*DJ Khaled voice* Another one

Lance's POV

O O O

Something tickles my nose, and I smile tiredly, my eyes still closed. It's something soft against my skin and smells like some cheap shampoo but it's still one of the most amazing scents I have ever smelled. I nuzzle my nose deeper in the source of this euphoria I'm feeling right now.

I feel something press against me, and it seems like my legs are tangled in someone else's. It's almost completely quiet except for my steady breathing mixed with someone else's. For once I enjoy the silence and this warmth pressed against me.

My hand is entangled in something smooth and soft and I peek my one eye open to see raven hair just in front my face. I feel someone grip my arm and I fall asleep again, hugging Keith closer to me, always with a small smile on my face.

O O O

When I wake up again the feeling of the warmth and euphoria is completely gone. There is just this faint smell of him left and the mattress feels much colder. My arm is outstretched on it but there is no Keith who is gripping it. I hate the silence now and I hate that everything that is heard is my unsteady breathing and the low hum of machines.

"Keith", I whine and my throat is sore. I tastes awful in my mouth and I don't doubt I have the worst morning breath of all times. Which must mean I slept very well.

I mumble his name again but I know I'm alone in his own room. He left me. Of course he did. This was nothing but a big mistake.

I sit up and rub my eyes, yawning, scratching the top of my head and desperately in need of a very cold shower. I hope I can cool down my thoughts, then.

My eyes scan the room and I nearly scream.

On the floor, against the wall, is Keith sitting and staring at me like he might lose his mind any second. It's the worst kind of anger but I don't miss the fear flash over his eyes. His face is scrunched in acrimony, and he's glaring at me like I did something very wrong. Did I? If anything we both did something wrong.

But what if it felt very right to me?

"Out of my room", he says and his voice is low but this is not the same voice that I heard last night. This voice doesn't calm me down. This voice can't put me to sleep.

This voice terrifies me and so does his words.

"Keith... What..."

"Out... of my room, Lance." He takes a deep breath but it's still shaky. He must be furious and I can't understand why.

I feel a pang in my chest which sucks out all of my remaining oxygen. I feel betrayed, ashamed and humiliated. All at once. I'm still kind of in my sleepy state which makes me feel much more. I heard that you get very emotional when you first wake up because you still reflect about yesterday.

But now the only emotion I'm feeling is anger.

"What the hell, Keith." My voice is still weak and I need to clear my throat to put in some more severity. Keith looks away and brings his legs up to his chest, hugging them and glaring at the floor. "You can't just kick me out..."

"I can and I will", he snaps and the bitterness in his words almost burn me to ash. "Get the hell out."

"What, no..."

"Lance, get out of my room now!" Keith suddenly stands up and his loud voice is rumbling, hitting his walls and bouncing back to my ears. I blink at him and this Keith is not a Keith I want to see. This Keith is awful. This Keith is mean.

Suddenly I feel captured in his own room and I hastily stand up and slam my hand on the button to open his doors. I run out his room with something burning stuck in my throat and my eyes seeing in a kind of blur.

His words echoes in my ears and I think that this is one of the worst mornings in my life. It could have been perfect but he just ruined everything. But I ruined everything too by going to his room in the first place. This was probably too fast for him and I admit that it is for me too. If I just stayed in my room we would probably continue in our new relationship slowly, build up on our friendship step by step.

I bolt into my room and jump into my bed, burying my face in my pillows but this pillow doesn't smell like him. It smells boring. It smells like I would.

I try to stop shaking but my whole body is too startled to calm down. I bite my lip and decide to just stay hidden in my room for an eternity.

Keith's face constantly flash before my eyes, even if their open or not. I'm going to have this image stuck in my head for a while now, and if Keith don't smile at me for the rest of my life, his angry face is the only thing I'm going to remember.

That's it. I'm never leaving this room again.
But then I remember something, and I curse under my breath.

My slippers. I somehow managed to forget them in his room.

O O O

Well, so much for staying in my room for an eternity.

Hunk slightly stomp on my foot under the table to catch my attention. Keith's chair in front of me is empty and so is my heart. I stir in my food goo and hum to inform Hunk I'm listening.

"Where's Keith?" he whispers like he was saying something forbidden. I wish Keith's name was forbidden to say so I don't have to hear it anymore.

"Why should I care? He's probably listening to punk music in his room, or something." Since I first entered my room this morning I have been on the verge of tears, and I despises it. I'm such a crybaby.

Pidge looks up at us and Shiro constantly looks over at the entrance to the dining hall, like Keith would show up any second.

"You've been in better terms with each other recently, so I figured you might know where he is..." I look over at Hunk at my left side and his face is open. Bright. Even if his face expression shows he's worried. I don't know how he manages to look so sweet and kind all the time but that's the biggest part of why I love him like my best friend. And I hate that my strange behavior makes him this perturbed.

"Well, I don't know where he is and I don't care in the slightest", I snap but regret it the very next second. Hunk's eyes widens and his thick eyebrows is wrinkled in a sad expression. I mentally slap myself. You just don't snap at Hunk. He never deserves it.

"But I care", Shiro says solemnly and stands up, pushing his bowl to the side. "I'm going to go and get him..."

He's interrupted by Allura running in, her hair a white mess and her eyes frantically looking around the dining hall. She has her armor on and I already know something is very wrong.

"The red lion is gone", she says. "And so is Keith."

O O O

My emo son is not overreacting he's just very reckless.