This chapter is a bit weird and Idk if it's any good so please give me opinions at the end. There's another tag at the end sorry :(

There's a lot of mistakes this chapter, no need to point them out because I'll be fixing them tomorrow

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Lance stood in front of his mirror against the wall of his room and tried to hide how disappointed he was as he stared at his own reflection. All of this stuff with bulimia was beginning to take its toll on his body and anyone could see that even if they were senile. His hair was an absolute mess and greasier than a pan of bacon, his skin was beginning to have a paler complexion, his eyes were redder than Keith's were when he was high and last but not least, his breath smelt god awful no matter how many times he brushed his teeth and used mouth wash that morning.

He looked so sickly for a seventeen year old, this was absolutely ridiculous. He pouted slightly as he picked at his red T-shirt that was extremely loose on his torso and fidgeted with his black sweatpants before he let out a deep sigh and slouched. He dragged himself down the stairs of his home and found himself walking over to the kitchen to see Vincent pouring tequila into his cereal with a look of pure boredom on his face.

"Oh look at Vincent," Lance began, "He's eating his favorite breakfast food; snap, crackle, drunk," he stated sarcastically as he opened the fridge to pull out a protein bar. He needed to try to fix himself even if it was the hardest thing for him to do.

Vincent looked up from the newspaper and narrowed his eyes at his little brother while using his spoon to point at Lance, "I did not voluntarily stay home to keep you company all day just to be ridiculed by you of all people," He grumbled and shoveled a spoonful of his spiked cereal into his mouth. "Besides, Marcia already made that joke so try to be more original maybe?"

Lance seated himself across the table from Vincent and rolled his eyes as he began to check the nutrition facts on the wrapper. "I'm surprised Marcia could even think of something original with how much she tries to be like all the basic bitches at school."

Vincent choked on his food suddenly and coughed into a napkin next to his bowl with wide brown eyes. When he managed to catch his breath he looked at Lance with surprise, "You're usually the one to jump to her defense, why are you being so moody today? I can't deal with you twins anymore if you're both going to be in your angst phases."

What was wrong with him? Well, he was already in a bad mood from how he looked today but he was still embarrassed about yesterday when Keith came to his aid in the bathroom. Having someone be there next to you when you're literally at your weakest makes a person like Lance feel ashamed of cracking like he did. He tried so hard to keep himself from throwing up his food but he just couldn't seem to control his body. He was so used to being alone in the stalls in public that when someone was finally there to hold him in their arms and comfort him, he couldn't help but feel upset.

Lance scowled as he ripped open his protein bar and bit straight into it without looking at his brother. "I'm not in an angst phase; I'm just in a bad mood. Can't people be in a bad mood around here without being questioned about it?" Lance shouted through a mouthful of food.

Vincent raised his thick eyebrow and motioned towards his breakfast, "Hello, midlife crisis here," He stated before taking another bite from his food.

"Then don't question me about my problems and I won't question you about your bad date last night," Lance said as he narrowed his blue eyes on his now intrigued brother who was pursing his lips.

"How?" He asked only a single question as he placed the newspaper down and crossed his arms to observe his little brother.

Lance took another chunk from the bar and pointed to Vincent's clothing, "You're wearing your pity outfit. Whenever you have a bad date or bad sex, you wear that exact outfit; coffee stained shirt, your favorite plaid boxers, and you don't bother fixing your hair. That's how I know," Lance listed off everything but left out the bit where Vincent drinks the following day and uses a sick day to take the day off of work. He was a predictable man.

Vincent looked down at his coffee stained shirt, then at his boxers before he scrunched his nose up. "Not a word of this to mother," he hissed before chugging the bowl of spiked milk. He then let out a long sigh and began speaking again, "Are you inviting Keith over for family movie night tonight? Mom was asking me this morning before she left, she really likes that boy you know. She likes how good he is with Heidi and Christian."

Lance nearly choked on his breakfast as Vincent reminded him of the last person he wanted to see right now. They had to spend time together but he just didn't want to have Keith around him so soon after what happened yesterday. He suddenly lost interest in his food and wrapped the remaining portion of the protein bar up, "I don't know," He replied honestly before raised a thin eyebrow, "Where did mom run off to exactly?"

Vincent shrugged as he reached over to take the half eaten food from Lance and finish it himself, "She said she was going out with her girlfriends but she was dressed really nicely," He pointed out.

Lance's jaw dropped as he listened to his brother. "Do you think it's possible she's on a breakfast date? You said she was dressed up right, so why would she look nice if she's just going out with the girls?" Lance placed his hand to his chin and began thinking.

Vincent, through a mouthful of food, shouted, "Impossible! Mom wouldn't dare date anyone after what happened with dad!"

Lance crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back to stare at Vincent, "Oh really now? She can't move on with her life but dad is fine screwing his assistant and living it up with girls? Nice logic there, buddy," he stated mockingly and emphasized the word 'buddy'.

