It was meant to be some sort of experiment. Admittedly, a rather twisted one, but an experiment nonetheless. He had not meant to take it this far, but unfortunately, he did. Lance McClain has not spoken in over half a year. No one has noticed. (A/N: I would prefer if you did not leave comments on this fic. Thank you for reading.)

On top of studying for mid-terms, writing a paper on the importance of art in our modern world, and trying to figure out whether or not his six-month crush was flirting or just being nice, Keith Kogane has to figure out why the hell he allowed Lance McClain (aka the best friend stealer) tattoo his name onto his hip... Well, at least one thing's for certain-He's never drinking again.

Keith hates School Lance. He was annoying as hell. He was cocky and full of shit. He couldn't sing and he flirted with every girl on campus. But Keith loves Online Lance. His confidence to do makeup tutorials and post beautiful organized pictures better than Kim K. Keith and Lance weren't ever supposed to cross paths. They weren't ever supposed to spill what they did. It all started when Lance found out Keith was a photographer, just what he was looking for. this is NOT the really popular one, mine came out first but also this is like 98% probably not the one you're looking for.

Lance has always had trouble battling harmful anxiety, and crippling paranoia. So when a particularly bad episode leaves him practically helpless, he turns and clings to the first person he finds... Keith.