It was an early Saturday morning and what was Keith doing? He was trying not to scream as he borrowed some of Lance's clothes for the therapy session. Why was he trying not to scream? Maybe because he couldn't get that stupid moan of Lance's out of his head from when they were practicing how to make out on one another. Lance never realized that he had moaned Keith's name out loud, which made Keith a wee bit too excited in some areas. The sound escaping from Lance's lips scared the ever loving god out of the poor boy and made him bite Lance by mistake in shock as he threw himself backwards and tried to hide his uh... well his pitched tent for the lack of a better term.

Now, as he stood in front of Lance's mirror wearing his blue hoodie and a pair of his jeans, he couldn't help but feel his heart thundering in his chest while his stomach flipped all about within his body and his face burned red hot. This was not okay, he didn't want this, and he wasn't ready to fall for someone like Lance. Lance liked Nyma and Keith knew that the moment he saw Lance and Nyma together; they're bros, he had to support Lance.

Even so, he couldn't help himself as he blushed as he noticed how Lance's sleeves were too long for him and they gave him sweater paws, he was fangirling to say the least. "God," Keith gasped and grabbed his hair and groaned in agony, "No, I can't have gay thoughts about him! He's my friend that likes this girl, and I'm his bro that likes him? In what world would this ever work?" He quietly mumbled to himself as he paced back and forth in Lance's room alone while the idiot shared a bathroom with his older brother while they got ready for the therapy session.

None of this would have happened if Keith hadn't got caught shoplifting that day, he wouldn't be having this stupid little conundrum and he would be chilling out in the woods with his friends as they got high together and decided what they should do together next. He never even wanted to go to the group meeting, and yet here he was like a little dog wagging his tail as he waited for Lance to walk him through the front doors of that stupid little church they had to go to.

Then it hit him and he froze in place with a clump of hair in his fists and eyes wide; he and Lance were going to be separated from each other this meeting, AKA goodbye Lance's pretty smile that gave Keith a reason to live. "No," Keith dropped his hands to his sides and breathed out in disbelief. "No, no this can't be happening, not right now!" He whined pitifully and buried his face into his hands.

He wanted to stay with Lance a little longer, he wanted to push his bangs away from his forehead and gaze into those blue eyes again. They were like blue tourmaline, you know. When most people see blue eyes they often describe it as ice blue or even go on a tangent about how it reminded them of the beach, but to Keith, Lances eyes were just like tourmaline... they were just so stunning and unique only to him. Back when he and Vivian were younger, before they were forced into the roles their parents gave them in society, they used to collect rocks and every time they went out to a museum with rock exhibits, he would always try to find a tourmaline stone. It was his favorite.

He never found the tourmaline in the museums, but he happened upon one by chance in a stupid little church off the highway with a horrible painting of Jesus in the lobby. He didn't want to lose the rare chance he had been given to stare into Lance's eyes, like he got yesterday when he brushed aside Lance's bangs and stared into his eyes.

He wished that Saturday would come in three years, possibly even more, but he was a realist and knew that something as beautiful as Lance's eyes and smile wouldn't be in his life forever. He had to move on.

"What can't be happening?" Lance's voice sounded causing Keith to jump out of his skin as he pulled his face out of his palms to look over his shoulder at Lance.

He was just so...? There were no words that came to mind in Keith's head to describe Lance. It was as if he was suffering from a total mental shutdown as his purple eyes rested on the taller boy. He was wearing his glasses and he kept his brown hair all nice and curly, his blue and white shirt actually fit him and his jeans didn't look too baggy, and a little scarf to top it off to hide Keith's mistake. Keith was ready to cry as he looked up to meet Lance's eyes, but he couldn't let his selfishness get to him right now. He had to be supportive and-

"You don't look fat," Keith stated as he made a weird face at Lance who just looked as bleak as ever.

