Klance vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

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Parts 9
Time 4h 24m

Reads 142
Votes 13
Parts 9
Time 4h 24m

CO-WRITTEN WITH TEAGICA ON AO3.
    ~X~
    Wandering eyes travelled athwart the bland high school classroom; the brightly accented walls plastered with posters, the fluorescent lights shining off the speckled linoleum floors, the shitty plastic chairs with their wobbly legs, the many students absorbed in their own tests, with their wrists flicking every couple seconds to scrabble down a new word or complete a sentence before turning the papers.
    There was so much to look at, so much for Keith's sleep-deprived eyes to observe, but what they lingered on the longest was the tall, Cuban boy who sat at his desk, his back hunched over and his colourful sneakers- the ones with the multicoloured beads- tapping restlessly against the floor.
    He couldn't explain it. He never had been able to explain it. But there was always some part of him that was drawn to Lance. Maybe it was the way he laughed: a sweet sentiment that, as of recently, never failed to put butterflies in Keith's stomach. Maybe it was the way he smiled: a big toothy grin that made his whole face light up, something that seemed to make Keith's heart skip a beat.
    ~X~
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CO-WRITTEN WITH TEAGICA ON AO3.
    ~X~
    Wandering eyes travelled athwart the bland high school classroom; the brightly accented walls plastered with posters, the fluorescent lights shining off the speckled linoleum floors, the shitty plastic chairs with their wobbly legs, the many students absorbed in their own tests, with their wrists flicking every couple seconds to scrabble down a new word or complete a sentence before turning the papers.
    There was so much to look at, so much for Keith's sleep-deprived eyes to observe, but what they lingered on the longest was the tall, Cuban boy who sat at his desk, his back hunched over and his colourful sneakers- the ones with the multicoloured beads- tapping restlessly against the floor.
    He couldn't explain it. He never had been able to explain it. But there was always some part of him that was drawn to Lance. Maybe it was the way he laughed: a sweet sentiment that, as of recently, never failed to put butterflies in Keith's stomach. Maybe it was the way he smiled: a big toothy grin that made his whole face light up, something that seemed to make Keith's heart skip a beat.
    ~X~
    COVER ART NOT MINE

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