𝟙 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 ℕ𝕠𝕨

❅ day 6- six geese a-laying ❅

     Keith woke up to an alarm set an hour earlier than usual. The sound cut through the unfamiliar silence that was 6 and he could still hear crickets cooing out to the world, invisible in the tall grass of the front yard.

When crawling out from under his warm sheets, the bed creaked like it would collapse under the pressure of his body any second. Without socks, his feet grew cold with the breeze from his open window brushing against his toes, making them curl inward, barricading themselves from the bitter cold.

He got up to close it, stretching out his back and popping a few knuckles. But for a moment, he sat at the windowsill, staring out onto his painfully suburban neighborhood. Everyone in their homes, asleep and lost in their own dreamworlds. Probably families, some that'd grown from nothing and worked their way up in life to finally reach this quiet, Wednesday morning. It was a stretch but maybe some foster kids who shared his fate in managing to find a nice and cozy home... He hoped for that.

With a deep breath, he finally closed the window with a loud shutter, freezing a moment after to make sure he hadn't woken Shiro who was probably draped across the couch passed out right about now.

He walked over to his closet and opened the door with a creak. I really need to put some oil on that, he thought. He pulled out a long-sleeved, plaid button up, which was so long it touched his carpet when he laid it across the edge of his bed; along with a pair of black ripped jeans and his grey beanie.

When he finally finished getting ready, he walked downstairs, each step whining under his footsteps. He looked suspiciously when a warm, orange light poured from their lamp in the kitchen and when he reached the bottom step, he saw him.

Lance. Lance was sitting at his kitchen table reading a book he'd found lying on said table. Keith knew because it was his book that Lance had found which was now resting in his hands, being scanned over with his soft, blue eyes that looked almost green against the warm light swallowing their kitchen, like washed up sea glass on the shoreline of a beach.

Keith titled his head in confusion but still smiled. "Hey there," he whispered, careful not to wake Shiro who was, in fact, passed out on their red couch.

Lance was sinking within the pages of the book, nose-deep into the story; the words practically popping off the pages, so Keith's voice breaking through the silence startled him and made him leap out of his seat then hit his knee on the glass table. "H- Hey! Sorry," damn it, he thought, "Sorry, you scared me."

"Clearly," Keith said trying to suppress his laugh, "But um, why are you hear exactly? I thought I was going to meet you at the café. Also, how did you get into my house?"

" The 12 Days of Christmas belong to you this holiday season.

{Christmas Present} Day 6- Six Geese A-Laying

So, when I was thinking about what to do today, the "Six Geese A-Laying" could only make me think of eggs. And when does one eat eggs? Breakfast, of course. So, I want to take you out to breakfast <3 There's this one place right by your bus stop, so I'll send you the address and there's someone there who I'm sure would love to meet you. What this has to do with Christmas Present you might ask? Don't worry, I'll explain once we get to the café.

Love, Lance "

Lance put the book down when seeing the confusion dawning on Keith's face. "Oh, yeah okay, this probably seems super weird. Okay, so I figured I'd just come and pick you up instead of you having to walk when I woke up and saw that it was snowing. And when I came over, Shiro was just getting from work I think and he let me in with him."