FWB|| Klance HS AU✓

Chapter 7: 'I promise'

It was Thursday, thank God. Thursday's are always a good day. It was like your checkpoint. You were so close to being done for the week. Thursdays were just Thursdays. It was after school and the boys were working at Lance's house. They hadn't worked on the essay since Tuesday so they had a lot of work to do. They were almost a week into the project and they barely had anything.

About two hours into working, Keith and Lance were burned out. Keith made sure to tell Shiro where he was going even though he didn't want to. They were home alone in Lance's room. Keith had been working really hard on his part, but he wasn't sure if Lance did what he was supposed to. Either way, they were both tired of working.

"Can we please be done for the day?" Lance asked as he laid back onto the bed. He closed his eyes and relaxed a little.

Keith laughed. "Yeah, we can be done," Keith said softly. He was smiling at Lance, he looked so stupid. Keith leaned back and gazed at the younger boy. Lance and Keith hadn't been touchy. It was like there was a line keeping them apart. Keith didn't want to overstep boundaries, he didn't even know if Lance wanted to do anything.

Lance on the other hand was torn. He wanted to touch Keith, but he couldn't figure out why. Why in the world did he want to touch a boy so bad? Every voice in his head said to do it, but that one question lingered.

Lance peeked an eye open. "Why do you always give me that look?" he asked with a smirk.

Keith was giving him a small smile, but his eyes were low. It was as if he wanted something. "What look?" Keith straightened up a little as if he didn't know what Lance was talking about.

Lance chuckled, catching on to the game Keith was playing. "Whatever you say, Mullet," Lance mumbled as he relaxed. He closed his eyes and smiled.

"I'm being serious, I have no idea what you're talking about," Keith giggled.

Lance sat up completely. He looked at Keith, his eyes wandering all over Keith's body. Keith was only wearing a t-shirt and joggers, but Lance's mind was picturing so much more. The part that was questioning this started to get quiet like it wanted Keith. Lance bit his lip. "How is it that you know almost everything about me but I barely know you?"

Keith's eyes drifted up. He scoffed and sat back. "Because there's nothing to know about me," Keith mumbled. That was a lie. There was a lot to know about Keith, he just didn't want to get close. He didn't want to open up and get hurt. Keith was fine by himself.

"I don't believe that."

"Then don't believe me," Keith said with a shrug.

Lance groaned in annoyance. He was such an open person. Keith being so closed off wasn't something he was used to. "What is it going to take to get you to tell me more than what I know?" Lance asked.

Keith tilted his head to the side and laughed a little. He didn't understand why Lance wanted to know so much. Keith wasn't an important person, so what drew Lance's attention? "Well, what do you know?"

Lance didn't say anything for a moment. He stopped to think. "You're stubborn and you can be a brat... your brother is Shiro. You're gay...and that's about it," Lance explained. It was true, he barely knew Keith. He just knew what he saw, and that wasn't much.

Keith laughed at Lance. "My favorite color is red if that helps," Keith said in sarcasm.

Lance rolled his eyes. "No, it does not. I'm being serious, Keith. I want to know more."

"You want to know my past, my past doesn't define who I am today. So there's nothing to really know," Keith mumbled. He focused his eyes down to his lap, feeling a little upset.