Lance sighed. He hated school. He had a test that day and he was pretty sure he had failed. He fell on his face in front of Allura, who he had had a crush on since 6th grade. He just wanted to go lay in bed. He walked up to the door of his house and pulled out his key, only to find that he didn't need it. The door was slightly open. That's weird, he thought. No one should be home yet. Slowly, he opened the door and stepped inside. "Hello?" He called. The floor was covered in glass from the broken window across the room. Suddenly a figure shot out from another room towards the broken window. "Hey!" Lance yelled. The figure stopped and looked at Lance. He could see now that is was a boy, about his age. The bottom half of his face was covered by a bandana like thing.

Lance stared at the boy. He had a jet black mullet. Those eyes though. The eyes were what really struck Lance. They were a startling shade of violet. He looked vaguely familiar but Lance couldn't place his name. He was snapped out of his reverie when the boy ran and jumped out the window. Lance tried to follow him. But by the time he got outside, the boy was long gone.

That night, Lance thought about that boy as he lay in bed. Nothing had been stolen, so they hadn't called the police. But why did he break in if not to steal something? The last thing Lance thought about before he fell asleep was that boy.

The next day Lance took the bus to school. He was planning to tell his friends Hunk and Pidge about the strange boy. As he was getting off the bus he saw something. A flash of violet. He looked at the boy who had broken into his house. He remembered his name now. "Hey!" he yelled at the boy. Keith turned around. His eyes widened when he saw Lance, and he started to run. Lance chased after him. They got behind the school before Lance caught up with him. He grabbed Keith's arm, and pushed him up against the wall. He tried to break free, but Lance was stronger than he anticipated. "You're the kid who broke into my house." Lance said. Keith scoffed. " You don't even know my name, do you?"

"Yeah, I do." Lance said defensively, "You're Keith." Keith looked confused. Clearly he wasn't used to being recognized. Keith stopped struggling, apparently realizing that Lance wasn't going to let him go.

"Why did you break in if you weren't going to steal anything?" Lance asked. Keith looked annoyed. "Well I was going to, but then you interrupted me."

"I'm sorry I inconvenienced you." Lance's voice was dripping with sarcasm. Since he was shorter, Keith had to look up slightly to glare at Lance. The sun sparkled in his eyes. "You're eyes are pretty." Lance said impulsively. Keith stared at Lance. Lance mentally kicked himself. Did he really say that out loud? They stared at each other in silence. "So are yours, " Keith muttered. Lance stared at Keith in surprise. He grinned. "Did you just say my eyes are pretty?" Lance asked, somewhat giddily. Yes, you idiot." Keith replied. At this point, their faces were inches apart. What's happening? Lance thought, Am I really going to kiss this boy who broke into my house? Lance took another look at Keith's beautiful violet eyes and decided Yes, yes I will. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Keith's.

His lips were softer than he expected. They tasted very strongly of coffee. Black coffee. Lance ran his fingers through Keith's mullet. This was Lance's first kiss, but he wasn't going to admit that to Keith. When they finally broke apart, Keith smirked. "What's so funny?" Lance asked. "Well, " Keith grinned, "You went from being mad at me for trying to rob you, to kissing me." Lance sighed. "Well, I can go back to being mad again, if you want."

"Shut up."

And they kissed. Again.