Yes, that was the perfect way to be supportive. Lance sighed and rolled his eyes as he walked past Keith to grab his phone on the bed, "Thanks," Lance said dryly and checked his phone. "You didn't answer the question though."

Keith became frustrated as he tried to ignore the fact he just screwed up and also that he was curious about who Lance was talking to as the boy began to text. 'I bet it's Nyma, that two timing bitch...' Keith thought to himself quietly as he crossed his arms over his chest and tried to ignore his anger.

Sure, he and Vivian saw Nyma flirting with another boy at the mall, but it was only once and she wasn't even dating Lance yet, so it wasn't exactly cheating, right? Keith crossed his arms over his chest and furrowed his brows as he tried to ignore the small laugh that escaped Lance's lips when his phone chimed. They were having so much fun texting each other, they were practically dating already and Keith hated the gross feeling of jealousy beginning to form inside of him in this one sided love. He was supposed to be this rebel- not some fluffy, cuddle loving junior who was having an existential crisis in the clothes of someone he may like!

Keith swallowed down hard as he laughed slightly, why was he so anxious? He felt like he was sweating puddles where he stood and his face was hotter than the sun for god sake. He was just so damn nervous. "It's nothing," Keith managed to say calmly as he turned away and pressed his hands against his cheeks and screamed internally as he wished for his heart to calm itself down.

If Vivian were here, she would slap Keith across the face for not trying to talk to Lance about why he was acting strange, but the thing is, Lance didn't seem at all interested in Keith. Not even in the slightest, hell, Keith didn't even know if he were bisexual or not. Then a lightbulb went off in his head and he had a brilliant idea; if he asked Lance a question about himself and he got it wrong then it would mean Lance didn't care about Keith.

Yeah, that was a brilliant plan! No, remarkable more like it. Keith silently gave himself a round of applause for being so smart before he cleared his throat and turned to face Lance again. "What's my favorite animal?" He asked suddenly.

Lance looked up from his phone and stared at Keith with uncertainty, "Uh," he frowned before he stuck his head out a little, "A hippopotamus, I guess?"

'Shit, he got it right. How?' Keith silently cursed at Lance in his head before he tried another question. "My favorite color?" He asked as he leaned forwards and raised an eyebrow. Surely Lance wouldn't be able to guess it.

"Seeing how you had a red hat, a red flannel, and a red phone case," Lance slowly sat down on his bed and stared down at his phone as he continued texting.

Keith held in his breath as he tried to not scream out loud. How was Lance right about all of these questions? Keith was turning bright blue in his face from forgetting to breathe, "K-Keith?" Lance looked horrified as he dropped his phone and grabbed his shorter friend by the shoulders, "Are you dying or something?"

Keith gasped for air and asked a question as he began to wheeze, "What's my job?"

Wow, he was about ready to die, but he was still looking for any possible thing to hate Lance for not knowing about him. "Uh," Lance glanced behind Keith at the pile of magazines in the corner of his room before he looked back at Keith with a look of confusion on his face. "Modeling...?" He said slowly as if he were wondering if this were a trick question.

Keith stared at Lance with round eyes, 'Dear god, he got every question right! He's such an asshole!' He thought to himself as he cleared his throat and took a step away from Lance. That tall boy in front of him was going to make his life harder than what it actually was, wasn't he? 'Curse you Lance McClain and your pretty smile, pretty hair, your eyes too and-' Keith felt his face begin to burn as he realized what he was saying, 'Dammit, why am I like this!'

"Okay, are you two all suited up?" Vincent popped his head into Lance's room with his hair styled and everything. He looked stunning for the early morning and managed to distract Keith from the fact he was possibly falling for Lance Mc-fucking-Clain. How ironic since he told himself he'd never fall for such a boy, but here he was, pining over him.

Lance grabbed his phone and nodded as he gave Keith a weird look, "Yeah, we're ready- I think. Right, Keith?"

