Purple. All he remembered from that day was Purple. Purple eyes particularly. He didn't know the other's name, age-or really even gender. He just remember purple.

"Lance McClain are you even paying attention?!" yelled his ever so irritating Home ec. teacher. Lance looked up from his daydream. "hm? Yeah of course.." he lied, not even sure what the question was, he just didn't want to get into trouble.

The teacher droned on, giving them more useless information about various 'life skills' that nobody really cared about, but was forced to listen to, and Lance fell into a daydream of purple-eyed beauties in pastel clothes. 

Soon enough the bell rang for seventh period, and the usual, "the-bell-does-not-dismiss you-I do.'' talk was told, and students all fled through the door, many of them pushing and shoving to get through. Lance scooped his blinder and notebook up, and just hoped he wouldn't be home late. 

He was late. naturally. Lance was all alone in the empty hallways, (besides a student or so that was straggling behind. He unlocked his locker quickly, grabbing his things, and specific things he'd need to 'study' for, but would 'forget' to last minute.

He closed the locker with a mighty crash. The sound giving an eerie echo. Lance continued through the upper level, towards the stairs. Lance went down the horrible closed in hallway, and opened the door to the stairs where he would be released to the clear sunshine. Lance quickly discovered another figure. They were quick, as they raced down the stairs, fast-but amazingly quiet. 

The figure wore a short skirt(far from dress code) a black choker, a bright pink sweater, and a pair of space printed sneakers. Lance walked faster to keep up. The closer he got, the more details he noticed. Like how she clearly had tamed hair, but it was still loose, but still looked attractive. The pair of rose-studs she wore. He got as close as he could, but was distracted, and ended up tripping over himself, and tumbling down the stairs.

The stranger visibly jumped, and sped up. "hey-wait!" Lance yelled, picking up speed as well. The person ignored him, turning down a hallway, Lance did the same, trying not to breathe as heavy as he was, and make his steps light. But-it didn't work that well...Lance sounded like an elephant with a bad case of asthma.

But it didn't matter, the person went into a janitor's closet. Lance stopped. 'I should probably go...' the rational part of him thought, but then the not so smart, but more fun part said, 'yeah but don't ya wanna know who she is?' He gave into fun brain, and stuck around a while.

A pretty girl closed the door, a beautiful boy opened it. The only thing that was the same was the sexy black hair that drove Lance crazy. The boy looked around. He still had the galaxy shoes, but now wore black jeans, and black hoodie. Lance figured it would be best to follow.

Lance was yet to see the face of the person. he/she, kept turning around,-must have felt paranoid-. Lance wondered why, what had him-or her- done? Lance was lucky they lived in such a crowded city. He would have never made it so far. And that the person was slowed down by the crowded streets, because the he/she was very fast and agile.Soon enough the hooded person turned into an unoccupied alley, and Lance decided to speak up now-it wasn't like the person could go anywhere. "HEY!" Lance finally yelled-regretting it immensely. The person turned their entire body in one smooth move. Lance stopped in his tracks. "th-those eyes" he whispered."y-your eyes" he muttered, "th-they're-I know you" he said, internally freaked. The girl he'd had a crush on for all of his highschool years-come to find his senior year- was a boy?"w-what's your name?" Lance asked, faster than he knew what he was saying. The person pulled their hood off, and that black hair extended onto their shoulders. curling incredibly nicely. "why do you care?" they asked in an indistinct voice.He looked down with a wave of disappointment and hurt "well...I mean....well-I -please tell me" he said desperately. the other looked up, "which one do you want?" they asked with a sigh, "w-what?""what name do you want? I go by two." they said with a bored voice, like he got the question a lot. "both-please?" Lance asked softly. "Keith...." they mumbled, so quietly he almost missed it. "and Kiara.."