Vincent threw his hands in the air like how Keith would do if he got too stressed out, "That's not what I meant at all!" He retorted with a hint of anger in his voice.

Lance rolled his eyes yet again and sighed, "whatever you say Vincent, but I think mom has every-"

Just then the hollow sound of their doorbell rang throughout the house and a coy smile played its way across Vincent's face causing Lance to become alarmed. It was still morning time, everyone was at school or work so there was no one that Lance could think of that actually had time to come over so early in the day. He only got to stay home because his mother was concerned about how sick he looked.

"What was that?" Lance asked slowly as he narrowed his eyes.

Vincent shrugged, "Why don't you answer the door, hot shot."

Lance got up from his seat with an irritated expression on his face as he cautiously approached the door to see the silhouette of a person on the other side of the opaque glass on the door. His hand snaked its way to the door handle but he didn't twist it right away as he grabbed onto it, he was still suspicious of who it was. He took a deep breath and opened the door with his eyes closed and heard a small gasp from the to her side as he opened it all the way before taking a peek to see Keith standing outside in his little emo getup. Seriously, this kid needed to choose whether he wanted to look like Pete Wentz or Justin Timberlake because Lance could barely keep track on Keith's style anymore.

He was holding a bag in his hands and his face was bright red as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing. "W-Wait, Vincent told me you were at school!" He exclaimed in surprise as he looked Lance over very quickly.

Lance narrowed his blurry vision onto Keith as he finally realized he wasn't wearing his glasses so he couldn't even see the vehicle that Keith was brought here in. "I'm obviously here and Vincent is a liar," Lance stated coldly as he went to close the door, "See you later K-"

Keith reached out and stopped the door with his hand before pushing the bag through the small opening of the doorway, "At least take this if you're just going to kick me out before I even enter your home. It's from Vivian; she wanted you to have it. It's the clothes she bought you."

Lance looked at the bag as saw that is was from the store they visited yesterday before he reluctantly took it from Keith's hand and went to shut the door. He almost succeeded but Vincent pulled it open from behind nearly knocking Lance over. "Oh, Keith, welcome! Come on in you ray of sunshine!" Vincent said happily as he shoved Lance out of the way and allowed Keith to step into the home with a troubled look on his face.

Lance frowned at his brother and scrunched his nose up, "Why?" He whispered quietly and motioned towards Keith.

Vincent shrugged, "Like I said Lance, I'm not in the mood to deal with your teenage angst," He stated bluntly and closed the door behind Keith. "So, I'm going to be in my room grading tests and trying to see what student should be on my shitlist for making a bad grade, enjoy yourselves," Vincent smiled and clapped his hands together before he dragged himself upstairs with a depressed look on his face.

Lance rushed over to the bottom of the stairs and cupped his hands around his mouth, "I think you forgot your alcohol!" He was upset over Keith being invited over without his input and this was the only thing he could think of doing as payback for the moment.

"Are you okay?" Keith raised his eyebrow slightly as he looked at Lance. The poor boy was standing there awkwardly with his hands clasped together behind his back and his lips pinched together while his purple eyes rested on Lance.

Lance didn't like this Keith. It was as if the sassy jerk he knew from before disappeared yesterday in the mall bathroom and was replaced with this loving boy who thought he needed to be there for Lance every second of the day. Lance gave Keith a look of disgust before he too began to trudge his way up the stairs ahead of him. "Go away Keith, I don't want to look at you."

Keith took offence to this as he began tailing Lance, "What the hell is wrong with you? You've been acting cold since yesterday, you're being seriously immature and I don't think it's funny," He said in a cheerless tone and tried to walk next to Lance but the petty boy stepped in front of Keith's path anytime he tried.

"I never asked for your opinion, did I?" Lance asked bitterly as he opened the door to his room not even bothering to slam his door shut because Keith was literally right behind him. "Why are you even bothering to talk to me anyways? I'm a freak."

Keith closed the door behind them gently and stared at Lance sympathetically as the boy collapsed on his bed after dropping the bag on the floor and let out an overdramatic groan. "You're not a freak, Lance," he smiled softly before he took a seat on the edge of the bed and twiddled his thumbs while keeping his gaze on the floor.

Lance stuffed his face into his pillow and ignored Keith. "Go away," he pouted and tried to ignore the quiet presence of Keith at the end of his bed.

He just wanted to be left alone; he wanted to be by himself as he moped around the house all day. No one understood how he felt having to live like he did so why would someone even try to understand? He wanted Keith to leave him alone, the only person he wanted to see right now was Nyma because she made him feel like a normal boy.

Keith sighed and pulled out his phone in order to start texting people, "I'm not leaving," He stated monotonously.

Lance wanted to bang his head against the wall because of the stubborn jerk in his room. First, Keith wanted to strangle Lance for just breathing but now the boy was trying to be there for him when he felt upset. What was his stupid deal? "Go. Away."