That name, he wanted to watch it burn in the fiery depths of hell. He just couldn't hear his name come from Lance's mouth without remembering how he had said his name out loud during their kissing practice. "R-Right!" Keith nodded in agreement and felt his cheeks flush red as he tagged along behind Lance, hands in Lance's pocket and the hood of the blue hoodie over his head to hide his face from the world.

The car ride to the church was awkward for Keith as he had a front view seat to spying on Lance and Nyma texting back and forth as Vincent drove them to the church, while rapping horribly out of sync with the music playing on the stereo. Talk about puke worthy texts, Nyma and Lance were totally disgusting. It wasn't even a cute kind of gross just, ew.

Nyma: I bet you're looking so cute today I mean you're the most handsome man in the world in my eyes *kissing face emoji*

Keith wanted to burst out into laughter as he read that, she flirted with another guy at the mall, how could she tell such a blatant lie like that? Keith continued to spy on Lance's texts the entire way until they arrived and had to get out of the vehicle only to see a very surprised Allura staring at Keith from the church lobby.

He had forgotten about the fact he was wearing Lance's clothes today, so he wasn't sure why the senior was looking at him so weirdly until Hunk gasped from behind. "He's not in black!"

Keith felt any sense of happiness he had left inside of him leave as he slouched slightly and let out a despondent sigh. "Oh, he slept over at my place so he had to borrow my clothes, but they're a little big on him..." Lance pointed out as he stuffed his phone into his pocket and pushed his glasses up on his nose and gave a warm smile to his friend.

Hunk looked between the two almost as if he were perplexed by Lance's statement. He pointed at Keith and frowned, "So you slept over," he moved his index finger over to Lance slowly, "his place and didn't kill him in his sleep?"

Keith shrugged slightly, "Well I mean, we had a bonding moment on Wednesday so our rivalry isn't really a thing anymore, to be honest," Keith stated almost pride fully.

Well, he did feel prideful for a moment until Lance laughed and looked down at Keith, "What are you talking about? We never had a bonding moment," He stated with confidence.

What? How could Lance not remember the fact that Keith held him in his arms after he learned he was being bullied? He practically cradled him in his arms! This was so devastating, it felt as if Keith had taken a shot through the heart and Lance was to blame. He gave crushes a bad name. Keith looked at Lance with glossy eyes as he tried not to cry, "I cradled you in my arms!" He exclaimed with that stupid signature voice crack.

Lance laughed slightly as he shook his head, "Nope, no I don't remember it."

What was happening today? It was one thing after another. This was all Keith's fault, wasn't it? If he hadn't suggested that stupid kiss practice then none of this would have ever happened! He would find himself on the verge of tears from the feeling of his heart being torn into a million pieces because of Lance's statement, and he wouldn't have felt the urge to punch the boy in his face for how rude he was being to Keith. Oh, Lance was soooooo not getting any gifts for his birthday now.

Keith scowled and turned away from the two boys as they fell into their own conversations and walked inside to stand next to Allura, before crossing his arms over his chest in anger. Allura looked over at him with her eyebrow raised slightly as she glanced between him and Lance standing outside. "Boy trouble?" She asked in uncertainty.

Keith rolled his eyes and began to grumble about how selfish Lance was, "You help a guy out and he repays you by ignoring the fact that you hugged him when he was upset. How disgusting!" He waved his hands around as Allura listened intently while nodding along.

She held up her index finger and her blue gaze flashed with fiery anger for a brief second, "Disgusting doesn't even manage to describe it; you're looking for despicable!" She announced.

Keith looked at her with wide eyes, it was as if he had just found a diamond in the rarest thing on earth; a person with sense. Keith nodded as he found himself making a weird connection with Allura, "Yes, that's perfect! Lance is so despicable, how can he not remember such an important event in our friendship?"

Allura grabbed Keith's hands as they began to bond over talking smack about the boys in their lives, "Shiro is the exact same! He totally blew me off this afternoon, and when I tried to talk to him he made up this stupid story about me standing him up at the café on seventh Street?" She began to ramble as her eyebrows danced on her forehead; her blue eyes were glued on Keith's purple gaze.

