Stealing the World

Chapter Ten: I Guess We're Both Guilty

The kid's show had been today.
Of course, the slayed it. Well, as much as inexperienced children could, anyway.
Lance layed on him and Matt's small sofa, watching some TV with a bowl of popcorn. Matt was at work riight now, so he got to pick whatever he wanted to watch. He was watching Mean Girls, which was secretly one of his favorites. It was at one of his favorite parts when his phone started to ring. He picked it up and saw it was Keith (in his phone it Non-fictional Nico Di Angelo). Lance rolled his eyes.
Him and Keith weren't really on the best of terms as of the other night. They had been playing laser tag, and everything had been going fine until Keith decided to snap at his for no apparent reason.
Lance had grabbed his hand to pull him to another area in the Laser Tag arena when Keith had suddenly pulled his hand out of Lance's. "I don't need you to pull me around, you know!" **I know this isn't exactly word for word what they said, I'm sorry** Lance had whipped around, a little hurt. He wasn't trying to imply that he thought Keith was incompetent. In fact, Keith was one of the most talented people he knew. So talented it was annoying, really. "Well, sorry! Apparently you can't even not get taken out if I'm not watching you!" He hissed. Then, he saw the expression on Keith's face and instantly regretted it. He had looked genuinely hurt, betrayed, even."I'm sorry-" He tried to apologize. "It's okay."
Keith hissed. Lance didn't like the way Keith had said it. He barely talked to him for the rest of the round, until he had made an attempt to make Keith feel a little better when the had gotten ice cream. Still, Lance didn't think him and Keith were exactly on the best terms.
He picked up the phone. "Um, hey," He muttered into his phone. This was the first phone call him and Keith had ever had, and they never really talked unless they were pretty much forced to, so it was a little awkward to Lance. "Uh, hi," He heard Keith's reply. It sounded tight and a little forced, so it was pretty evident he wasn't feeling very comfortable either. "What's up?" Lance asked. He didn't wante it to sound like he was forcing him, but he kind of wanted Keith to get to his point.
"Um... woud you like to go to like... eat somewhere later today?" Lance could almost hear sweat dripping down Keith's forehead. He almost wanted to laugh at his awkwardness, but he wouldn't do that. Not with Keith listening, anyway.
"Uh, sure! Where at?" "Maybe just somewhere pretty casual, like McDonald's?" "Sounds good." Lance replied. He'd always liked McDonald's. Then, he realized something. Why wouldn't it just be somewhere casual him and Keith were going? Sounded pretty fishy to him. I mean, unless Keith would pay the bill if it was someplace fancy, that would be totally fine.
"Well... bye, I guess." The sound of Keith's voice almost made Lance jump like five feet high. He totally forgot to hang up. "Yeah, bye. See you later."

About a few hours later, Lance was getting ready. He had already done his skincare routine, he was just seeing what to wear. In about a half hour, he was going to meet Keith at McDonald's. Of course, it wasn't a super formal event. But he still wanted to look nice. There's always an excuse to slay, after all. He finally decided on a light blue and white thin-striped short-sleeve button up over a light gray T-shirt with white jeans and black-and-white adidas sneakers. He went outside and hopped on his blue and white bycicle and got on his way to the McDonald's.
He loved riding his bike places, because it let him feel the wind in his hair and face. He almost passed up the McDonald's because he was so entranced by the feeling of wind. He parked his bike and entered the building.
It took him a few seeconds, but he spotted Keith sitting at a booth by a window. He was wearing his normal black T-shirt, black leggings and unique red jacket. Lance suddenly felt stupid for dressing up for such a casual event. Keith's face brightened up when he saw Lance as he sat across from him in the booth. "Hi," Lance breathed as he sat down. "Hey," Keith replied, still smiling. Lance caught his eye and smiled back, to be polite. "So," Lance sighed. "What have you been up to?" "Oh, you know," Keith replied. "Just going to work, classes..."
'Yeah," Lance said. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know Keith like Hunk and Pidge. "My kids had their show today," He informed Keith, trying to make conversation. A flash of panic crossed Keith's violet eyes. "Your..." Then, Lance realised what he had said. "Wait! Not... my kids! I go to the children's hospital once a week to teach them music," He explained. Keith let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, wow," He sighed. "I thought you meant like... actual children," Lance chuckled.
They chatted for a couple more minutes, but something had been nagging at Lance's mind until he decided to bring it up. "So..." He started. He didn't quite know how to say it. "Why exactly did you invite me to hang out?" He asked carefully. He didn't want to imply that he didn't WANT to spend time with Keith or someting. Keith hesitated, and took a bit of his burger. "Well... truth be told, I kinda wanted to talk about something," He mumbled. "You remember the other night, when we were playing Laser Tag?" Lance nodded. Of course he remembered. He had so much fun that night, it would be a while before he forgot. "I said some things than now, I'm not very proud of..." Lance tilted his head. He didn't think actually thought of it much. Lance wasn't very mad with him, just not very happy, of course.
"I guess I just wanted to clear the air. To let you know that I'm like, super mad at you," "I understand," Lance replied. He didn't want Keith to feel bad. "I wasn't acting my best, either," He admitted. This earned a small smile from Keith. "I guess were both guilty," he murmured, so quiet Lance could barely hear him. For some reason, the phrase brought a smile to Lance's lips. Honestly, he liked being grouped with Keith. It brought him a bit of attention, and made him feel a bit more important.
"I guess we are."