"What? How do you not like chocolate? It's great." Lance raised his brows towards Keith, happily eating a chocolate ice cream cone.

Keith scrunched his nose, shrugging as he licked his vanilla cone. "I like chocolate— like.. candy. Just not ice cream. I prefer vanilla."

Lance shook his head. "You're insane."

It was currently 1:26 in the morning, and the two were currently sitting in a McDonald's parking lot, eating ice cream and discussing flavors."

Keith shuddered again. "Ya know, I don't think being wet,  I don't think fall weather and ice cream is gonna help." He chuckled, quite cold now.

Lance raised his brows, smiling. "Yeah, I should probably get you home before you catch hypothermia or something."

Keith chuckled. He didn't think that was exactly how it worked, but he wasn't going to argue with Lance, especially when the other was now his ride.

The two finished up their ice cream, heading back for the truck a few minutes later. As they climbed inside, Lance turned the radio back on softly, pulling out of the parking lot. "Which way?" Lance asked.

Keith looked around. "Mm.. up the hill. Two lefts and then you're there. Not far."

It was now just the radio, Thriller by Michael Jackson now playing. "So.." Lance drew out, tapping the wheel quietly as he drove. "You and James?" He raised an eyebrow, pulling out of the parking lot and heading in the direction of Keith's house.

Keith had to think about what Lance was asking for a second. He honestly hadn't thought about James until he stormed out of the party. "Oh.. oh! No- no no no- we're... we're not a thing." He said, his voice fading as he looked to the window awkwardly.

Lance slowly nodded. "Are you sure? I saw you two hanging out when I was dancing with Allura. I saw the way he was looking at you."

Keith scrunched his nose. "No. There's no possible way James likes me. Nuh uh." He huffed softly, wanting to change the topic because he knew it was true. "But what about you and Allura, hm? She looked ready to make out with you."

Lance groaned, letting the back of his head hit his head rest in aggravation. "Keith, I already told you, I don't like Allura anymore! We used to go out. She was drunk, saw me, and tried to hook up with me again. When I saw you run out, I excused myself from her."

"Did you kiss?" Keith asked, the corners of his lips curling into a small frown, staring at Lance intently, his big purple-grey eyes cloudy with disappointment.

Lance went to answer but had to stop himself. "No.. we-.." Lance's voice faded. His hands curled around the steering wheel tighter, taking a small gulp.

Keith watched him, his eyes flickering from his hands and back to his face. "Did you kiss?" He asked again, frowning now.

Lance sighed, obviously upset. He leaned his elbow against the door, running a hand through his waves. He was silent for a few more minutes, listening to whatever song was playing softly for a moment. "We did.. but it was a quick, brief, one-time thing! That's when I tried to get away and saw you! It meant nothing. She kissed me!"

Keith let out a small scoff and plopped back in the seat, crossing his arms as he looked out the window. "Nice. So I'm side-chick."

Lance pulled up Keith's street. "What?! No. Keith- I- I literally just gave you my jacket, took you out for ice cream and I'm driving you home! Does it look like I still like Allura?" He asked in aggravation.

Keith was quiet, sighing quietly. "I don't know." He murmured. "The second apartment building up here."

Lance slowly came to a stop at the building Keith had told him. Keith unbuckled and began to collect his things, looking over his phone again before just tossing it into his hat to hold.

Lance frowned sadly, watching him. "Keith.. seriously. I'm sor-mmPH!"

Keith was kissing him.

Keith.

Keith!

HOLY SHIT!

It had all happened too fast for Lance to comprehend. Keith had quickly lunged over from the passenger seat, cupped the back of his head and slammed their lips together.

Lance let out a soft hum, just flowing with the rhythm of Keith's lips. His eyes fluttered shut, moving over a little to kiss the other. He cupped Keith's cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin.

As fast as it had happened though, Keith was already pulling away. "G'night, Lance." He murmured with a gentle smile. Lance mirrored his smile, letting out a soft laugh.

Before Lance could react from what had just happened Keith was getting out.

Keith was shutting the door.

Keith was walking to his house.

Lance was still sitting there with the same dumb smile on his face.

"G'night, Keith."

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A/N- I'm so sorry for the inactivity on my stories! I still love VLD and Klance, but I just don't haven't found the motivation to write lately. Hopefully I'll be back now!!