"Hey Keith..." Lance whispered into his ear.
He rubbed his eyes, everything blurry. "Lancey Lance?"
"Uh, yeah?" The Cuban boy blushed.
Yellow spots danced across Keith's vision in the darkness. He reached a hand behind Lance's head.
"K-Keith?"
Keith pulled him forward, and pressed his lips against Lance's.
After a moment, Keith pulled away. Lance stared at him. "Keith, wha-"
He pressed a finger to Lance's lips in response. "Shh, it's okay. This is just a dream. It happens every night, you know. But it's not real, so why am I bothering to tell you?" He mumbled to himself. Dark spots flashed in his sight. "Crap, I'm falling."
Keith fell forward, and everything faded. Including Lance.
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