Keith can't stop thinking about his screw-up last night. It's about the same time, too, maybe he should go over...

Keith ran out of the house after Lance asked what was wrong. He wasn't ready to tell him. It started as a strike but little by little, after noticing Lance's every details, Keith started to genuinely crush on the boy.

Keith shook his head, It's so stupid. But it wasn't, it was just inconvenient.

Keith looked back at the clock for the hundredth time, 11:53. It's obviously dark enough to go, but should he? He probably does owe Keith an explanation.

Keith sighed, shoving a hand through his hair and rolling his eyes at himself. He grabbed his red and black leather jacket and left his... home. He made his way onto the New York streets and trudged through the rain and mud puddles left over. To Lance's house he goes.

Sorry it's a very short chapter! Next one is going to be interesting, to say the least!