Keith gasped and leaned forward, "What?! He never struck me as such a douchebag!" He exclaimed, "Boys are so stupid!" He growled.

Allura nodded before she stated, "Totally, why would you make up such stupid lies and not just come out and say you're not interested in us? They're so stupid..."

There was a slight cough from behind the desk causing the two to jump slightly as they looked up at the very annoyed receptionist that Keith had been having a war with since day one. "So you two aren't even going to listen to their side of the story? You're just going to assume they're not interested?" He asked as he propped his head up with his hand.

Keith narrowed his eyes on the brunette and gave him a look that said 'Seriously?' "Uh yeah, the hints are totally there," Keith pointed out as Allura nodded along.

The receptionist rolled his eyes, "That tall guy is totally into you," he pointed to Allura and then looked down at Keith with a look of disgust. "The skinny kid out there seems oblivious to everything in the world, so you should just accept that you'll never score maverick."

"Maverick?" Keith let go of Allura's hand and blinked wildly. What the hell did that mean? Was he making fun of Keith's sexuality? "Excuse me but what, or whom, I choose to do in my life is none of your business. Anyways, I bet you're still a virgin and what are you, twenty two?"

Allura sent an alarmed look at Keith as she realized how close he was to jumping over the desk to choke the receptionist. "Keith," Allura placed her hand on Keith's chest and dropped her voice into a softer tone, "He isn't making fun of your life choices, he's just saying you're a loose cannon."

Keith pursed his lips as he felt his cheeks burn up, he was prepared to roll his sleeves up and show a hetero how a gay man takes care of business, but now he just felt stupid. "Oh..." He relaxed slightly and looked away from the glowering receptionist. "Sorry... not really, but kind of- sorta?" He offered with a small shrug of his shoulders.

The receptionist smirked slightly as he lifted a flyer off the desk and held it out to Keith, "I'll only accept it if you take one, cupcake," he winked.

Keith wasn't aware of the flirtatious intent behind those words, but Allura stood there with her jaw hanging in the air and her right eye twitching slightly as she watched Keith take the flyer reluctantly and fold it up. "Whatever," Keith grumbled as the rest of the group including Shiro and Olivia walked inside and began to get ready for the meeting.

Allura glanced between the receptionist and Keith before she slowly tugged on Keith's arm to drag him away from the smiling receptionist. "Why'd he call me cupcake?" He asked Allura as he stumbled after her.

Allura sighed deeply and shook her head as they sat next to each other, as far away from Shiro and Lance as they could get, causing Hunk and Lance to scoot down one seat with confused looks on their faces. Hunk probably thought he did something wrong since he had that anxiety thing, but Keith didn't think much about it as he and Allura sat together. They were bonded together now through the powers of gossip and treachery from boys.

He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to avoid any eye contact with Lance while he crossed his arms and legs. Allura and Shiro were casting little glances at one another whenever the other wasn't looking, which made Keith mildly annoyed. They clearly liked each other, so perhaps they could clear up this misunderstanding?

Olivia did her stupid little clap thing she did before every meeting and smiled so happily, Keith wanted to lean over and vomit into her Gucci handbag. "So first things first, how did the hang outs go? I sure hope they went absolutely swell!"

Swell? Who the hell said- suddenly Keith shivered when he had a flashback to the other night when Lance made Keith way too excited downstairs. He told Lance he was quote unquote 'Swell' when Lance tried to help him. He was so stupid. "Hunk and I went to a café; he managed to order his own stuff without my help!" Shiro offered as he gave Hunk a kind smile, making the Samoan boy blush.

Olivia gasped as she once again clapped her hands together, "I am so proud of you Hunk! What was it that helped you get to that point?" She inquired.

