Kieth: "Lance baby look!" I said as I walked out from Lances wardrobe door. I put on a Metallica shirt that looked like a dress on me.
"Aww that's cute." Lance said while giggling a bit. "Excuse me? I am badass!" I try and take it off but then I feel a warm set of hands pull the shirt back down. "Keep it on, it suits you and your mullet" Lance said quietly into the crook of my neck. I feel my face go red as I push him off of me. "Why? Because it looks like some sort of dress?" " Hey! It's not your fault your just a small bean." Lance playfully picks me up and sits me on his lap, my legs straddling him as he sat on the bed. " Did you just compare me to a bean? A bean?! A FUCKING BEAN?!" I shout. "Um....yes last time I checked" he said as started stroking my hair. "Hmph!" I try and wiggle my way out of his grasp,but alas MY BEAN-NESS LET ME DOWN ONCE AGAIN!
Lances big blue eyes set on my dark brown ones, he gets a smug smile on his face as I start counting out loud. " what are you doing?" Lance giggles as I poke his face once again,still counting. "Counting your freckles." I say in a cute voice. Lance hides his face, " Stop! I don't like them!" "You should there adorable!"
Lance gently sets me off of his lap and walks into my room coming back with my drawer.
I give him a puzzled look as he only brings back the rest of my drawers. He starts pulling out his clothes from his wardrobe and tells me to go downstairs. " Why?!" I exclaim. "I'll let you have cheese if you do?" Lance bribes. I think for a moment and then leave the room in a huff. Stupid Lactose and tolerant.
I wonder what lance is Doing? All I hear is banging upstairs...
