After Midnight

Lance

It was a Saturday, which meant that Keith was coming over tonight. They had worked out a shaky schedule the last time Keith had been over before he left, since Lance had woken up at around four in the morning. Of course, the schedule was never followed, but it was always nice to have. He still hadn't told Keith his name, since the last time Keith came around he was busy bandaging my wrist up. It was fairly late now, around eleven o'clock, but Keith didn't usually come before twelve, so I was just stuck waiting for the next thirty minutes to an hour.

There had been another mention of a murder on the news, making me think about who Keith really was. It didn't really matter to me though, as I enjoyed his company nearly too much to care. I didn't know for sure those murders were him anyways. Keith was a strange guy, the type you'd think to be cold and quiet. Once he started to warm up to you though, he giggled sometimes, and was soft and caring. I liked that about him. Suddenly I heard a knock on my window. Keith must've had an early night then.

"You know you can just come in right?" I said, hefting the window up with some effort due to the ice coating the sill. He cracked a smile in greeting and came in.

"Yeah, but I like seeing the expression on your face when you realize it's me." Keith said, making me blush. I hadn't even realized there was an expression for when that happened. I laid down on my bed, motioning for him to sit beside me. He obeyed before opening his mouth say something.

"I never did learn your name."

"What do you think it is?"

"Arnold."

"Keith I- what the fuck, honestly."

"What?!" Keith yelled defensively, raising his hands. "You're the one that asked!"

"Yeah, but you thought my name was Arnold, dude." Keith blushed, glaring at me before opening his mouth in explanation. Dang, I loved it when he blushed.

"Well, fuck Lance. What the hell do you have against Arnold!?"

"Nothing, Keith." I breathed, taking a moment to stop laughing. "My name is Lance. I hope that isn't too disappointing, considering the fact that your first guess was Arnold."

"I like it, actually. It's nice... Lance."

Keith smiled at his lap softly, throwing a quick glance my way. I blushed and smiled too, making eye contact with him briefly before looking away again. We fell into a comfortable silence after that. Throwing each other glances that were sweet instead of awkward. After a few minutes of that I broke the silence.

"So what do you do during the day anyways?"

"Sleep." Keith replied simply, looking up at me with his head tilted. We hadn't seen each other much, but in the times that we had I had come to love that little head tilt of his. I still hadn't gotten used to the strange glowing eyes, though. I summed it up to a weird pair of colored contact lenses.

"Sleep? Don't you have to work, or eat, or something?"

"Well, yes, but I just have a different way of... doing all of those things." Keith said, gently wringing his hands. Was he nervous?

"Oh. Is that why you can't hang out with me during the day?"

"Yes, but I could rearrange a few things in my schedule so that we could if you like."

"Seriously? You don't have to do that for me." I said, my eyebrows scrunching together.

"It's fine, Lance. I'll just start sleeping at night instead of during the day. Unless you would like to keep meeting at night."