Hunk lowered his head and began fidgeting around in his seat in nervousness. "H-Having Shiro there made me feel..." His voice trailed off slightly as he bit his lip. "It made me feel safe enough to try something I normally wouldn't do."

Olivia smiled softly at Hunk as she placed a hand on Shiro's shoulder gently, "I am so happy that you felt safe enough to try something new, Hunk, it's the first step to getting better. And Shiro," she turned her gaze to the boy with the scar, "Did anything happen to you that made you feel better about your condition?"

Shiro became very quiet as he dropped his gaze to the floor and kind of shrugged Olivia's hand off of his shoulder. The group was silent as they awaited the answer that was keeping them on the edge of their seats, but Shiro shook his head quietly making the mood around them become thick with sadness.

"Well," Olivia sighed slightly as she jotted something down on the little clipboard she had on her lap. "PTSD is something you can't get over easily much like bulimia, cancer, dysthymia, and everything you all suffer from. PTSD has deeper effects on Shiro's mind and body that some of you wouldn't quite understand such as; nightmares that could cause insomnia, paranoia, mistrust, and even hypervigilance."

"But, there are things that we all can connect with him about though, right?" Katie asked as she raised her eyebrow.

Shiro seemed to grow smaller the longer the discussion stayed on him, but Olivia's next words made him look up with surprise. "Yes, even though his PTSD causes him to have symptoms you cannot relate to, there are some that you can relate to such as; anxiety, irritability, unwanted thoughts, and even loss of interest in things you may have once enjoyed."

The group looked around at each other quietly as she listed off things that affected them. Keith felt a strange feeling in his heart as he avoided looking in Lance's direction. He didn't connect with Shiro on a symptom level because he only had cancer. Unlike everyone around him, he could be cured through a few months' worth of chemo or even through a transplant, but they couldn't get a brain transplant and have their once so black and white worlds be given a new sense of color. He was the freak among the six of them and he didn't have a right to be at this meeting.

He was an outcast again.

"Katie, Allura, how was your hang out?" Olivia asked as she tried to steer the group away from Shiro to avoid him becoming anymore uncomfortable.

Katie shrugged slightly, "It was normal, we found out we had some similarities and we made our differences work so it was just a plain old uneventful time."

"That leaves Keith and Lance then, how was it?" Olivia turned her attention to the two boys sitting apart and furrowed her brow a little.

Uneventful was definitely not the word Keith would use to describe their time spent together; they had a bonding moment, they've been trying to catfish someone, they went shopping together, and they even made out and caused Keith to pitch a tent in his pants. The only word he could think of to describe their time together would be 'Eventful'.

"Well if you're asking if we tried to kill each other, no, we're friends now," Lance stated calmly as he sighed slightly from where he sat. He was stretching out his long legs and wiggling his foot around as he tried to avoid going into details about them being together. "I managed to keep down a meal last night, so that's the highlight of the last few days we spent together."

Olivia smiled and made a note, "Do you know what made you feel well enough to keep your food down?" She asked.

That's when Lance got stuck and Keith understood that Lance did not want anyone to know about the whole bathroom thing or even the moment when Lance was crying after seeing Lotor. He didn't want the group to know about the two times Keith was there for him when no one else was.

Keith cleared his throat and tried to play it cool for Lance, "We didn't really do anything besides watch movies together so maybe he's fixing himself?"

Olivia stared at Keith for a long moment and made the boy worry that she had seen through his lie for a second, until she shrugged and wrote something else down. "Okay then, new groups are Allura with Keith, Shiro with Katie, and Hunk with Lance. Let's get into the real meeting now," she adjusted her position on the seat and crossed her legs.

Lance looked across the circle and at Keith as he mouthed a 'Thank you' to him. Keith didn't know what Lance was saying since he had never been all that great at reading lips, so he assumed it was an insult and turned away from Lance's tourmaline gaze as he crossed his arms and legs again. He really wanted to leave this circle and never come back. Maybe Lance had an easier time lying about their time spent together, but Keith didn't want to ignore the fact that they had a bonding moment. He didn't want to lie to himself.

