Maybe I Will | Klance

Chapter 3

Waking up the next morning, I realised something.

I wasn't even in my house.

I was in my car.

I suppose I was so tired yesterday that I didn't even move.

I got out of my car and ran up the stairs to my apartment. Unlocking the door, I heard somebody call my name behind me.

"Keith?"

"Yes?" I answered, turning my head.

Was that, Lance?

Yes, that was Lance.

"Why were you going out so early?" He asked.

"I fell asleep in the car. Why did you want to know?" I ask suspiciously.

"Nobody ever really gets up this early." He looked behind him, then shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket. It was a white Aeropostale hoodie, a crop top hoodie to be exact.

"Oh. Sorry." I didn't know what else to say.

"No need to be sorry," he laughed.

Why did he make me want to stay and talk to him?

Am I not supposed to hate him?

"Well, um," I stuttered. "I guess I'll get going."

"Wait!" He called out.

I turned around, suprised.

"Pidge and I were going to hang out at the coffee shop later, and wanted to see if you could hang out." He hid his hands behind his back.

I agreed, only because whatever Pidge wanted, it was usually because they had something planned.

And maybe because Lance looked really excited.

"When will you guys be going?" I asked.

"Is five o'clock okay?" He tilted his head.

"That'll be fine," I answered. "I'll see you then."

Walking inside, I waved goodbye.

I grabbed my phone and texted Pidge.

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Keith: Can't wait to hang out with you and Lance tonight

Pidge: what

Keith: what do you mean what

Pidge: I'm not going with you anywhere

Keith: dude

Pidge: im confused

Keith: why are you not going with us

Pidge: i wasnt going anywhere in the first place

Keith: oh no

Keith: help

Pidge: ?

Keith: lance asked me out indirectly

Pidge: WHAT

Keith: HELP

Pidge: GAYY

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I can't believe it.

Did he really do that?

And why?

Pacing around the room, I panicked.

Did he actually trick me into going out with him? Or is Pidge messing with me?

I don't want to do this yet.

But I kind of do.

For the next couple of hours, I did everything that I could to keep my mind off of the event happening this afternoon.

I listened to music, cleaned my kitchen, and even took a shower.

By 3:30 PM, I started getting ready.

I had thrown on a red and black flannel over a black and white Panic! At The Disco shirt. Along with that I had on some black leggings and red converse that came up above my ankles.

Was I coming off too emo?

Whatever. Lance did this, so I'm not going to try too hard.