Locker Neighbors (Klance)

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  To say the least, Lance was good with people.

He enjoyed talking, to an extent where people found him irritating.

Lance craved interaction.

Keith was an unintended bump in the road. Lance didn't want to meet a cute boy who he happened to have a locker right next to it, he just wanted to make some friends to make these next few months fun before heading back to Varadero.

Lance pulled open his locker as a small, torn piece of lined paper fluttered to his feet. He bent down, retrieving the sheet.

XXX-XXX-XXX
I finally found the courage to write this, text me
-Locker #1231

Lance automatically knew it was from Keith, the socially awkward boy.

Keith watched from around the corner, smiling as the faint line across Lance's lips curved upward. He felt himself let out a breath he was holding in unwillingly.

Keith made it to first period, his phone chimes.

XXX-XXX-XXXX: Hello?
Keith: Hello?
XXX-XXX-XXXX: Is this...?
Keith: My name is Martha.
XXX-XXX-XXXX: I know this isn't Martha.
Keith: If you're doubting my
Martha-ness, do you care to take a guess?
XXX-XXX-XXXX: hmm... Keith..?
Keith: You guessed it. I'll assume this is Lance?
XXX-XXX-XXXX: Yep.

Keith quickly changes the stream of numbers to a proper contact name.

"Mr. Kogane! Is your texting more important than this class?" The teacher shouts, Keith quickly puts his phone away, putting his head down in embarrassment.

Keith: Shit, my teacher just caught me, I've gotta go.
Lance: Okay, I'll see you after class.

Keith tries to focus, avoiding all thoughts of Lance.

Forty minutes later and Keith was home free. His phone vibrated in his pocket.

Lance: You out of class yet?
Keith: Yes.
Lance: You stopping by the lockers?
Lance: Maybe we could hang out later.
Keith: I'm headed to my locker now. What would we do if we hung out?
Lance: IDK, you could come chill with Hunk, Shiro, and I. That work?
Keith:Actually, I've got a test to study for tomorrow, maybe some other time.
Lance: Next week?
Keith: Lets hope.

Keith felt a sensation of dread wash over him, maybe Lance didn't feel the same.

Later that night, Keith received a message, rather alarming to say the least.