"Hey Keith? You got a lighter on you by chance?" Lance asked. "Yeah." "Light my cigarette."
"Mkay." Keith thought nothing of the small gesture. Keith doesn't smoke because he doesn't want Shiro to find out, but he always has a lighter on him for things like this. "Thanks man." Lance said. Damn.. he's cute. Lance thought. "Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are pretty?" Lance asked. "W-What?" Keith stampers. "Your eyes." Lance says Then he puffs his cigarette. "They're pretty. I've never seen a color like that before." Lance says this like it's nothing. To Keith it's everything. "Uh- Thank you?" Keith says. "Uh-huh. You're welcome." Maybe we can form a friendship... Keith thought. "Hey man. We should hangout sometime. You up to it?" Lance asked Keith with a smile. That smile is going to melt Keith's heart. "Yeah, sure." Keith replies with a small smile. With that Lance put his cigarette out and smiled fondly at the shorter male.
After maybe 10 minutes Shiro and Allura came back with the drinks. "Here you go, Lance, a Coke. And Keith, your Dr.Peper." Allura says handing over drinks. "Sorry guys," Shiro apologizes, "the kids in front of us we talking machines." Shiro says. Allura laughs. "Well, Lance and I have to get going. His mom wants him home for dinner and, apparently, getting Veronica to , And I quote, "Open the God damn door"." Allura says. Keith and Lance smile. "HAVENT YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF.. CLOSING THE GOD DAMN DOOR-" Keith and Lance yelled in harmony, then dying of laughter at the end. "LANGUAGE KIDS!" Shiro shouts at the two boys. Allura laughs as this whole sene plays out, this is exactly how she hoped it'd go. "Shiro, I'm 21." Keith reminds. "I don't care. Watch it, or mom and dad are going to be mad." Shiro says. "Cool." Keith replies. "Oh thank God, You aren't a minor." Lance says quietly. Keith heard it though.
"Hey Keith? What's your number, so we can hangout some time." Lance says. A sly flirting move. "817-444-3508." Keith says. "Cool. Thanks, Bye." "Bye."
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