June 28th
8:16 Am

Lance dreamed. he dreamed that he was outside, the grass shimmering a light blue, and the sky was a bright scarlet red. He watched as the sky and the grass danced with one another, creating a purple hue towards the direction of the sun. He loved how the wind seemed to dance along too, as if it wanted to be just as glorious as them. 

Lance reached out his left hand and brushed his finger tips amongst the dancing grass, thrilled at it's soft, silky touch. A smile drifted upon his face as he began to walk towards the purple hued sunset, his steps leaving swirls of ocean blue as he felt like he could just lift himself from the ground, and dance as well.

~

"Lance?"

Lance opened his eyes to an eery light, and noticed he was no longer in the fields. He was back in the hospital, and Keith hovered over him, his shadow casting above him. "Lance? you alright?"

Lance nodded, puzzled at why Keith had asked such a question. That's when he realized tears had built up in his eyes, and glistened down his cheeks. That's when he realized, he'd never be as free as he was in the dream he had. Never again.

***

Keith had spent the entire day with Lance after that. Keith didn't understand why, but he felt like he needed to be there. he felt like he needed to keep Lance happy. So that's what he did. Every time Lance would cry, Keith would try his best to cheer him up. no matter how cheesy his jokes were, Lance always seemed to laugh. Keith loved it.

Lance never knew it, but each time Keith would get him to smile, Keith's his heart would flutter as if a thousand butterflies were locked inside, ready to escape. Whenever he could get Lance to laugh, his soul would spin in circles. Keith didn't understand why this happened, but he loved it. In fact, he began to crave it. He craved to see Lance smile, and laugh. This confused him, but he loved it.

Lance looked at Keith, a strange feeling rising in him as he laid back against the pillows in his bed, "Hey Keith? do you know how to dance?" He asked half consciously as he stared out the window at the sun-kissed Sky. Keith looked at Lance, his mind searching.

"Sort of. I'm not the best at it" He replied, his purple eyes resting on Lance's right hand. he reached out and took it, helping Lance out of bed, and avoiding knocking his left arm out of the sling it now laid in. Lance felt his heart shake in excitement as Keith smiled, and scanned his phone, choosing the song "Just the way you are" By Bruno Mars.

Keith began to move to the song, and immediately, lance's mind trailed back to the dream he had. Lance gently squeezed Keith's hand as he began to dance along, his eyes trailing along Keith's face. He noticed Keith's eye's sparkle as they began to dance together as one, and he didn't want to look away. it seemed like the song was over too fast, but at that moment, the ending of the song, Keith's arms hugged lance's neck, and lance's right arm hooked underneath Keith's arm, his hand holding firmly onto his shoulder.

both smiled at each other, and both of their eyes seemed to shade a hue of purple as the night dawned upon them.

Keith let go, a red haze brushing his face as he let Lance hop back into his bed. He too, had a red brushed face. Lance was confused by what he felt, Hmm.. I have an idea.. He thought and looked at Keith, "Hey keith, I think we should be best friends. Not just ordinary friends" He said, but even as Keith nodded, he knew he wasn't satisfied.

June 28th
9:30 Pm

Pidge walked into the room and waved to Keith and Lance, who were both chatting about which flavor pop-tart is best. Keith had argued that Cherry was the best, but Lance declared that it was Blueberry. Pidge plopped the board games she brought on the desk beside lance's bed, and sat down.

"You are both wrong. it's Fudge, dorks" She said, taking a drink of her soda. She laughed as the two boys protested in unison, turning to each other and arguing some more, and she wondered dimly, Why aren't these two idiots gay for each other yet?

***

Keith woke up during the night to a loud crash of thunder, and a trembling Lance. Pidge was fast asleep on the chair nearby the door, and Keith had fallen asleep in the chair beside lance's bed. Keith looked over at Lance, his mind twirling in worry as he reached out and took Lance's right hand. Almost as soon as he did so, Lance seemed to calm down, and his breathing slowed to indicate he was asleep once more. Keith, his face red, smiled and looked out the window, Why do I feel so strange when I'm around him? is it because we are supposed to be REALLY good best friends, and not just Friends? Keith looked back at Lance as lightning lit the sky once more, the rested his upper body on the side of lance's bed. He fell asleep after a while of questioning.

What if it's more than that..?