I Say "Vol," You Say "Finals" (A Klance AU) [ON HIATUS]

2. My Doom Begins

As Keith fumbled with the keys, I couldn't help but stare at his hair. I bet it's so soft and fluffy. I wish I could touch it...

"Here we go," he said, opening the door with a flourish. "After you, good sir." I really couldn't help but laugh. He's so adorable...

"Thank you, my good sir," I said with a cheesy, overdramatic bow.

"Sorry about the mess; I'm still unpacking," he said over his shoulder, hanging up his jacket by the door. I put my neon blue coat next to his, silently cursing myself for my horrible fashion choices for the day.

I took a moment to look around at the scene before me: on my left, a counter with a sink, an oven, and a stove built in, and cabinets above it. On my right, there was a table with six chairs, and behind that, a couch, TV, and two comfy-looking chairs. In front of me, there were three doors: one on the far left, one on the far right, and one near the one on the right, but closer to the TV area. Most of the furniture and walls seemed to be in shades of gray and white, but the color scheme really complimented the room's layout and structure quite nicely. And, of course, on top of everything, there were boxes. Tons and tons of boxes. And when I say everything, trust me, I mean everything. On the counter, table, chairs, and floor, they were piled up haphazardly.

"Oh, don't worry; I'm much worse," I said without thinking. He chuckled good-naturedly as my face went even redder, which I didn't even know was possible.

"Oh, thank God. I'm so relieved," he said, picking up a couple of boxes. "Over here" -- he pointed to the room on the left -- "is your room, if you don't mind. That one on the right is mine, and the door on the wall next to is to the bathroom. I mean -- the room on the wall next to the wall the door to my room is on is the bathroom," he said, stumbling over his words. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that I wasn't the only one having trouble speaking today.

"No, I don't mind at all! And I'm relieved, too. In high school, my friends would always get on my back about cleaning my room."

"Oh, that's a mood."

"Haha, yeah," I said, a bit shocked that he would phrase that sentence the way he did. I couldn't tell you why, but something about the phrasing.... Oh, well. You're probably just overthinking it, Lance, as usual, the rational part of my brain thought, but the rest of me wasn't so sure.

"Hey, do you mind helping me bring some boxes up? I, uh, I don't have much, but I think it would go a bit faster if you help. Plus, we could talk and get to know each other, and...ah, I'm rambling; sorry. I'll just...go..." I awkwardly shuffled towards the door, grabbing my coat back off the hook.

"No, wait; I'd be happy to help," he said, practically jumping off the couch. "I've got nothing else to do today, anyway."

"Uh...don't you have to unpack your own stuff sometime?"

"Eh, that can wait," he said, dismissing my one (1) permitted logical and coherent sentence for the day. "Come on, let's go!"

Wow, 558 words! Sorry it's not a lot compared to other writers. This is my first piece that I'm putting on here, and I may have some delays due to medical issues that I'm currently having. (NOT corona, don't worry; I should be fine in a few days.) So, my apologies in advance for how slowly new chapters may be released! I'm trying to make them short but relatively frequent. :)

~Raine