(You Can) Drop Your Façade ; klance

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Lance didn't go to school the next day. Or the day after. Or the day after that. In fact, he ended up not going to school the whole week.

He had informed his mother he didn't want to. He just couldn't. Rosa, being the understanding mother she was, had agreed. She had been rather delighted with the fact that he told her himself.

Of course, Keith stayed at his side, keeping him company. He didn't go to school either. In retrospect, it was a terrible idea. Altean Academy didn't exactly "go easy" on its students.

Keith was sure by the time they had to go back, they would be far behind, with piles and piles of missed work.

But as he watched Lance (attempt to) throw pieces of popcorn up into the air and into his mouth (which ended up failing 50 percent of the time), he decided that school wasn't the most important thing in his life at the moment.

Keith's phone buzzed in his back pocket, but he ignored it, knowing it would be another message from Shiro or even, Adam.

It had been going on since Monday, when Keith didn't go home that night. Shiro called him twenty times and texted him forty times out of pure panic. Keith had deleted the chat and shut his phone off.

He hasn't been home since Monday morning, and it was currently three pm on Friday.

"Dominos." Lance gasps, eyes wide. There was popcorn surrounding him on the floor and he had two (of Rachel's) barrettes parting his hair (Keith himself had a pink scrunchie tying his hair up, looking like a "Little pineapple," as Lance had said).

Lance looking like he'd just figured out all the secrets of the universe was a fucking sight to say the least.

"What?!" Keith laughed hysterically. Lance laughed as well, turning to look up at him.

"Dominos." He repeats, grinning. Keith laughs harder, wheezing. His body slumps on the couch as he grabbed on his stomach.

"Fucking breathe-I can't fucking-Dominos?! What the fuck?!"

Keith is close to tears and Lance is enjoying watching him snort and wheeze like an idiot.

"Dominos. We should get Dominos. They're blue cheese is so good." Lance explains, going back to throwing popcorn into his mouth.

Keith stops laughing and sighs deeply, trying to cool his face. "Fuck...yeah okay, sounds cool. Their garlic sauce is better though." He chuckles.

Lance rolls his eyes, pulling out his phone. "It's not, but okay."

Keith scoots to the edge of the couch, peering over Lance's shoulder. He sees Lance open safari and type in Dominos. He goes on the website and orders a large pizza.

"Get garlic." Keith murmurs. Lance hums, turning his head slightly. Their noses bumped.

Keith swayed back startled, putting a few inches between the two. Lance's eyes flick down to his lips before flicking up again.

Lance leans forward slowly. Keith follows. Their noses brush and Lance turns his head at the last second, Keith's lips placing a kiss onto his cheek instead.

"Lance," Keith whines. "Don't do that."

Lance giggles, turning his head again. He lurches forward and pecks the tip of Keith's nose. Keith pulls back quickly, face flushing. "Fuck." He whispers.

Lance laughs, going back to his phone. "Forty minutes at most." He informs. Keith hums in response, not trusting his voice.

Now, they weren't exactly together (Keith didn't think that was what Lance needed right now), but Keith would be sure to take advantage when the right moment presented itself.