Star Tipping // Klance

fresh roses (1)

fresh roses by juke ross

italics= thoughts
bold= authors note
underlined= the song quote of the chapter

"Do you want a ride?"

"How do I know that you're not going to kidnap me?"

"Honey, trust me."

"Why should I trust you, I bearly know you."

"It's raining and it's dark and we're in the middle of nowhere."

".....fine, can I, uh, put my bike in the back?"

"Sure, you need some help?"

"Nope. "

..."So, uh, whats your name?"

"... Keith."

"Nice, my name is Lance by the way!" Lance shouted as he started up the engine of his truck smiling to himself. The wheels croaked when the extra weight of the bike was added along side of Keith's. "Hey be careful with my baby back there."

"Baby?" The boy scoffed, "You mean the truck?"

"Of course I mean the truck you dingus." Lance snorted, "She's been with me since the beginning." Lance patted the wheel. The springs of the truck creaked again as Keith jumped off the back of the truck.

"You have any bungee cords?" Keith poked his head through the open window, his helmet was still on so it made it a little difficult. (His head being four times it's size.)

"Yeah, theyre right here." Lance bent down to reach under his seat holding the wheel to keep him from falling. "Here 'ya go."

Keith snatched the hooks. "You're welcome?" Lance suddenly questioned if it was the best idea to let a stranger into his truck. Then again. Lance wasn't cold hearted, he wouldn't leave some person in the dark while it was raining like this. Keith was probably soaked to his bones.

A loud slam could be heard when Keith shut the gate of the truck. "Okay." He mumbled under his breath.

"Come on Mullet!" Lance shouted becoming increasingly more gitterish.

Keith walked around the back of the truck slowly, dragging his feat. He then opened the old creaky door and hopped in, though, not before taking off his helmet. Keiths hair fell to his shoulders out of the helmet in a way that was so.... so...

so...

hotly?
is that a word?

Lance, however, didn't get a chance to fully admire the luscious locks fully. Keith had started to pull his hair into a small ponytail at the back of his head. Let's just say Lance wasn't complaining.

After -not at all- staring at the pretty boy Lance looked down at his hands. He self-consciously wiped them on his jeans making sure they didn't sweat and leave a print of the steering wheel. Lance I swear to sweet baby cactus, if your face is red I'm going to cry He thought to himself.

"So, uh lets get this party started." Lance said with a shaky breath and a crooked smile.

He then cranked a lever in a circler motion, his window closed slowly with many squeaks. "You'll have to roll your window up there." He pointed to an identical lever on Keiths door hoping his finger wouldn't shake from jitters.

Keith stared at it as if it were some alien object, which to him probably was. "You need some help there bud?" Lance teased anxious to get home to his bed.

"Uhh" Keith turned to Lance and glared, "No." After many attempts, Keith finally had closed the window. By then the whole seat was soaked in water from the rain, including Keith's arm and..... fingerless gloves??