunch isn't a subject." He scoffed. I shrugged, "I like making up stories and writing them. But I like History, because they're just stories of things that happened. And lunch is definitely a subject, I've got to attend it don't I? But isn't it like crazy how eating is super important to learning and like, living but we get 30 minutes to eat?" I laugh and readjust. I put my legs over the back of the couch and leaned back until my head was over the edge and everything was upside down.

"What about you, what's your favorite subject?" I continued and looked up at him. Keith shrugged, "I liked PE and Art," he said. I smiled, "You make art?" I ask. "Nothing good," He said. "Do you have any? Let me see," I said, quickly flipping upright. Keith's face was red again. "I mean I have a couple but none of them are good." He said. I shook my head, "I don't care, I want to see them." I got off the couch, pulling him with me.

Keith sat down on his bed with a spiral notebook in his hands. He held it very close to his chest. "If I let you look in this book, you will look at the pages I say you can, and skip the ones I say you can't. If you don't, I will break both your hands." He said seriously, never breaking eye contact. I raise a brow, "Jeez, what's in it? Russian secrets?" I snort and hold out my hand for the notebook. He still doesn't break eye contact before slowly handing it to me.

I open it, the first page having nothing but shaded spheres and what looks like the layout of heads. I flip the page and there's a few cartoon characters sketched out, along with a detailed picture of the mice. I smile and point at it, "This ones really good." Keith mumbled, "Thank you." I turn the page and it was covered in hands, from different angles and positions. They were amazing. I stayed on this page a moment longer than the others. I could see Keith fidgeting out of the corner of my eyes. I glance up and smile, "These are good, too."

"Skip the next one," he said quietly. I did and this page was filled with drawings of lips. "And that one!" He yelped and quickly flipped the page. I snickered and looked over this page. There was a sketch of Shiro's arm and all of the lions. The lions were stacked on top of each other, like when we first tried to form Voltron. I smile and bite my lip, "This was one of the best and worst days of my life." I point at the drawing and Keith furrows his brows. "Why?"

"I never got to tell my family goodbye, and then I got sucked into a intergalactic war, never knowing when or if I'll be able to go home. But I also got to go to crazy new words that no one knew existed. And met aliens! And Allura, definitely the best part. She's so pretty." I said and got lost in thought. Keith rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Skip the next one," he said, a hint of annoyance in his tone. I skip the page, the next one having eyes and only eyes, but they were somehow familiar.

"Are these Pidge's eyes? And these, are they Hunks?" I ask and point to them. He nods and I look over the other ones. It was everyone's eyes, even Corans. But not mine, which is understandable. We only became tolerable to each other like, yesterday. I keep flipping through the book until a certain drawing catches my eye. I point to it, "Is this me?" I scoff. Keith grins, "Yep." I roll my eyes and look at the exaggerated cartoon drawing of me. My head was drawn 3 times as big as my body and I had an ugly expression. Beside it in quotes read, "I'm Lance and I flirt with anyone and anything." I read it aloud and raised a brow at Keith. He smiled and nodded, "I think I captured you perfectly." I roll my eyes and keep looking.

"You draw really well." I say and hand his book over to him. He snatches it quickly and shoves it under his bed. "You're the only person who has ever seen my art, not even Shiro." Keith says and hopped off his bed. I stood beside him and looked around. Keith's room is very different from mine. It doesn't even look like a bedroom, more like someone just staying temporarily. We've been here for so long, how does he not have a single photo on the wall. "How come you haven't decorated?" I ask, looking down at him.

"What do you mean? I have." He said and pointed to the coat hanger hung on the wall. I laugh and shake my head. "That's not decoration," I look around, "you could hang up some of your art, and you know your phone can take pictures and print them. You could hang pictures of your friends." I say and point to different areas he could put them.

"And who are my friends?" He asked from behind me. I turn around and look down at him, crossing his arms and shifting his weight to one side. "Uh? Shiro? Pidge? Hunk? Allura?" I list off the names. He rolls his eyes, "Please, does Pidge and Hunk even consider me their friend? And I know Allura doesn't, she doesn't like me much at all."

"Pidge and Hunk like you, you just don't talk much," I say and Keith smiles a little, "And Allura likes you too. If she hates anyone, it's me. But that's impossible because she's in love with me." I say and smirk. His smile drops and he rolls his eyes, "Lets go." He grumbled and pulled me along with him.

"To?"

"Your room lets finish the game."

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