The test for Bio came and went. The next day, Mr. Hale passed out the tests. Keith got an 88%. Not bad, but Lance's test was handed in face-down. Uh-oh. Lance thought. Please don't suck, please don't suck anddd...

"fuck."

He checked his phone. Keith sent him a picture of the grade on his test.

"Now." Mr. Hale started. "The average was a 74. So don't feel bad."

"I got a 21." Lance muttered.

Mr. Hale winced. "Yeah, don't feel bad unless you're Lance."

"Ouch." Keith mouthed, grabbing his heart and then sticking his tongue out at his boyfriend. Lance smiled and flipped him off.

"Gentleman." Mr. Hale said. "I know we don't have assigned seating but the seating will change after each test. I am pairing the highest scores with the lowest scores so that you can help each other out. Now I'm putting up the assignments on the projector. Please gather your stuff and take your seats accordingly."

YES! Lance's test was SO shitty that he was sitting with Keith. The whole class stood up and moved around to sit around the 5 groups of desks. Lance was on Keith's right and two classmates sat across them: Jack and Marie.

"How did you get an 88? We literally watched vines!" Lance exclaimed.

Keith shrugged. "It's the same shit from seventh grade."

"You paid attention in seventh grade?"

Keith smiled. "I think we're going to be sitting next to each other a lot."

"Everyone, eyes up here." Mr. Hale started, "We're learning about the human digestive system today..." He continued on and on. "The stomach can't digest everything including things like corn, chewing gum, and dyes. We're going to do an experiment- everyone, please get a blue cupcake from the front."

They all got a cupcake and took it back to their seats.

"The grocery store thought I was insane when I ordered 46 blue-dyed cupcakes for my classes." He grinned. "Now, note that not just the icing is blue, the actual cake is dyed as well. The human body can't break down an excessive amount of blue dye. You will see how long it takes for one cupcake to pass when you have your next... colorful performance." He paused. "In your words 'you're gonna shit blue'."

Keith looked over. Lance was already on his phone. He had eaten his cupcake and was paying no attention. Keith and the rest of the class ate theirs and reviewed the anatomy of the digestive system once more before Mr. Hale announced that there would be a short knowledge exam the next day, Monday and to study over the weekend.

---

"So class today was interesting." Keith said, getting into his car. He had been driving for officially 3 days now. Lance swung his backpack around and put it on the floor of the passenger side. He leaned in and kissed Keith.

"Sure. I accidentally killed Pidge in the Sims." He said.

Keith grinned, amused, and shook his head. "You're something, you know that?"

"Is that good?" Lance asked.

Keith started the car. "It's wonderful- like you."

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Keith was studying for a Pre-Calc test he had on Monday when he got a call from Lance.

"Hello?"

"Keith- thank Christ- my shit is LITERALLY BLUE! I THINK I NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL!"

Keith sighed. "Lance- what did we do in Bio today?"

"Uhh- eat a cupcake?"

"And?"

"It was delicious?"

"AND?"

"Now my shit is BLUE!"

Keith groaned. "My God Lance, it's blue because OUR DIGESTIVE SYSTEM DOESN'T BREAK DOWN BLUE DYE! THAT'S THE EXPERIMENT!"

"Oh. So do I need to go to the hospital?"

"No."

"Are you busy?"

"Not really."

"Wanna go on our first official date?"

Keith laughed. "Yeah, ok. I'll be by your house in ten minutes."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Bye Keith."

"Bye Lance."