RIGHT FOOT | klance (keith x lance)

1. right foot

Keith took a deep breath staring at his phone screen. He could feel his brows frowned and jaw clenched. It had to be some sort of joke, right? What were the odds of that actually happening to him? It was way beyond any luck he'd ever had in his life. Besides, a whole week had passed since he had the best night of his life and nothing had gone out of that, so...

He shook his head, answered the person who had texted him with "I'm free tonight" and locked his phone, burrowing his head on his pillow again and groaning as loudly as he felt like he should. He had been awake for almost an hour staring at that text. Keith woke up with his alarm ringing and as soon as he stopped it the locked screen of his phone let him know he had received a text from an unknown number during the night.

Before he read the text he rolled his eyes: who would be texting him at 3am? Why on earth would someone be awake at 3am from Thursday to Friday? Some people had lives that Keith would never understand... So he finally unlocked his phone and read the text and it took him an hour to process the information.

A week prior Keith was sure he was the luckiest man alive. When he read that text he was sure he was either luck itself or being pranked. After finishing freaking out on his own pillow Keith decided to leave the room and go on with his Friday. He considered questioning Shiro, his roommate and brother, about the text, but he didn't. If it was a prank he doubted it was Shiro's doing. And Shiro would probably try poisoning whoever did that, which wasn't advisable. Besides, Shiro wouldn't be awake by then since he had probably gotten home very late the other night. That was exactly the sort of person who would be awake at that time of the night on a weekday: musicians.

Keith made himself some green tea while trying not to think about anything other than the text he'd received, so he wouldn't freak out and could get used to it, but his brain had different plans for him. So he ended up letting his mind wander back to that night a week ago.

Shiro had gotten home with a wide smile on his face and Keith knew that meant trouble.

"No." Keith looked away, but Shiro held his arm. "I have a thing tonight, Shiro."

"I know. Mourning." Shiro's smile widened, which definitely meant trouble. Keith sighed; he wasn't going to morn, he was just sad he couldn't go to his favourite band's concert that night. "Promise you won't get angry at me. I had to keep it all a secret until it was sure."

"Sure... What is it?" Keith sighed again and Shiro chuckled.

"You know how I've been out on secret rehearsals a lot lately?" Shiro let go of Keith, who crossed his arms in front of his chest and nodded. "Well... Tonight will be the night. And I want you to be there." Shiro got some things from his pocket and handed them over to Keith. "There's the ticked and a V.I.P. pass to backstage so you can support your big brother from close distance." Keith grabbed them and examined the items. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. Shiro's laugh sounded like a roar.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Keith's voice was higher than the usual. "Oh my God. Oh my God? Shiro, what-" Keith looked at Shiro and then back at the ticket. "How the fuck? What the fuck? You didn't tell me? Why didn't you tell me? You fucker, I-"

"Hey, I couldn't." Shiro laughed again. "So, are you coming?"

"If I'm going? What do you think? Are you serious? Please tell me everything!" Keith more demanded than asked.

"Matt." Shiro said as if that explained things. It didn't. "I met Matt in one of the festivals I played at, right? Before The Paladins were big at all." Keith knew. That was exactly the same day he had fallen in love with that band. "So when the Lotor thing blew up they had to figure something out so they didn't have to cancel the shows Matt called me to help." Keith's eyes were even wider. "He promised me not to tell anyone. It was good for the marketing, I guess?"