Lance sat at the diner as it had a classic rock and roll theme while Lance snacked on some fries with ketchup drizzled over the top with a coke in a bottle next to him.

"You look like a fucking loser with a broken heart," Keith sat next to him and stole a fry.

"You warm up quickly," Lance smiled at him and Keith dropped a notebook in front of him.

"If you want to do this then these are some rules I'd like to have, fake dating an' all," Keith said and Lance looked at them. "You can add any if you want,"

"No pet names? What kind of relationship is that? No ones going to believe that shit," Lance scoffed and read a few more until he ripped the paper out and threw it away.

"What the fuck Lance?!" Keith yelled.

"Yes or no," Lance said. "Holding hands?"

"Yes,"

"PDA?"

"No,"

"Arm around the shoulder,"

"No,"

"Booty touch?" Lance winked. Keith raised his hand and Lance let out a small scream.

"Okay that's a no!"

"Meet the family?" Lance asked popping a fry in his mouth.

"Um no..." Keith looked away and lances face softened. He remembered how Keith was bullied in middle school and got in a lot of fights for people making fun of him of mommy and daddy.

"How about yes, mine, I'm sure if people see to spending time with my mom and the whole bunch they'll believe it for sure, she was iffy with Allura but I'm sure she'll like you," Lance smiled brightly.

"How about dates?" Lance asked again and Keith raised an eye brow.

"Don't tell me your falling for me already McClain," Keith snorted.

"Instagram," Lance rolled his eyes.

"Alright fine, give me a ride in the morning?" Keith smirked. He always skated to school on his board.

"Okay," Lance agreed.

"I'll bring you coffee then," he shrugged and Keith raised an eye brow.

"I stop at Starbucks, my buddy works there, I'll write a little heart for you," Lance cooed and Keith rolled his eyes.

"I'll write you notes and you have to read them," the Cuban smirked and Keith looked at him suspiciously.

"What do you get from that little scam?" Keith asked stealing a drink from his coke.

"You have to kiss me," Lance smirked and Keith choked on the soda.

"No kissing!" Keith warned.

"Can either be on the cheek or lips, peck or you can grab my face," Lance shrugged and he looked at Keith smugly.

"God your such a fuck boy," Keith groaned crossing his arms over the counter and Lance stiffened a little.

"Excuse me?" Lance shook his head looking at Keith. "You kissed me before when your ex arrived,"

"And that makes me a fuck boy?" Keith smirked.

"Doesn't make me one!" Lance cried out.

"Not what I hear," Keith sighed boredly and Lance looked down stirring his drink with the straw.

"I get it that it's no compliment to being called that but-" "shut up Keith, never mind this was a stupid idea, don't worry about it, I'll just say it's a prank," Lance stood up and sighed grabbing his keys to his car but Keith pursed his lips and got up.

"Hey... I'm sorry I'm... I'm an asshole," Keith walked out the door following Lance but stopped him before he got to the car.

"No really?" Lance gasped sarcastically.

"What I'm trying to say I'm kind of a mess a-and I'm shitty at talking with people hell I'm bad with people in general," Keith sighed leaning back on lances car crossing his arms.

"I've been alone a lot of my life and when I met Shiro he turned it around, we where best friends before but... I lost him for two in one," Keith sighed running a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh.

"That's a different kind of apology," Lance pursed his lips.

"What I'm trying to say I can't always control myself cause I don't know how what I say effects people," Keith closed his eyes and Lance looked at him.

"I'll help you, if we do this I'll help you with that and we'll be like partners not just boyfriends, like space ranger partners under cover, aye samurai?" Lance wrapped his arm around Keiths shoulders and he glared at Lance.

"I'm half Korean and Texan," Keith said flatly.

"So do we have a deal? I won't let you be goth and emo and gloomy through this shit of a break up with a fellow bi man and make him beg for you to come back and you have to help me get revenge on my dad and ex," Lance pulled him close as he had an excited goofy grin that Keith hated but he kept his glare though they where practically nose to nose.

"Deal, but what I said before with the yes's and no's," Keith pushed him away poking his nose and Lance smirked punching the air.

"Starting tomorrow babe," Lance winked getting in his car.

"I'll text you my address to pick me up, just black coffee or whatever... And no pet names!" Keith cried out and Lance snorted shaking his head.

"I'll see ya later red," Lance said getting in the car and drove off as Keith narrowed his eyes watching him drive away.

What has he done?