The two sat in silence as Lance drove them down the monotonous highway streets, the only noise cutting through the tension being the GPS dishing out directions and Keith tapping his index finger, harsh and fast-paced, against the gearshift. When Lance looked over to his passenger's side every now and then, he could feel the nerves radiating from Keith's bouncing leg which moved so quickly that it looked like the wings of a helicopter about to take flight.
The shaking boy stared hard out towards the monochromatic sky as if trying to see the starlight hidden lightyears beyond the clouds. The bushes forming the perimeter of the road seemed to be the only dim source of color for miles, everything else neutral. Sparse, brown tree branches looming over like shadowed claws reaching out for the car itself. Dying leaves caught between the street and the sidewalk.
Lance looked out with his eyebrows scrunched, confused as to why Keith had been acting so distant since they'd left the pool. He was like a ghost, sitting there, an object so close yet untouchable. I have to say something, he thought, it can't just be lollipops and rainbows all the time if this is gonna work. But, he thought, what if he just wants space. He doesn't exactly look ready to spill his thoughts out on a silver—
"I can feel you staring at me," Keith said with his arms crossed, still staring out onto the cars trudging ahead, "You should keep your eyes on the road. I'd rather not crash."
Lance slowly turned his head back to the wheel. "I don't know about you, but I'm in a pretty good mood after getting a kiss from someone I've been pining after for like a year," he glanced at the other boy with his face rested in his hand looking at Lance in the corner of his eye, "But you? Not so much."
It was clear as day how much it pained Lance to have those words leave his mouth; to accuse Keith of something that was so obviously untrue. But, he thought, I have to get his attention somehow. I have to get him to tell me what's up.
"You know it's not that. After everything you've done for me and after everything we've been through and how much I... wouldn't... How much I wouldn't mind being with you... in the future... at some point, it could never be that and you know it."
Lance looked at him and took a relieved sigh, now knowing for sure that Keith felt the same as he did about the prospect of them being together.
"But I think I'm allowed to be a little nervous considering this is the first time I've been over your parent's house since... since the break-up. I just don't want to... I don't want it to be my fault that an argument springs up between those two." Keith pulled his legs up to his chest and his face sank between his legs in embarrassment.
Lance looked forward, a match lit within his eyes. "Keith, if I'm being honest, I don't want you to think that that's your problem or your responsibility to worry about. Those two fight when they want and the last thing I'd ever want you to think is that you're the cause of anything they do. Now," he ran his free hand through the wet and knotted strands of Keith's hair and lifted the boy's face up in his direction, "Let's go have a nice dinner, okay?"
Keith unraveled his body from its knot and laid against the seat in a way where Lance could keep running his cold fingers through his hair. "Okay."
"Oh, and since you're coming over tonight and not tomorrow, you're gonna need this." Lance pulled out an envelope which was slightly crumpled from being stuffed in the compartment in front of the passenger seat.
" The 12 Days of Christmas belong to you this holiday season.
{Christmas Present} Day 8- Eight Maids A-Milking
Well, we have a maid in the house now, but she's more like family to all the kids. I asked if she'd cook for everyone tonight and she said she'd be happy to. So, what do 'ya say? Let's have dinner at my place! Sure, there might be some screaming here and there, but how about we make it about us? And I'm pretty confident Ronna would love to see you again. <3
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