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For @spacemcclain birthday! Happy Birthday Leggy from Teddy and Cibs :)

Lance stared at Keith who was sitting on his side of the room. Again.

One of these days he'd draw a chalk line to keep Keith out.

Keith raised tilted his head to the side, “Is there something wrong.”

Lance clenched his fist, stupid cute fucking texan mullethead-

BANG!

The sound of a window slamming shut had Lance jumping out of his skin.

“What the fuck was that?”

Lance glared at Keith, “How the fuck should I know?”

Keith shrugged. Fuck. That was cute.

“Whatever, It was probably just the sides giving out?” Lance gaped. That was a thing? Why did his roommate have to be smart and cute?

It was official. Lance was in pining hell. Keith shall never know.

“Thats stupid. The window couldn’t have possibly just slammed shut like that because of the sides giving out.” of course, Lance didn't actually know if that was true. He could Google it later.

Then his paper on (something) was blown up into the air by a gust of wind. Weird, today seemed to be so full of strange shit.

Like Keith not staying in his side of the dorm.

Lance was about to roll up his sleeves and ste thing right when he paused, he thought he heard someone curse right besides him. But. No. One. Was. There?

Keith cleared his throat loudly, his face only being the slightest of red. Lance wondered why as he cleared his throat again and spoke up. “Is there something you were going to say?” His face looked expectant. Like he was waiting for Lance to say something.

Lance scoffed as he turned, sticking his nose into the air, “I'm good.” Lance was not good, but that wasn't the point.

This was normally the time when he stormed out with some excuse about keys, but when he moved to open the door it was locked. Lance scowled. “What the fuck?”

“Lance?”

Lance spun around with a flourish of his hands, “Yes?”

“Are you...alright?”

“Oh yeah. Peachy.” Keith’s disbelieving face said he didn't agree, but that wasn't the point.

Lance yelped suddenly, he'd felt a strange cool thing poke the back of his neck. Ick.

Keith sent him a concerned glance and Lance lost it, “I am fucking fine Keith!”

“Sure. Alright.”

Lance tried one more time with the door. No budge. Keith raised an eyebrow as if he didn't believe that the door hated Lance.

“Alright. I'm not fine. The door isn’t fine. This isn’t fine!”

“Lance?”

“We’re locked in, Keith.”

Keith shot up from his bed, worry on his face as he moved towards the door. Keith then snorted. “Oh hardy har har, lance.

Then the door fucking opened. Lance gaped.“.”

“Traitor.” Keith gave him the ‘stop talking to the door look’. And then the door responded.

“Bro, I'm just helping you out here, really.”

“Ok what the fuck, door.” Their door could speak. But then again, it was 2 am. It was probably an illusion, just like time, and his haters.

Keith was giving him very weird looks so Lance huffed and stomped to the bathroom.

Then the bathroom mirror talked to him.

“Come on, Just tell him he's pretty and cute and bam you two will be dating.”

“Shut up mirror. You’re just a mirror.” The mirror laughed. The laugh seemed kind of bitter.

“I'm not a mirror, I'm a ghost stuck haunting your dorm and the sexual tension is getting to me.” Lance gawked.

“And I’m a delusional college student who’s talking to a mirror. Good fucking night.”

But of course the mirror/door didn't leave him alone. When he tried to sleep it whispered things he and Keith could do if they went out.

The mirror/door was dirty.  

Lance passed it off however, at the foggiest moment at night, that it was his subconscious pinning towards keith that brought him to this insane place in life.

Pidge scowled down at Lance, his problems could all be fixed if he just listened to her and made out with his roommate.

There was the possibility that the two college students getting together would make things worse, but Pidge was going off the theory that if the two idiots got together she could go get her brother a date. Besides, who didn't need a little mischief in their lives?