Personal {klance}

Text me?

"No,"

No. Keith is not going to go have dinner at Lance McClains house. If being around one McClain was bad, he couldn't imagine being around more.

"Wait, what?" Lance asked confusedly. Tilting his head slightly. Looking kinda like a lost puppy.

"I said no. I don't want to come over" he said bluntly. (Lol blunt) "I mean, thanks for the offer and all,"

The brunette frowned slightly as his shoulders dropped.
"But we were having such a good time, I made you laugh!"

"Yeah, so?" Keith grumbled defensively as he sat up more. Gathering his papers together and began packing up.

Another major reason he couldn't go to Lances house was because his father had a strict rule that he had to be home by 7pm. And he was guessing that he'd get to Lances house at around 5:30pm-6:00pm, finished by maybe 6:50. And that definitely wouldn't be enough time for him to get back home.

"Why though? I thought you were actually warming up to me,"Lance mumbled as he looked to Keith. His eyes fixated on the dark bags under his indigo eyes.

"Yeah well think again," Keith snapped out.

A small frown curled onto the corners of Lances lips. He was going to make Keith like him. He was going to somehow become Keiths friend.

"Can we at least exchange phone numbers?" Lance offered with a wide smile. Now standing up and packing his own stuff up.

Keith paused as he thought for a moment. Sighing heavily before pulling his phone out and opening the contacts app, then handing the phone to Lance, who happily put in his number and name.

Contact Name: Ocean Man
Number:  (248)434-5508

"Ocean... man?" Keith questioned as he looked down to his phone. Innocently raising an eyebrow as he looked up to Lance, who was wearing a smug grin.

"Yep," he hummed while pulling his phone out, "Pidge and Hunk call me that," He handed his phone over to Keith.

Keith reluctantly took Lances phone and input his name and number

Contact Name: Kogane
Number: (605)-475–6968

"Wow, just kogane?" Lance questioned as he looked down to his phone. "Thats so boring, im gonna change it,"

"Lance dont-"

Contact Name: Spicy Boi™
Number: (605)-475-6968

"There see! Much better," Lance hummed with a smug grin as he showed Keith the phone. "I think it suits you more"

"You are the bane of my existence" Keith growled out lowly as he slug his backpack over his shoulder.
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-=Time Skip brought to you by Keith's Nirvana sweatshirt=-
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8:56pm
Ocean man:
heyyy Keithy boi

9:45pm
Spicy Boi™:
Don't call me that.

9:46pm
Ocean man:
it took you soooo long to reply why the wait? I thought you were like always on your phone

9:46pm
Spicy Boi™:
You were waiting for me to text?

9:47pm
Ocean man:
Duh thats y I gave you my number

9:46pm
Spicy Boi™:
For the love of god, use correct grammar.

9:46pm
Ocean man is typing...

I think im sick. Im think im seriously sick. Why is my face red?

Keith had no idea why his heart was racing. Or why his hands felt clammy. Nor why his face and ears felt hot and flushed. Was he sick? Most likely. Also why was he caring so much about texting Lance? Why was he waiting for his respo-

Ping

Instantly at that sound he checked his phone.

9:51pm
Ocean man:
Sorry im back i was texting my friend pidge

9:51pm
Spicy Boi™
Why were you texting Pidge?

9:51pm
Ocean man:
Because hecca cute guy is texting me

9:52pm
Spicy Boi™:
Guy? You're gay?

9:52pm
Ocean man:
Well no not gay but bi
9:52pm
Ocean man:
As in bisexual

Why did it matter? Why did he get so excited at that? Whats going on with Keith? He didn't understand what emotions he was feeling. The last time he fell this was in 6th grade when he saw his crush-

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

Crush, someone you like. Someone who makes you feel flustered and makes you excited when they text you.

Oh my god. Do I like,

Lance?

;D well that chapter was fun to write but hECc
-chris