"Nah."

Lance sat up with a choleric look on his face, his hair was messy now and his face was turning bright red. "Why can't you just listen to me for once? I don't want to be around you because it just reminds me of how pathetic I am and-" he instantly covered his mouth with his hand and felt his ears burn in embarrassment. He just told Keith why he didn't want to be around him when he meant to insult him. God, he was an idiot.

Keith clicked the power button on his phone and relaxed slightly but didn't even look at Lance. "So it is because of the bathroom thing, huh," He slouched slightly and began to pass his phone back and forth between his hands as he tried to remain calm. "You know, yesterday Vivian and I were concerned about you all day because you were-" his voice got caught in his throat suddenly and he shook his head quietly.

Lance's curiosity got the best of him as he raised an eyebrow, "I was what?"

"You were acting weird when you were with Nyma, you were so focused on doing what she wanted to do that you barely spent any time with me so I decided to check on you in the bathroom," He continued and clenched his jaw tightly. He wasn't looking at Lance but Lance could feel the guilt rolling off of Keith's body, "I guess when I saw you hurting yourself trying to keep your food down I just... I just remembered how when I was first diagnosed with cancer that I was all alone dealing with my problem and I just cried myself to sleep every night. I didn't want you to feel like I did."

Lance was at loss for words as he stared at Keith quietly. He never once heard Keith talk about his feeling like this so hearing him confide in him of all people was like a fairytale. It just didn't seem at all possible. Sure they were closer now ever since Keith found out about Lance's abuse at school but they weren't best friends or anything. He suddenly felt guilty as he realized how selfish he had been. He thought only about how he had felt being held in Keith's arms after he finished vomiting that he hadn't even thought about how Keith had felt in that bathroom.

Lance swallowed down his worthless pride and reached out to touch Keith's shoulder gently, "Hey man," He started to talk but when Keith jumped slightly at Lance's touch he felt his words get stuck in his throat. He didn't really know what to say other than make a stupid joke that could possibly lighten the tense mood.

"Don't worry about it," Keith smiled softly as he looked up at Lance. His purple eyes were so, what was the proper word to describe it? Iridescent? Winsome? Lustrous? The word just couldn't seem to come to Lance's mind as he looked away from Keith with a tiny smile on his face.

"Sorry," He mumbled quietly.

Keith shrugged before he changed the subject, "If you feel like a freak then imagine this; I'm a famous model and yet I haven't even kissed anyone or even had my uh- first time," He joked with a tiny hint of red in his pale cheeks.

"Oh please," Lance scoffed as he tried to one up the Korean model, "I haven't even had a girlfriend yet."

Keith chuckled as he smiled in amusement, "We're going to die being the virginest of all virgins."

"Is virginest even a word?" Lance cocked his head to the side.

Keith looked at Lance with doubt, "I wouldn't know, I just thought it sounded cool so I said it."

"Sweet. We'll be the virginest of all the virgins together then," Lance nodded slowly.

Keith nodded in agreement before he raised his fist into the air to Lance who instinctively flinched causing Keith to make a bilious face. "Virgin bros?" He asked.

Lance gently bumped his fist with Keith and smiled, "Virgin bros."

They wasted the day away sitting in Lance's room looking at his ceiling as they pointed to the painted clouds above and guessed what they looked like. Keith insisted that every cloud looked like a hippopotamus for some peculiar reason, Lance just guessed the kid really loved hippos but to him most of the clouds looked like sharks. When Vincent finally emerged from his room he was dressed in normal clothing and actually looked like an adult as he went downstairs to fix snacks for when the elementary school let out and the three kids of the home would come to wreak havoc upon everyone inside the McClain household. Surprisingly, Keith managed to tame the little ones and he played outside with them on the trampoline and even let Patrick wrestle him which made Vincent smile seeing Christian having so much fun.

"You better not ever lose him as a friend because he's my go to guy for a babysitter," Vincent pointed out as he sat outside with Lance next to him at the picnic table with Heidi on his lap as she drew pictures.

Lance looked at his brother and narrowed his eyes slightly, "I remember you calling him the devil when you saw him, why are you and mom so in love with him now?" He asked curiously.

Vincent shrugged as he took a sip of apple juice while he watched Christian and Patrick tackle Keith on the trampoline, "He's able to tame those two little demons and Heidi loves him to death," his brown eyes settled on their little sister as he reached over to pinch her puffy cheeks gently, "Right sweetie?"

Heidi gave a toothy grin as she lifted up her paper to show her drawing, "Right. He and Lance are going to give me a niece after all!" She stated confidently.

Lance looked at the scribbles on the paper and felt his ears grow red hot as he realized she drew him and Keith holding hands with her and a giant heart was above them. "Ahhh, no, no we're not Heidi!" Lance said nervously as he glanced up to see Keith pretending to be hurt while the two little boys laughed at him. Sadistic little kids.

