Accidental Intentions

2 • Caught

Lance didn't know what to make of the scene before him.

He had been running late for dinner. The reason mainly due to the fact that he was trying to hide an angry welt on his forehead where Keith had managed to catch him with his elbow in their fight earlier.

Yeah, about that fight...

Lance still wasn't sure what happened, and he didn't know what he thought about it. It was probably his fault, like most things gone wrong. And, like a silent fart, he hoped if he didn't say anything, then nobody else would either. Normally, that wasn't Lance's style, but this wasn't exactly normal either.

He was disappointed to hear Keith turn the handle next door. Lance was hoping to get down to the dining hall before him. Not wanting to brave the walk to the dinner table with him trying not to be awkward but knowing that would only make it more so, Lance decided to wait at the door until he saw Keith pass by. However, he beheld a curious sight through the crack.
Keith, dripping wet, naked all but for a towel at his waist. He was currently pounding on Pidge's door, demanding entrance.

"Keith?" He alerted the dark-haired boy to his presence as he shut the door behind him.
Keith jumped, dropping most of his clothes and a bottle of shampoo. "I'm just, you see— I'm not— It's not what it looks like, okay!" Keith sputtered.

What it looks like? Lance had been so preoccupied with what the towel had not been covering that he only then noticed. It was green. Keith. Standing out side Pidge's door. Naked. In her towel.

"Waitwaitwait. Hold on. When did— How have— Just what?"

This was so not on his Save-the-Universe bingo card.

"I just said it's not what it looks like."

"Yeah. That's what people say when it's exactly what it looks like. Everyone knows this."

"Well it's not!"

"Then what is it?"

"My shower broke, I've been using Pidge's, I forgot my clean clothes in my room, then I left my keys in her bathroom, but I closed the door after me and now I'm locked out."

"Ooph, must suck being so forgetful," Lance teased with an evil grin on his face as he turned to go to dinner. He was a little relieved to be honest. A new fear unlocked, he sincerely hoped Pidge held more esteem for his one-sided beef with Keith.

"W-wait!" Keith called as he caught Lance's shoulder. "Can I borrow some clothes?"

"Huh?"

"Clothes! You know, so I'm not naked," Keith explained impatiently.

"But..." Lance forced his eyes to the clothes on the floor, instead of where the clothes normally were.

"But those are sweat—Okay, fine! But can I use your room to change? I locked myself out."

Lance shrugged. "Sure, go ahead."

"By the way, what's with the hat?" Keith pointed to his faded baseball hat with the Arizona state flag embroidered on the front.

Lance self-consciously adjusted the bill of his cap before confidently saying, "This is my favorite hat! We've been so much together, the long hours in detention, the—"

"Nevermind, I really don't care," Keith put up a dismissive hand to stop him as he eagerly darted for the closed blue door, which he found was unlocked.

Rude.

An idea occurred to Lance.

"Just don't shut the door," Lance warned a little too enthusiastically.

Keith froze half a tic before giving him a sour look as he shut the door firmly between them.

"Keith, I wasn't gonna peep on you. The door is broken. It only opens from the outside. Why do you think I've been leaving  it open all this time?"

"Are you kidding me!?" A muffled voice demanded from the other side of the blue door before the handle started jiggling vigorously.

"Nope," Lance announced proudly.

"You said that on purpose so I would lock myself in!" Keith accused angrily.

"Yep," Lance confirmed.

"For fuck's sake, lemme out!"

This was too good. "I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you."

"Lance!"

"Anyway, I'm hungry so I'm going to get food. Catch up with you later!" Lance smiled triumphantly as he spun on his heel, whistling a happy tune as he strolled down the hall amidst the echoing of Keith's frantic pleas.

"Lance. Lance! Lemme out I swear to God. Don't you dare leave me in here! Lance! LANCE! LANCE!

"Lance, please. Please let me out. I'll do your laundry for a week. And clean your lion for you. Lance

"Lance! Open this door right now! I'm gonna kick your ass so hard when I see your face again!"

It was all Lance could do to hold in his laughter as he heard Keith's final desperate plea before he turned the corner.

"Lance? Buddy?"