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Nothing about this situation was right. Nothing. The amount of embarrassment Keith was suffering from was off the charts as his friends laughed at the red faced Lance and him in pure amusement. "This is better than any technological advancement," Pidge laughed loudly as she clutched her stomach.
Both Lance and Keith turned around to face her with deep frowns. "Not. Funny!" They yelled at the same time. The two glared at each other suddenly and Shiro looked around despondently, the amusement of the two's suffering seemed to not entertain him anymore.
"Do not copy me," Keith shouted at Lance.
Lance crossed his arms and pointed his nose into the air, "You're the one who copied me. You are a copy cat," He scoffed.
"That's it," Keith got up suddenly with his hands tossed into the air, "I'm going home."
"Me too." Lance fixed his loose T-shirt as he stood up as well.
Shiro sighed deeply and looked at his friends, "Go to the Locket Master building tomorrow and get your problems sorted out there."
Keith raised his eyebrows slightly, of course they could've just gone there and sort out this ordeal instead of arguing over it. The place provided compatibility tests to see if the locks had been accurate with the soulmate prediction. There was always glitches in the system, some people got stuck with the wrong soulmate on rare occasions so perhaps this was one of those rare occasions. Keith sure hoped so.
"Which apartment will they live in?" Pidge giggled mischievously.
"Not mine, we'll be in separate apartments," Lance grunted as he pushed past Keith and grabbed his jacket.
Keith grimaced at the thought of living in the same house as Lance, having to wake up to have the idiot watching his chic flicks like Legally Blonde. Having to lay down in the same bed with him and sleep together...the thought alone disgusted him. The problem was, if the two got the test and ended up being compatible (which would never happen) then by law they would have to live together just like Allura and Shiro were.
Keith rolled his eyes and opened the door to step out but Lance pushed him out of his way before tossing an 'I don't think so' look over his shoulder at him. "Ladies first, Lance," Keith stated dryly.
Lance gently flicked a strand piece of brown hair from his face in triumph, "That's right Keith, ladies f-" his eyes widened as he realized what Keith had said, "Oh you little shit," He growled and quickly picked up the pace as he stomped down the hallway.
Keith slammed the door shut and tried to leave the building before Lance as the two made a mad dash towards the exit. They were competitive by nature causing them to race each other at everything. It was something Shiro and the others were annoyed by but they ended up putting up with it in the end. They touched the door handle at the same time causing both men to glare at each other.
"Move your hand Keith." Lance demanded, his blue eyes narrowed trying to intimidate Keith.
Keith tilted his head, "Are you serious, my hand is clearly the first one to the handle since you're hand is on top of mine." He looked down at the metal handle to signal to Lance that in fact, he was the one who had touched it first.
Lance quickly moved his hand from the handle and shoved it into his pocket with the smallest hint of a blush on his face. "Whatever..."
Keith let out a small sigh and closed his eyes, it was his way of trying to calm himself down. He turned the handle and pushed the door open, allowing Lance to leave the building first. The two of them ironically lived in the same apartment building and that meant they would have to walk together. They were silent as they walked through the deserted park, it was midnight meaning that the curfew for rambunctious teens was in effect and the perverts would be out and about trying to find any stragglers who decided to stay out past their time.
Keith heard Lance stop walking suddenly, it caught his attention and he looked over his shoulder to see his nemesis looking down at the ground bleakly, 'this isn't your problem Keith, keep walking' he told himself and turned around to continue on his way back to his apartment but there was a little voice in his head that begged him to confront the sad looking man behind him. He had an internal struggle for a moment before letting out an exasperated sigh of distress before he turned around and looked at Lance with concern.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
Lance bit down on his bottom lip for a moment before slowly reaching up and touching the locket he had around his neck that contained Keith's picture inside. Lance glanced up at Keith for a moment before he straightened his posture and let go of the silver accessory to hold his hand out to Keith. "No matter what happens, let's try to be friends because I have a bad feeling we're going to be stuck with one another."
This took Keith by surprise. Maybe Lance was trying to be mature about this situation for once? Keith sucked in a deep breath and grabbed onto Lance's hand with an equally confident face but his purple eyes widened slightly in surprise by how warm the man's hand was. Maybe it was just because he didn't have gloves on but Lance's hand was warm and it felt welcoming as Keith breathed out slightly. He shook it quickly and nodded, "Okay, I'll be fine with whatever the outcome is if you are."
A small smile played across Lance's smooth skin, his blue eyes were brighter than earlier meaning the initial shock of it all must've subsided by now. "Wanna go home then?" He stated and let go of Keith's hand before stepping forward to continue their walk when his tennis shoes slipped on an unnoticeable ice patch under the thin lair of snow.
His body came crashing down into Keith, both sets of eyes were wide. Keith struggled to keep his balance as Lance fell roughly into his chest. The man's legs slid out from under him as he struggled to catch his footing. Keith didn't know how to handle holding up another person so he managed to grab Lance's old jacket and hold him still, silently thanking god that he wasn't standing on any ice patches otherwise it would end up like one of those god awful Chic Flicks.
It was an awkward position, Lance being held in Keith's arms and their hands gripping tightly onto one another's jackets in hopes of staying balanced. Keith's eyebrows were raised in concern, he didn't want to let go of his friend due to the fact that if he did, Lance could slip and fall on his face. Even though it would be hilarious for Keith to watch the idiot slip, he didn't want to be at fault for the accident all because he felt embarrassed to be seen holding the man clutching onto his sides for dear life.