Vincent shrugged, "Sure you can, it's 2017 you can do anything!" He said with a wide smile that stretched from ear to ear while a hearty laugh resonated from deep within him.

Lance reached over and hit his brother on the leg with the back of his hand while his eyebrows knitted together on his forehead in seriousness, "Don't encourage her!" He shouted in annoyance while Heidi began to sing the stupid song about kissing in a tree using Keith and Lance's names. "Did you teach her that?" Lance demanded and he hit Vincent again but this time getting a little yelp at his older brother.

"Hey," Vincent smacked the back of Lance's head and glared at his little brother, "So what if I did?" He asked before sticking his tongue out at him.

Lance carefully removed Heidi from his lap before he reached over and hit Vincent again but this time on the back of his head since the curly brunette always thought to target the back of Lance's head first. Why not give him a taste of his own medicine? "So what? I'm going to kill you that's what!" Lance exclaimed as he and Vincent began to slap each other like two little kids causing Keith to scramble off of the trampoline in order to force himself between the two siblings.

"Hey, cut it out!" Keith exclaimed as Lance reached around him in order to pinch Vincent's chest causing the adult man to squeak in pain.

Vincent reached above Keith and shoved Lance's head back with his palm as he blew raspberries at the young boy, "He started it!"

Keith took a deep breath and looked at the sky with aggravation, "I will end this in a way where no one is happy if the two of you don't stop!" Keith shouted in annoyance.

Lance went to go punch his brother but Keith grabbed Lance's wrist and pulled him off the picnic table all while Heidi sat there with wide eyes full of fright. Lance landed on the grass below him and scowled in anger at Keith who was now sitting next to a happy Vincent with his arms and legs crossed. "Really? He was the one who started it by teasing me when I have a girl already!" Lance exclaimed as he pointed at Vincent.

Vincent's brown eyes that were once full of happiness changed to confusion as he looked at his little brother, "Wait, you have a girlfriend?"

Keith made a very questionable face of disgust as he looked away from Lance with the biggest pout on his face. "Yeah he does, her name is Nyma," he spilled the beans with reluctance.

Heidi looked down at Lance and began to tear up, "But what about Keith?" She whined and reached out to grab Keith's hand, "He was supposed to give me a niece because he's so pretty!"

Lance face palmed and groaned, "Heidi, your brother likes a girl already I'm sorry," He said. Then he looked at Vincent with a pleading look, "Don't tell mom please, I don't want her to force me to bring her to the house for dinner!"

"So you're dating Nyma now?" Marcia's voice sounded from behind Lance making the boy tense up while Keith looked absolutely horrified as he uncrossed his arms and legs.

"Is it a prob-" Lance decided to be a little sassy with his sister but as he turned around his blood turned to ice and he felt his entire body go ridged at the sight of the person standing next to her with his arm around her and a wicked grin on his glamorously clear face.

Lotor waved at Lance as he pulled Marcia closer to him, "Is it a problem? Absolutely not," He stated with a small snicker, "Why would it be, Lance?"

This could not be happening. No, this definitely had to be a dream because Marcia would never date someone like Lotor right? Lance couldn't help himself as he pushed his back into Keith's legs as he tried to contain his fear. The black haired boy caught onto this and placed his hand on Lance's shoulder as he sat up straight and glared at Lotor with so much anger in his face that Lance was surprised the idiot didn't try to murder the football player.

Lance was so terrified, why was he here? Was this some kind of sick joke? Marcia was bringing the person that Lance feared the most into his own home and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it without getting seriously injured again by the star football player of his school.

Vincent looked Lotor up and down and tried not to laugh at the stupid man bun the boy had, "So who's tall, light, and handsome there?" He asked.

Marcia, the object of Lance's hate for the moment, turned red and actually looked embarrassed as her blue eyes settled onto the ground. "He's my boyfriend; I thought he should meet the family during family movie night. If not then we can just leave and-"

"He can stay, just don't do anything I wouldn't do when you two are alone," Vincent sighed and turned his attention back to his son and little brother on the trampoline who was throwing balls at each other.

Marcia smiled in excitement as she looked up at Lotor, she wasn't even acting. She was actually really happy and this tore Lance apart. Maybe she didn't know about his relationship with the asshole but how could Lotor go after his sister just to get back at him? He wanted to break down into tears right then and there but Keith's voice kept him from falling victim to his own emotions, "Lance and I will be upstairs."

Lance looked up at Keith and felt his heart skip a beat as he realized that the boy was trying to help him by getting him and Lotor as far apart as possible. "R-Right!" Lance agreed as he bolted upright and felt Keith grab onto his hand as he too stood up to lead Lance back inside.

"Have fun but do what I wouldn't do!" Vincent teased his little brother without knowing why the two boys were being so weird at the sight of Marcia's boyfriend.

