"and then once, when we were like twelve, hunk stole my yellow crayon, while i was using it," lance complained, he had been going on like this nearly the whole five minute walk.

keith glanced around then over at lance, "wow, you sure are a chatter-box," he commented.

"well, yeah-" he stopped, "i mean, is that a problem?" he asked with a small wince.

"no, no," he said slowly, then hesitantly added, "it's cute," causing lance to pause in place,

"huh?" he said, blushing a bit, "you think so?" he asked then attempted to regain his flirtatious aura, "i mean, you're not too bad yourself," he said smugly with a smirk, nudging the other boy in his side.

"ah, thank you," he replied simply, he seemed a bit tired. "here," he said as they walked up to the side door of the church, a door that lance had never even noticed in all the years he had passed it up. "i think the pastors wife is cleaning tonight, so we'll probably see her," he said, "she barely speaks any english, but she tries," he added as he fished out his keys from his sweatshirt pocket, unlocking the side door and allowing them in.

they walked into the small corridor leading to three ways, one way was to a bathroom, inferredly used by the church, another door was to the actual church itself, which was wide open, and the third was a staircase, inferredly leading to keiths place.

"oh, keith! hola!" a lady called out from inside the church, then she walked out of the church into the small corridor.

"hello," he replied with a small smile.

"who is this?" she asked, her english was definitely broken, and her spanish accent was prominent. she said 'this' more like 'these'.

"um, this is lance," he said gesturing towards the taller boy.

i can't let this opportunity slip, "su novio," lance addressed himself in spanish, meaning his boyfriend.

"oh," the lady said, she shifted a bit uncomfortably then smiled, "desde cuando?" she asked, meaning since when.

"como un año," he replied, meaning like a year.

"ah, well," she said, "okay, i will see you later," she said to keith with a small wave then went back into the church.

"what'd you say?" keith asked furrowing his brows a bit as they started making their way up the stairs.

"that i'm your boyfriend," he said smugly.

"what?!" he replied, noticeably blushing, "lance, you idiot! they're really religious if you couldn't see that from the whole 'having their own church' thing," he said with a small sigh, "now they're probably going to treat me different," he groaned.

"she seemed nice, i don't think she will," lance said.

"you better hope not," he said.

"or else?" lance asked as they got to the door leading to keiths place.

"i'm going to beat your ass," he said unlocking the door.

"as if!" he scoffed.

"don't tempt me," he commented walking into the apartment sized place, lance following behind. keith closed the door. immediately walking in, there was a bathroom to the left, a mirror on the wall to the right and a room with a curtain covering the entrance in front of them. they walked through the small hall into the kitchen. "sorry if it seems untidy, i wasn't expecting to have you over," he said sheepishly, palming the back of his neck.

"no, it's alright," lance commented, even though he absolutely hated a mess, this wasn't thaaat terrib- oh my god, why is there just an open avocado on the table? keith is a mess.

"soo," keith began, "do you.. uh, still don't like shiro?" he asked as he started picking up a few things that were out of place, including the avocado.

"um.." he paused, "it was just a childish crush, i told you this already," he said crossing his arms over his chest and watching the dark haired boy organize a little.

"so, uh- like, who do you like? i mean, if you even like anyone," he asked as he finished up then started up the two cups of coffee.

"yeah, i do like someone," lance said, clearing his throat a little, shit, am i really going to confess right now? but what if he doesn't like me? why would he be asking then? his mind raced.

"am i allowed to ask who?" he asked playfully, but lance could still hear the nerve in his voice. he poured water into the machine.

"you can guess," lance said teasingly, walking over to the dinner table and leaning onto it.

"uh.. hunk?" he guessed looking over at lance then back at the coffee maker.

"no way, i'm way too close with hunk to like him, he's my best friend and he isn't my type," he said, "even though i don't really have a type," he continued then added, "they're paler than hunk though," he hinted.

"uhh, so not allura?" he asked.

"no way, part two, i'm too close with her too," he said, "but, it's a dude," he hinted once more, "with black hair," he added, keith glanced at lance.

"ricky?" he asked, ricky was a guy in the chemistry class they share, who was always partners with lance. now that lance thought of it, rickys appearance was pretty similar to keiths, but their personalities were definitely different.

"nah, i mean, he's cute but too similar to me, personality wise," he said, then he walked over to keith, standing near his shoulder.

"well, uh, is it-" he paused, "is it me?" he asked, attempting not to make eye contact by focusing much too hard onto the coffee maker.

"i don't know, it might be," lance replied softly, "that depends on whether or not you want it to be," he said, staring a bit at the dark haired boys ponytail.

"i- i would like that, yeah," he said quietly as the coffee maker poured out the first cup, then keith looked over his shoulder at lance. keith was smiling a little whilst lance couldn't hold back his wide smile. lance leaned forward a tiny bit, closing the gap between them, softly pressing his lips against keiths.

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a/n: i havent updated in forever woops and now i prolly wont again D: im a piece of garbage imsorry