"Today we'll be discussing our feelings about our problems and with each meeting we have we'll dig deeper into our doubts and insecurities until we figure out the root cause for all of your problems before we start our journey to the healing process," Olivia stated and looked over at Katie. "Let's start with you then."

This part of the meeting bored Keith to death as he was forced to listen to everyone talk about what they were afraid of and why it scared them. Katie was afraid of learning her real identity because she didn't want to force the people around her to change their views of her so she could be happy. Allura was asked about her school life and what all her hard work she put into it could possibly mean, they all learned that Allura had fears of letting others down when she could do something to make them happier. It was pretty cliché if you asked Keith, but he thought everything was cliché and boring... except Lance of course. He couldn't stay focused during the meeting as he thought back to how it felt to have Lance tug on his hair, how good he felt when he held onto Lance's body as he kissed him all over. He loved the way his name sounded coming from Lance too, the way he said it made Keith feel excited and hungry for more of him. He wanted to see more of Lance, the stuff the boy never showed to anyone else. He wanted to feel Lance's hand tugging at his hair again as he squirmed beneath him as their skin rubbed against each other and he wanted to feel how it meant to be special to someone else. To be loved and cherished, everything he always wanted from someone else, but never had.

He was so lost in his imagination that he didn't even realize the group was staring at him as he awkwardly squirmed about in his seat, trying to not get too excited with his hyperactive mind creating scenes in his head that were a little too dirty to be having while at church. "Keith?" Olivia raised a ginger eyebrow in concern as the boy tensed up and turned bright red in front of everyone.

"S-Sorry," he mumbled and slouched in his seat, the memory of Lance's hot breath on his face still fresh in his memory. "What did you say?"

Olivia sighed and began to tap her pen against the clipboard. "I was talking about how you looked different today; do you know what those rebellious clothes could mean to you? Think hard about this one so we can really dig deep into your emotions and try to get to work on you."

Her wording made things a little worse for Keith's concupiscent mind. He couldn't think straight with the words 'Hard' and 'Deep' hanging out there, he was a very frustrated teen right now and the fact everyone was staring at him was soooooo not helping him in trying to not pitch yet another tent, but in church this time. God, strike him with lightning right now.

"Uh..." Keith started with a shaky voice as he tried to not look at Lance seated across from him doing his little leg thingy he had been doing for a while now. If he looked over at him he would be in one hell of a fight with his mind, "I uh guess, I just erm-" he coughed as his brow began to sweat slightly, "Really like the style!"

Olivia seemed taken back slightly as she frowned and leaned forward, "But what do you suppose it represents about your inner desires and fears, Keith?" She pressed.

His desires? Well if the group were allowed to see into his mind, Lance would so not be seen the same way again by everyone around them. He was a sexually frustrated teen, okay. He didn't know what anything meant and the fact that he was actively dreaming about such impure things with his friend made things so much harder for him; pun not intended. He swallowed down hard as he glanced at Olivia and down at his feet, "F-Fuck you," he said the first thing that came to mind making the group either chuckle quietly, look at him in horror, or just give little sighs of disappointment (that one was from Allura of course).

Lance sat up and looked at Keith with wide eyes, "Keith, you can't just say that!" He exclaimed.

Keith looked up at Lance and couldn't help himself from shouting, "Fuck you too!" He then added a "Literally" under his breath, but not loud enough for anyone to hear him as he jumped out of his seat and excused himself.

Olivia looked around the group, "Any ideas of what that was about?" She asked in bewilderment.

Hunk looked at the counselor and then at the doors Keith stormed out of, "Maybe he just has to pee?"