Lance didn't have time to respond as Keith pulled him over to the back door and shoved him inside and stuck his middle finger up at Lotor when he was sure no one would see. The two rushed upstairs and slammed Lance's door shut just in time for the boy to start his mental breakdown.

"Why is he here?" Lance whined as he sat on his bed and placed his face into his hands trying to hide his tears and muffle his sobbing. "Why the fuck is he trying to screw with me in my own home now?"

Keith rushed over to Lance and knelt in front of him in order to gently pull Lance's hands away from his face. The boy was an absolute wreck to say the least; his face was all red and blotchy, his nose was snotty, his eyes were bright red and his entire body was trembling. "Hey," Keith cupped Lance's cheeks in his palms and looked up at him, ignoring the fact that some of Lance's tears had fallen onto his own face. "Don't worry about him; I'll kick his ass if he gets anywhere near you okay Lance? I won't let him hurt you again, I promise you this!" He said with confidence as he wiped away Lance's tears with the black sleeve of his jacket.

Lance sniffled and stared down at Keith who was just being so kind to him. "I ruined your eyeliner!" Lance wailed as he noticed how Keith's black eyeliner was being smeared by his tears falling onto the boy's face. Maybe Lance needed someone else to look like shit to make himself feel better.

Keith laughed slightly as he wiped away the tears that landed on his face with his shoulder making the smudged eyeliner look even worse. "I don't care, honestly. You can make me look like shit too if it would make you feel better Lance, just stop crying please or I just might murder him for making my friend cry."

"You don't even know me that well; we don't know the first thing about each other! How can you call me your friend?" Lance tried to pull his face away from Keith but the boy simply squished Lance's cheeks together as he tried to keep him from looking away.

Keith's purple eyes were still full of confidence as he puffed his chest out, "I know your favorite color is blue, you like garlic knots, sharks are your favorite animals, your smile is really pretty, and uh-" he paused and began to think until his eyes brightened suddenly as if he had a stroke of genius. "You used to be fat and you've got really girly hips!"

Lance could help but feel the urge to punch Keith in the face for that statement. Lance was so self-conscious about his weight and figure, why would that idiot bother pointing it out to him. One thing made him stop crying though, and it was the fact that all of the facts that Keith had said (aside from the smile one which was a biased opinion) were all true. He did love the color blue, he adored sharks, he would die for garlic knots and he did have girly hips and used to be fat. Why was he right?

Lance sniffled again as he managed to speak through his squished cheeks, "I hate you," he whimpered.

Keith laughed as he raised his eyebrow and smirked, "What was that? I can't- I couldn't seem to hear you through your cheeks!" He joked.

"I said I hate you."

"I'm sure you do, Lancelot."

"I really fucking hate you. I would love to throw you in a volcano and watch you burn."

Keith laughed a little more and let go of Lance's cheeks as he stared up at him with a look of pure amusement. "I always wanted to live by a volcano. I would die happily."

Lance's tears finally dried up as Keith managed to distract him from the whole Lotor business that was happening in the next room over where they could hear Marcia giggling. "Then I'll figure out a way to kill you so you won't actually like it!" Lance said.

Keith shrugged, "Ha, I want to die so joke's on you."

"I'll stick you in a damn wormhole!"

"Now we're getting somewhere!"

The two began to laugh uncontrollably in the room as they forgot all about Lotor. Once they calmed down Keith sat on the bed next to Lance and nudged him slightly. "So do you really like Nyma?" Keith asked.

Lance nodded as he felt his heart flutter at the mention of her name. He really did like her and he wouldn't mind calling her his girlfriend but there was a downfall to that; he didn't know how to be a boyfriend or even how to kiss. You had to kiss your significant other right? "Yeah and I do want her to be my girlfriend but I don't know how to be in a relationship or kiss."

"Well, we can try to fix one of those things if you want..." Keith whispered quietly.

Lance looked up with confusion painting his face as he tried to figure out what Keith was talking about. "I don't think you can fix any of those without actually-" He turned bright red as he realized what Keith was trying to say and he instantly shut up.

"It'd be platonically, one bro helping another bro out," Keith stated as he tried to make sure that Lance knew there wasn't an ulterior motive.

Lance pursed his lips slightly and thought it over for a moment before agreeing. "I wouldn't want to screw up my first kiss with Nyma so sure, as long as it's platonically."

"No homo?"

"No homo."

Keith and Lance took a deep breath before they turned to face each other on the bed. Neither of them knew how to kiss so how was this even a good idea? They'd probably both end up grossing the other out and be weirded out by each other's presence but they already agreed to it so they couldn't just back down now and look like a wuss in front of the other guy.

Keith swallowed as he tried to speak, "So first things first," he reached his hand up and brushed a piece of brown hair away from Lance's forehead, "Make sure you can see her eyes clearly and you take a moment to gaze into hers until you feel like it's the right moment to lean in like so."

