Lance stared out of his classroom window silently, his cheek resting on his hand.

He had never liked physics, much less understood it.

He really just wanted to go home, so that he could sleep, or play video games or... do literally anything else but this.

He wished that school was at least a little bit entertaining, but alas, the world doesn't work that way.

And then, as if God himself had answered Lance's prayer, the bell rang to signal the end of lesson.

Lance stuffed his things into his bag and was one of the first ones out of the classroom, he almost missed his teacher screaming after him about "-homework better be done by Friday or else."

Almost.

"Yes Mr Clark." He called over his shoulder before sprinting away.

Lance wasn't the most coordinated person even when walking, so it was no surprise to him when he fell flat on his ass a few seconds later.

He groaned and looked up to apologise to the person that he had run in to, only to look away again just as quickly.

Keith Kogane stared down at him, a look of pure irritation on his face.

"Is it that hard to walk like a normal person you moron?" He said through gritted teeth.

Lance didn't reply, he was still on the floor staring at nothing so that he wouldn't have to look at him. His heart was pounding, his thoughts scrambled so that he couldn't quite understand them.

Keith rolled his eyes and looked down at Lance again.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice softening slightly as he held a hand out to help him up.

Lance's eyes flickered to look at Keith's hand and then finally, he looked up into his purple eyes.

He took the hand after a second of hesitation and let Keith pull him up.

"Well...? You didn't lose your last few brain cells when you hit the floor did you?"

"I'm fine." Lance said quietly, shaking his head to clear the fog that had fuzzled his thoughts.

Keith hadn't spoken nicely to Lance in over a year. Not after what had happened.

And yet here he was helping him up and asking if he was okay?

Keith looked him up and down one more time before his eyes went cold again.

"Well watch where you're going next time dipshit." He spat before turning around and walking away.

Lance sighed as he watched him go.

He really wished that things could just go back to the way they used to be.

Well... not exactly the same, he'd have to cut a few dickheads out of his life.

"Hey Lance, why the sad face?" Shay asked, suddenly appearing in front of him with Hunk and Pidge.

Lance jumped and then smiled slightly when he saw his friends.

"Oh nothing... just thinking about the physics homework I have to do tonight." He mumbled.

But they had already started walking, only half listening for his reply.

Lance sighed and pulled his bag more securely onto his back before following.

He was quiet for the ride home, his thoughts occupying him plenty. When Hunk finally pulled up outside his house he thanked him and said goodbye to the others before going straight in and up to his bedroom.

Keith. Keith. Keith. Keith. Keith.

That was all that he could think about.

Lance had never meant to hurt him, and he had certainly never meant to lose him, but fate had a funny way of screwing him over when he least expects it.

It hurt too much to think about.

The brunette tried to distract himself as much as possible. He cleaned his room first, picking up all his dirty laundry - ;) - organising his school things, changing his bed and doing all of the other things that his mother had been nagging him about.

When he was done, his thoughts instantly went to Keith's beautiful purple eyes and the freckles that dusted his nose and his soft black hair and- Nope. No. Stop it Lance.

He groaned loudly and pulled at his hair before getting up and going downstairs. He jumped when he saw his mother at the kitchen table.

"Mama? I thought you were working late tonight?"

"Hey son, Zethrid said she'd take my shift because I've been working so much." His mother replied, her warm smile contageous enough that his lips pulled up into a smile of his own.

"How was school today?"

"Eh... it was okay. I didn't get much homework, Pidge is thinking about starting an astrology club, I ran into Ke- uh an old friend..." Lance rambled to his mother while he cleaned the countertop with a damp cloth.

She looked at him with a sad smile.

"You're cleaning again mijo... What's wrong?"

Lance froze and looked up at his mama. She always knew when he was bothered by something, then again he cleaned a lot when he was upset. Maybe it had become a habit.

Lance sighed and shook his head.

"Nothing's wrong exactly I just... I don't wanna think right now." He admitted quietly.

His mother seemed to accept that and nodded as she sipped from her coffee cup, when she was done she smiled at him.

"Well there's not much to do downstairs... but if you really want to distract yourself then the attic needs a good clear out. Just make sure you rest dear and be careful if you go up there."

Lance grinned and walked over to peck his mother's cheek.

"Thank you, I'll be careful. Te amo mama!" He called as he ran up the stairs, he could hear her chuckling as he went.

Lance pulled at the wire that hung down from the small square door in the ceiling, it opened slowly and a ladder extended down until it touched the floor.

Lance smiled as he climbed up, finally pleased that he had a satisfactory distraction. He switched the attic light on and saw how truly messy it was.

He was gonna be busy for a while.

~~

Around three hours later, Lance had thrown away most of the trash in the attic, dusted all the cobwebs, swept the floor and now he only had two cardboard boxes to sort through.

Lance wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his t-shirt and then began sifting through the one on top.

He found some sort of photo album, sky blue in colour and almost bursting it was that full of pictures. He undid the clasp and carefully opened the album onto a random page, gasping when he realised what it was.

The first photo he saw was of him, as a baby. He was crying in the photo, tears streaming down his chubby red face. The caption underneath said 'Lance doesn't like medicine.' Lance laughed softly and set the album aside to take to his room and look at later.

He threw away some more junk that he found in the box, occasionally getting up to put something away elsewhere, until he came across the last item.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at it skeptically.

"Where the heck did this come from?" He mumbled to himself, inspecting the dusty bronze item that he could only describe as a very thin, very old teapot without a lid.

He picked it out of the box and coughed a little as the dust flew into the air around him. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away the grime on the teapot and found five words engraved there in italics.

"Your wish is my command." Lance read aloud.

He shrugged and put the teapot next to the photo album. He'd ask his mother about it later.

After another half an hour, he had finished sorting through the last box. He smiled as he looked around at the much cleaner room before letting out a big yawn.

Lance's watch said it was ten thirty. He had been cleaning longer than he thought. He grabbed the photo album and the teapot and made his way out of the attic.

His mother had gone to bed apparently as only the hallway light had been left on. He turned it off and walked into his room. He put the teapot and the photo album on his bedside table and went to his bathroom to take a quick shower.

When he had finished with his shower and done his skin routine, he pulled on some boxer shorts and climbed into bed.

He looked at the teapot for a few minutes, wondering why he hadn't just thrown it out with the other junk and then he shrugged and turned over on his side.

His thoughts slowly began to drift to Keith again, specifically the day that Keith left.

"I wish Keith would just realise I'm sorry..." he mumbled to himself, his voice slurred from exhaustion.

As Lance fell asleep that night, he thought he heard whispering...

"Your wish is my command."

But it was probably nothing.