Keith stumbled into the empty lobby and rushed down the hallway to the bathrooms where he quickly kicked open the door and managed to get to the sink. He was a mess, his face was hot, his cheeks and ears were all red and he had even begun to sweat so much he looked like someone about ready to die from heatstroke. He twisted the handle of the cold water and listened to the liquid as it rushed down the drain, feeling himself relax a little. If he could describe his eyes then it would be a mixture of frustration and lust.

What was even happening to him? He never felt this way before about another person. Sure, he has had some impure thoughts, but never like this where had he actually thought about his friend so sexually. Why couldn't he be straight? He wouldn't have to worry about making Lance into some sort of object in his mind then, but then again he didn't want to forget this feeling he had inside of him when he thought about his friend.

Keith cupped his hands under the water and began to splash his face with cold water in hopes of cooling himself down quickly before he went back to the group. He was trying to brainstorm ideas of ways to get rid of this frustration he was feeling inside of him without being too obvious, when the toilet behind him flushed and the receptionist stepped out to wash his hands. Surely he was no older than twenty, right?

"How old are you?" Keith asked as he turned off his faucet and dried his face while the receptionist washed his hands next to him.

The receptionist raised his brown eyebrows and slowed down his hands a little bit as he looked down at Keith, "I'm nineteen... why? You interested?" He wiggled his eyebrows slightly.

Now Keith actually caught onto his active flirting and realized something. He leaned against the sink and thought really hard about what he wanted to do next. There were only three surefire ways of calming himself down right now; wait it out, try to fix the issue himself, or he could use the receptionist for his own personal gain. He knew how to make out now after all.

Keith reached up and grabbed the receptionist's bible camp shirt and pulled him down to place a rough kiss against his chapped lips. He didn't get that same fuzzy feeling he would get from being kissed by Lance, but this was fine. Within seconds the two of them were all over each other in the bathroom stall of a church. What the hell did Keith do to get here?

After about ten minutes, Keith emerged from the bathroom with his hoodie unzipped and Lance's shirt on backward. His hair was an absolute mess, but shit, he felt so much better now that he fixed his frustration brought upon him by the thoughts of Lance. He learned the receptionists name was Michael after calling him 'Receptionist' to his face while he and Keith were going at each other.

Who knew giving someone disgusting looks and bible camp pamphlets would be a good way of flirting. Keith could leave this meeting with a whole new perspective of churches that wasn't so holy. He saw the group slowly leaving the church, meaning he had spent his entire time with Michael in the dirty stall riddled with bible verse graffiti around them.

Allura was frowning as she left the meeting room with Shiro next to her as she tried to talk to him; they were both extremely upset about something, but Keith could not think straight as he stared at Lance as the pretty boy waited outside, texting someone on his phone. He couldn't deny the fact he was falling for Lance anymore since the entire time in the men's room he had that spicy Latino in his mind, but he didn't want to ruin their friendship with his own desires.

He decided that Lance and Nyma deserved a chance, so he pushed his feelings aside. "So," Michael fixed his hair as he left the bathroom, "Wednesday? Down for doing that again?" He asked as he bit his lip.

Keith waved his hand and dismissed the receptionist as he received a text on his phone. He quickly pulled it out and found himself smiling.

Lance McClain: Hey, do you want to go out to the café with Hunk and I? Allura can come too.

Keith felt a small flutter in his chest as he began to walk away from Michael, "Sorry buddy, it was a onetime deal."

He wasn't lying because it was true, he really only wanted to see Lance in the way that made his heart run a marathon and his stomach flip over in excitement.

He wanted to be with his friend.

Me: I don't like writing about dirty stuff

Also me: *has character pop one in the middle of church because he's having impure thoughts* *also has the character do questionable things in a church bathroom*

Well, sexually frustrated Keith is a thing now. This will probably be the themes of his chapters from now on.

He's a ball of dirty gayness and he doesn't know how to deal with falling head over heels in love for his best friend but I'm gonna torture you guys and make you watch Lance have a relationship with someone else other than Keith for a while :)

Love y'all
-Anri