Lance felt nervousness beginning to twist his stomach into knots as Keith gazed into Lance's eyes for a moment before he slowly closed his and began to lean in while he kept his palm against Lance's hot cheek. Lance didn't know what else to do other than to close his own eyes and go for it. He too took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward, making sure to tilt his head to the side but instead of meeting Keith's lips they bumped foreheads together causing Keith let go of Lance's face and place his hand against his own head.

"You idiot, you don't tilt your head the same direction I do, you do it in the opposite direction!" He exclaimed in fury, his purple eyes blazing with anger.

Lance covered his face in embarrassment as his forehead throbbed in pain, "I didn't know what to do, and I'm sorry Keith!" He was about ready to cry again but Keith pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply before pulled Lance's hands away from his face.

"Here," He titled Lance's head to the left and his own to the right and pulled Lance forwards slowly so that they wouldn't slam into each other again.

Then he closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Lance's making the Cuban boy scream internally at how it felt to be kissed by another person. It felt so weird yet so good at the same time? His face was burning red hot as he felt Keith's soft lips brush against his as they stayed there unmoving for a long time. Neither one of them tried to deepen the kiss or anything as they awkwardly tried to not bite each other's lip. Lance squeezed his eyes shut and felt his stomach do summersaults inside of his body actually making him think he was going to be sick for a moment until Keith pulled away carefully.

Lance peeked to see Keith staring at him with a red face. "Uh," Keith cleared his throat and let go of Lance's face. "That's how you give her a normal kiss I guess," He mumbled and looked down at the floor as he gripped his knees with his hands.

Lance suddenly had another question, "What if she wants to make out though? Like tongue action and everything, what do I do then?" He inquired.

Keith looked at him bleakly and cocked his head to the side, "Are you honestly asking for another example? I just kissed you but now you want to make out too? You're so demanding," he huffed in annoyance before placing his hands on Lance's hip and the back of his head. "Hold her like this and if you're in a car make sure you're in the backseat because shit might get real steamy."

"How would it get steamy?" Lance asked in confusion.

Keith looked like he was in agony as he tried to teach Lance how to make out with his future girlfriend. "Because Lance, you're going to treat your girl right and press her against the seat like this," he then pushed Lance's back onto the bed making a soft creak sound from the mattress.

Lance felt extremely awkward having the shorter boy looking down at him as he got straddled by Keith who had been his rival just a week ago. "Where would she put her hands on me though? I don't want to lay here like a vegetable," Lance stated with a shaky voice. This was just so fucking weird he didn't even know how to describe it.

Keith groaned in annoyance as he placed Lance's hand in his mullet and on his lower back. "Since you're Nyma in this situation and I'm you, she'll be grabbing onto your hair okay, don't be surprised by that, alright?" Keith pointed out as he tried to get comfortable on top of Lance making the bed squeak even more under their weight.

Lance nodded as he squirmed under Keith to get comfortable as well, "Okay, yeah. Will her hands go anywhere else though?" He asked curiously.

Keith tried not to laugh in hysterics as he nodded, "Yes but you're definitely not going to be touching me anywhere where she would be touching you because this is a completely platonic situation," He placed his hand on Lance's cheek again and the other on the side of his neck. "Let's begin then, don't bite me when we get into the uh-" he stopped and his face turned to disgust, "tongue action as you put it."

Lance glared at Keith in annoyance as he stared up at him, "Shut the fuck up and let's just hurry this up before someone walks in on us," He ordered Keith who obediently followed his order and kissed Lance a little too aggressively making the pale looking boy yelp. "Not so hard!" He shouted.

Keith looked down at Lance and glared at him, "If you aren't aggressive with her she won't have a fun time, dipshit!" Keith hissed and leaned down again and pressed his lips against Lance's but a little gentler this time in order to ease lance into it.

Instinctively Lance grabbed a clump of Keith's hair in nervousness making the Korean grumble into Lance's mouth angrily, "Be gentle with my head," he stated and closed his purple eyes in order to deepen the kiss even though there was definitely some reluctance in the action as Keith hesitated for a brief second.

Lance loosened his grip and opened his mouth to apologize but became surprised when Keith took advantage of this and started what Lance would call 'tongue action'. He was in complete shock as he felt Keith's hand move from his neck down to his hip and slide up under his lower back to pull Lance into him to further deepen their kiss.

Lance squeezed his eyes shut and decided that he had to try to mimic what Keith was doing in order to get better at it. Though, what neither boy expected was them actually getting into this little platonic make out session where Lance's hands wandered under Keith's shirt as Keith pulled his lips away from Lance's in order to kiss his jawline before traveling down to his collarbone where Lance tensed up hand felt himself shiver underneath his friend.

"Keith..." He moaned softly causing Keith to bite him by mistake and pull away rather abruptly with wide eyes full of panic.

