I sighed rolling out of bed. I had a pounding headache and I regretted the couple drinks I had last night. I typically don't drink, especially when we play, but I surprisingly felt like it.

I shuffled to the bathroom and rubbed my face. I washed up and slipped on my pants fixing my hair. I squeezed a generous amount of toothpaste onto my toothbrush and wandered around brushing my teeth. I walked out onto the balcony attached to my dorm and leaned on the railing still brushing my teeth.

Then, I saw Lance. He was dressed nice and clean. His hair perfect and a grin given to him by god himself. I nearly spit and I hurry back inside and rinsed. I pulled my shirt on, grabbed my bag, and all in one swift motion, I was out the door quickly going down the stairs.

He stopped and waved at me with a kind of half smile. I froze with only two steps left. I smiled and waved back. His attention adverted when Pidge called his name and they started on their way to class. Shit.

"Hmm, maybe one of these days you'll pour your heart out to him and live happily ever after." Shiro smirked leaning against the brick dormitory building.

"Ha. Ha. You know I can't stand him." I glared.

"Oh sure, that's why you act like a lovesick teenage boy around him." Shiro laughed clapping his hand on my shoulder.

"Whatever, he's all handsome, and neat." I scoff.

"I don't think that's stopping those hormones of yours."

"Okay, but I don't even know where to start. I can't just walk up and talk to him. We've only talked once; it was in line for coffee and he just asked if the latté's were any good." I huffed.

"It's a start. I mean, after all, he waved at you this morning."

"He waves at everyone." I pulled my satchel strap over my shoulder.

"I'm good friends with his friends, I'll find out what I can." Shiro said confidently.

"Oh that he's straight and has a girlfriend." I looked at him curiously.

"He does?" Shiro gave me a discouraged look.

"No, but I'm assuming." I checked my phone. "I have to get to class, it's on the north end of campus."

"I'll find out what I can!" Shiro called still hopeful.

I was bored listening to Mr. Coran's lecture on the importance of doing your assignments as soon as they're given to you. Finally class ended and I checked my phone.

Shiro: I got some info.
Shiro: he's single
Shiro: and most importantly; he's bisexual.
Me: are you messing with me?

I felt my chest go hot for a brief moment.

Shiro: no and Lances friends all agree you two are perfect for each other
Shiro: they want to meet you (and make a game plan)
Me: are you serious? A game plan?
Shiro: Yup, we're meeting up at the café on campus in 10. I know you don't have class so don't even think about bailing.
Me: Fine.

I began to head in that direction and I could already feel the embarrassment. I mean, at least I already sort of have his friends' approval.

I walked in a few minutes early and sat at a table. It wasn't long before Shiro showed up with two others. I know them by name (Pidge & Hunk), but I've never actually talked to them.

I was bouncing my leg nervously and they sat down in the chairs across from me, and Shiro sitting beside me. "So, this is the guy who had an interest in our precious boy."

"Look, please don't tell him. I'm already embarrassed Shiro told you." I plead.

"Fine, but we have a few questions."

"Okay?"

"What are you majoring in?" Hunk asked stolidly.

"Biomedical science."

"Minor?" Pidge asked in a similar fashion.

"Cellular biology."

"We heard that you are in a band? Is that something you plan to pursue?"

"No, I just do it for extra cash. I enjoy it for the most part though." I felt nervous, almost like this was a test, and if I pass, Lance would walk in and say 'congratulations! I'm in love with you!'

"Hmm, I see." Pidge thought, "When are you playing next?"

"Tomorrow. At a party just down the road." I hesitated.

"Do you think you can write a song in that amount of time?" She gave a worried look.

"If you're suggesting writing a song for him I already have one half way done. Plus we'll have to practice a bit. If I try I can make it." I said slightly skeptical this would turn out as I hope.

"This will be perfect. You do that and we'll take care of the rest."

"You sure this will work?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Lance is secretly a hopeless romantic. I think he'd die if he found out you wrote a song about him." Hunk smiled.

I smiled at the thought of Lance huddled up watching romcoms in his spare time.

I went back to my dorm when the day was over and sat on the porch in my own nest of blankets. I always used a certain blanket to lay on the ground so I wasn't on the cement. I wracked my brain for the right words but nothing sounded good enough.

I was laying down with my head propped up on the blankets and one leg crossed over the other. I was flicking my pen against my leg trying to concentrate. I turned my head to look at the courtyard and saw Lance walking across. It was late and it was just barely dark enough for lamps to be on. I smiled and jotted down another lyric. I added the tunes and notes before feeling it was complete.

This is going to fail. I felt waves of panic wash over me. We barely had any time to practice the song. It sounded okay the last time around but this had to be perfect; no mistakes.

We were setting up our equipment while basic and generic music played over the speakers. Pidge tapped my shoulder and I turned. "He isn't here yet."

My legs were practically noodles at this point. If all goes terrible, I can act like the song was never for him and he can forever remember me as a crappy artist. The music died and I flipped on the microphone.

I gave our typical intro and whatnot but then we began to play. After an hour or so I saw Lance wander in. His hands were in his pockets and he leaned against the wall watching us perform. This wasn't uncommon but it was far more nerve-recking coming from him. We finished the song and everyone cheered drunkly. I glanced at Lance who was clapping with a smile occasionally hollering with the drunks playfully.

I announced it as our last song of the night and we began to play the song.

I stayed as cool as I could but frequently made eye contact with Lance. There came a point when there was no shrugging it off and I kept my gaze locked on him.

"I see you, you're walking' cross the campus..." I sing loosely trying to seem carefree despite my heart beating so fast it just feels like humming in my chest.

I tried to tear my focus from Lance and redirect it into being more entertaining for the audience.

"In the afternoon you're out on the stone and grass. And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class." I repeated. The music continued a little longer than the lyrics before ending abruptly.

I smiled getting loud cheers from the audience. Lance was clapping and cheering along with them.

I set down my guitar and jumped off the stage. I made my way to the kitchen and looked at the picked over snacks. I grabbed a water and a handful of bugles, but when I turned around, my body froze.

"Hey," Lance smiled his charming smile.

"Oh, hey." I suddenly felt incredibly self conscious.

"I really like your music, I can't believe I haven't heard you before. My friends dragged me here going on about your band." Lance chuckled.

"Um, what about the last song?" I asked boldly.

"That one was my favorite. You know, sometimes I see you laying on your balcony." Lance raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? I like the view." I spoke nervously. "You spend a lot of time on the courtyard."

"Yeah, well, what can I say?" He smiled mimicking me, "I like the view."

I chuckled and glanced around the room. "So, I don't know how else to tell you, without outright saying it. But I wrote that song for you. It's... well it's about you." I rubbed my neck.

"Really?!" Lance's eyes lit up. "I mean- really?" He said it cooler the second time.

"I know it's sorta cheesy, but..."

"Keith, would you like to go out sometime?" Lance asked.

"Yes." I said a little too quickly.

"Finally, I've been waiting for months." Lance rolled his eyes.

"Wait what?" I asked dumbfounded.

"I've been trying to get your attention for months." Lance said putting his number into Keith's phone. "You didn't make it easy to be patient either, mr. I'm-going-to-brush-my-teeth-out-on-the-balcony-shirtless."

Keith couldn't help the smile that was spreading. "To think we've been pinning each other this entire time."

"You better text me. And don't do that 'wait a week so I seem cool' stuff." Lance laughed.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Keith smiled amused.