"K-Keith, please don't let me go..." Lance looked up, his eyes wide and desperate as he begged.
This sight alone made Keith fight the urge to smile, Lance reminded him so much of one of those clumsy girls who fell into the romantic interest's arms and would look up at them with awe. However, the Latino who was on his chest wasn't looking at him in awe but rather embarrassment and fear.
This made Keith crack a smile and let out a small laugh that only lasted a moment. "Sure thing pretty boy," He chuckled and found himself wanting to stand there holding his friend like he was doing so for just a while longer, something about the situation made him feel oddly comfortable.
"D-don't call me that it sounds like you're hitting on me Mullet head," Lance stuttered, cheeks turning a faint pink as his thin coffee colored eyebrows dipped into a frown on his face.
Keith tilted his head slightly, trying to remember what he said before; he mentally facepalmed himself in agony. He had called Lance a pretty boy, something the idiot would take as an advance in the relationship. In his moment of embarrassment, Keith let Lance go, wanting to turn away from him but instead of him falling he wrapped his arms around Keith's waist as his shoes slid across the ice's surface again but only this time did the worst possible thing happen. Since Lance was taller and heavier than him, the weight he put on Keith's smaller body showed to be an issue as he fell backwards with Lance on top of him.
Keith winced as his head slammed against the ground roughly, the back of his skull throbbed from the contact with the ground. "Lance...you asshole," He grumbled and placed the palm of his hand onto his pale forehead in pain.
"A-are you okay?" Lance squeaked, his voice was a mixture of concern and pain as well.
Keith opened his eyes to see the stars gazing down onto him, he could see the Lynx constellation clearly; the silvery looking formation was made of eight stars in total. His vision was blurry from the impact mere seconds before but he pried the purple orbs away from the stars to look down to see Lance on top of his body with wide eyes. His arms were still wrapped around his waist and trapped under Keith's body but he didn't look like he were even slightly interested in how he was going to free himself.
Keith took in the features of the man slowly; his eyes slowly traced the thin brown eyebrows, noted how Lance's brown locks of hair fell onto his face at random, how red his nose was from the cold biting at it. His eyes were watery sort of, making it so that his eyes reflected the snow off of them. They were a deep ocean blue. Keith found himself wanting to lean over and push away some of the locks of hair that covered the man's face, just so that he could admire his features even more. Slowly he began to move his hand towards Lance, he was visibly shaking. It was hard to tell if it was from the cold or from the nervousness knotting up in his stomach that desperately screamed for him to take his hand away and hide it before he managed to touch Lance.
But Lance's eyes were watching Keith's hand as it inched closer, almost as if he were expecting something to happen. Instead of Keith doing something cute and romantic, his hand pressed against Lance's warm cheek and pushed him off of his torso roughly. "You idiot, get shoes with better traction next time!" He grunted as Lance toppled into the snow beside him.
Lance rolled over and sat on his hands and knees with a slightly disappointed look on his face. "You're so rude Keith, why did I have to be destined to marry you," He mumbled in a pout.
"You're so clumsy, why did I have to be destined to deal with you?" Keith retorted as he pushed himself to his feet slowly, careful to not push himself too far since his head was pounding with each movement.
"Touché," Lance whispered under his breath that visibly floated into the air like smoke.
The two managed to get up to their feet, Keith stumbled a bit but in the end they reached their apartment building. They lived on the same floor but Lance was directly in front of the elevator so he was able to quickly walk into his apartment before Keith could mutter a single goodbye to him. Keith rolled his eyes as he walked over to his door drowsily, he wanted to rest for the night as soon as possible. To finally be able to lay in his warm bed alone would be a blessing.
He twisted his key into his door and pushed it open to be welcomed by his barren apartment. It wasn't special, it was just a two bedroom with a large living room, kitchen, and a bathroom. Some would tell him it was the largest apartment in the building but it only felt like a temporary safe haven to him. There wasn't anything decorating the grey walls, there weren't any floor ornaments like plants that would make the place feel modern, he only had his little bit of furniture he had bought two years ago. He closed the door and slid off his boots slowly as he tossed his keys onto the tray on the table in front of his TV where he would usually sit and watch horror movies all night after he had solved a case. It was a way of congratulating himself for all his hard work; cake and movies that he could watch without cringing.
He stretched his arms above his head while he slid off his jacket and placed it onto the black leather couch as he walked by it, his head was feeling better now but it still hurt just a tiny bit. He walked past the dark kitchen and went straight to his room where he flipped on the lights. The room held a large queen size bed, a nightstand with an alarm clock, and a dresser with a mirror on top of it. Like the rest of the tiny home, there was nothing to it that made it feel warm and welcoming.
He slid off his shirt slowly and tossed it onto the floor before he changed into a pair of pajama pants for the night. He brushed his teeth, washed his face and did his normal before bed activities before he was finally able to pull back the black quilt on the bed and settle down alone under them. He considered buying a pet to keep him company in his apartment before but, he never felt as if he would be able to provide the love and affection that it would need. He grew up knowing little about love and how it worked. There had been a constant thought that had plagued his mind recently, 'What if I'm not capable of loving?'
He closed his eyes once his alarm was set and buried his face into his pillow. He just wanted to rest for the night before he had to bring his 'soulmate' to the testing center tomorrow to settle this misunderstanding, then he could resume a normal life again.
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