Lance didn't even realize his stupid mistake as he howled in pain and rolled off the bed holding his hands to his collar bone where Keith accidentally bit him out of shock from Lance moaning his name out loud. "Why the fuck did you bite me!" Lance rolled around on the floor as he tried to ignore the pain.

Keith was stuck in his own world as he stared at the wall with eyes bigger than the moon. He absolutely and undeniably traumatized as he quickly crossed his legs and slouched over with a look of fear on his face. "I-I don't know..." He breathed out and bit his lip as if trying to distract himself.

"Well you fucking hurt me you asshole, who the hell bites their friends?" Lance shouted as he crawled over to his mirror and nearly screamed as the sight of his pale skin turning bright red and blue. "You-" He breathed out in anger and disbelief. "You gave me a fucking hickey!" He wailed as he felt his eyes sting from tears threatening to fall from his face.

Keith was still on the bed and didn't bother to move a muscle as he continued to sit there with that same traumatized look on his face. "I... I didn't m-mean to. I uh, I need a d-drink," he stuttered.

Lance frowned at the boy and stood up to check on him, "Are you okay you look like-" As he took a step towards Keith, Keith held his hand out to Lance to signal him to stop.

His purple eyes were full of fear and distress as he shook his head vigorously, "I am swell. Just swell!" He pointed to the opposite corner of the room and turned red, "Just stay waaaaay over there."

Lance was so oblivious to what was going on with his friend who was fidgeting awkwardly on the bed with his legs crossed and hand trembling. "Alright dude, just chill out."

"Y-Yeah, chill out. I really should," Keith breathed out and swallowed down his nervousness as he stayed on Lance's bed. "I just need to-" the idiot began coughing from his asthma being triggered from his shallow breathing.

Lance stared at his friend as Keith tried to catch his breath but he didn't try to approach him because it would just make things worse. "Hey calm down man, just take a deep breath okay?" Lance said.

Keith nodded and began to take deep breaths and he actually started to relax, the look of distress in his eyes slowly melted away as he calmed down and got his breathing under control. He then uncrossed his legs slowly and let out a breath of relief. "We're good now but no more of whatever the hell that was," Keith pointed to the bed he was still sitting on as he talked about the kissing thing.

Lance stared at him in confusion, he still hadn't realized what had happened to Keith after he said his name and he probably never will realize it unless Keith told him. "Yeah, that's fine but are you sure you've calmed down K-"

"Don't say my name; call me something else for the time being!" Keith quickly cut Lance off making the oblivious boy even more confused.

Lance decided to say the first thing that came to mind, "Samurai..."

"That's good, yeah. Call me samurai," Keith nodded as he stood up and pushed Lance out of the way so that he could wipe his makeup off his face. "On a side note, I almost got arrested today for spray painting a dick on the mall," Keith stated nonchalantly.

Lance looked at his friend in disappointment, "Seriously dude? A dick?"

"Yes, seriously," Keith sighed and stood up to take a deep breath and straightened out his back. "Should we just go downstairs with your younger siblings for a while since the shitty couple is next door doing god knows what?" He asked with a very forced smile on his face. It was like he didn't want to be alone with Lance anymore.

The rest of the day was just a normal hang out day with Keith plus three little kids who sat with Keith and Lance on the floor during movie night and even fell asleep with Keith after the second movie. It was obvious Keith couldn't stay up past two in the morning just like half of Lance's family including Lotor who was snoring away on the couch with Marcia in his arms. Lance sighed as he stared at Marcia from where he sat, he was happy that she was smiling again and not screaming in his face but he just wished it could have been with someone else other than that jackass sitting with her. Vincent was passed out in the recliner with his son in his arms since he picked up Christian after he fell asleep so that he could hold him. He was an amazing father but he had his moments like this morning. Lance's mother was also fast asleep on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on her lap. She had definitely been out on a date that day but Lance was going to let her live her secret life until she was ready to come of about it.

Finally, Lance's eyes settled on Keith who had two kids in his arms as he quietly snored with them. It was amazing how easily Keith had tamed the very energetic Patrick who just absolutely loved terrorizing Heidi with bugs and made him this little angel who hugged his little sister in his arms while they slept. Lance snapped a photo of the three of them before he too lay down and drifted off to sleep to the sound of Avatar in the background.

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Journal entry #3 by Lance McClain

Today was... interesting to say the least. I wish I knew how to relate it back to my bulimia but to be honest it felt like a normal day which isn't something I normally have. I didn't vomit today so I'm really happy about that since I usually can't hold down anything let alone an entire dinner. I'm really happy Vincent invited Keith over; god knows I needed him when Lotor decided to ruin my life.

Thanks again, Samurai.

-The amazing, fantastical Lancey-Lance

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Journal entry #3 by Keith Kogane

I can never hear my name the same way after that moment. What the hell was I thinking? I thought it'd be totally platonic but HE JUST HAD TO DO THAT?

(frantic scribbles cross out half the page and a hole in the middle of it shows the pen ink bled through to the next page)

I can't believe this; I think I may actually be falling for my friend? I'm gay but I'm not supposed to be gay for him! If only he hadn't said my name the way he did and I hadn't.... you know... I wouldn't be in this mess. Damn you Lance McClain and everything you stand for. I hate you. But not your smile.

Someone save me.

-Someone in dire need of a pray the gay away camp

Thanks for reading and be sure to leave your opinions on it in the comments. The original plan for Lance and Keith's kiss was going to be when Lance and Nyma start dating but I hate cheaters even if it is platonic and you kiss someone while dating another person so I decided to do it before lance and Nyma got serious.

If y'all don't like it I can change it I'm totally cool with it.

Anyways, here is the tag hqheaven tagged me in. I'm not rewriting the questions because I'm too damn lazy lol.

1. Anri Kita

2. 18

3. hqheaven reeia_bean llSinll,

4. Single

5. Both ears

6. I want my entire right ear pierced for some reason????

7. None

8. I want three in total. One along my back that says "Shippai wa seikou no moto" in kanji and in the underside of my arm "Mae muki ni ne". The third will be something I haven't decided on yet.

9. Ikimaru on Tumblr for sure it lemongogo (???) On Tumblr

10. The meaning behind my url is honestly nothing. I stole it from my friend and it just became my thing lol. I was thinking about changing it to Mulan_Sauce last night but nah

11. Day6

12. I love Interstellar and All Dogs Go To Heaven 2

13. If you compliment me I'll become really flustered and either whisper "fuck" or say i hate you
There's no in between

14. I hate my entire self lmao

15. I like my symmetrical freckles that's it

16. I want to be a biochemistry teacher

17. Take me to the bookstore and I'll love you. Seriously, I'm not hard to please 😂

18. I hate parents who let their kids scream and not so anything about it

19. I'm weak when I hear "hey man"
No i really love cats and foxes and will literally cry If I See A Fox

(My tablet begins acting weird here, sorry)

20. Moths. Germs. Social interactions.

21. I Hate Teachers Who Act Like their class Is All That Matters.

22. Okay So, I Like Tall And Lanky Guys Aight. Like Idk, muscular Guys Aren't My Thing. He's Gotta have a good sense of humor and loves phantom of the opera (seriously though, POTO is good shit), and just overall be a cool guy *coughs* Lance McClain. I need Lance McClain.

23. Skip

24. I hate 'baby'

25. If Russia and America were to set their nukes off at the same time the world would literally end and everyone would die *coughs* anyone got those launch codes?

26. Honestly I don't know what quote I live by? Um maybe "Shippai wa seikou no moto"

27. Something I need to get off my chest? Okay so I hate people who constantly ask me when I'll update like

I've got a life outside of this app okay, I am literally writing a novel. I don't have time to focus on wattpad 24/7 man, I gotta grind and write my book so I can pay for my god damn college tuition man. I'm a broke bitch, I need that money so don't ask me when the next update is or you'll miss the weekly update because I'm a petty bitch and I hate being rushed so I will honest to god postpone it.

Don't ask me for a damn update, also I hate unintelligent comments like "omg ausbsks sos !1!!11!1!!!" Like

You just made me waste my time reading that comment when I could have been writing the new chapter. I read every single comment even though I don't reply to them all so just please make comments that don't look like you're having a seizure on your keyboard;;;;

28. I hate this one person on Wattpad because she has horrible content. Like, really, really, really bad. She has terrible grammar (like I'm one to talk), and she is extremely like, self centered and talks about herself in third person and calls herself senpai like what the fuck what???? Obviously, I won't do her @ but my friends know who she is and they don't like her either but I would never be a jerk to her because like me, we're both trying our best on this app so it's whatever. Also her little fans would falsely report me and get me banned so

29. The last time I cried was over Baby Daddy because Riley and Mrs. Wheeler had a bonding moment and oh god I'm gonna cry again

30. I'm 50/50 on this. I have to like your personality AND looks in order to be interested in you because it's natural to care about your partner's looks and I'm not ashamed to admit that I do have to like how they look to date them. If you say you don't care about looks, that's kind of a lie because you won't date someone you find unattractive. I need someone with an assertive personality though because I'm very Tsundere okay, not gonna lie, like you can't take no shit from me. So for me, your personality and looks have to balance each other out hough I do lean towards personality more.

Tagged:
reeia_bean
Se-hoe-kjin
llSinll
aestheticsin
Wolfchild99

Have an amazing day/night and seeya.

PS I will probably be busy today because I have to go take a tour around my new school and buy a new laptop for my classes and make a new schedule and then I gotta go like an hour away to do some shopping so I won't really be active today;;;

Save me.

-Anri