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Lance sipped from his mug and looked over the rim at Pidge. Pidge looked back at him and lifted an eyebrow.
“What?” she asked setting down her mug and folding her arms over her chest, Hunk looked between the two of them and frowned.
“Lance, you ok?” Hunk asked. Lance nodded and looked into Hunk's eyes then back to Pidge's.
“Are you sure they're different?” Lance asked, Pidge groaned and rolled her eyes before taking another drink.
“Yes Lance, our eyes are different colors. Stop asking.” She said, “you're color blind, we know, you can stop bringing it up.”
“Yeah ok, but what does the color look like, describe it for me.” Lance insisted looking between his black and white friends.
“Well.” Hunk started. “Blue is a happy color, yellow is a warm color, green is a lively color, Purple is like a calm color and red is an angry color. Did any of that help?” Hunk asks looking to his friend.
“Kind of, so the sun is yellow?” Lance looked up at Hunk, he smiled and nodded.
“Look Pidge I’m teaching the blind to see.” Pidge rolled her eyes once more and took a bite of her pastry.
“Hunk that’s not a thing. Lance is never gonna see color, the doctors said, no glasses or anything are gonna help him. And our trying to give an emotion or a temperature to every color isn’t going to work either.” Lance slouched back into his chair, he hated being reminded of such, he wanted to believe otherwise.
Lance looked to the door as the chiming sound rang out but as it did something happened to the door, it changed, it wasn’t black or white or gray like the rest of his world. But he had no idea what it was, it was just new and beautiful. He just might marry that door.
But then the person that walked in the door was even more beautiful. His hair was black, and his skin was almost white but had a tint of color to it, and his jacket had bright vibrant colors that drew his attention away from the door. Though most of his outfit was black, his eyes were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.
“Is that what color looks like?” Lance sat up letting his eyes follow this boy as he walked up to the counter to place his order. “It’s so beautiful,” Lance muttered.
“Lance, that's really Gay, you know that’s a dude right? It might be hard to see through the mullet but it’s a dude.” Pidge sipped her coffee.
“What color do you call his jacket?” he asked. Pidge and Hunk looked at each other for a moment. Then Hunk shrugs.
“It’s red,” Hunk said. Lance watched as everything this guy touched grew a beauty he couldn’t describe, it was color yes but it was gonna take a while for him to remember which color was witch, there were so many, he pulled out his wallet which was the same color as his jacket.
“His wallet is red too,” Lance muttered. Pidge’s mouth dropped open in amazement. Lance watched as he pointed to his mug of choice and it was filled. Once it was handed to him, it turned red as well. “And his mug,” Lance said, and this time Hunk took a double take.
“Can you see it?” Hunk asked slowly. Lance nodded his head as the boy's hand brushed the cashier's hand and gave her color. Her skin was a lot darker than his and her hair was even darker than her skin, but a different color than the boy's hair. Her dress was the same color as the door and her apron stayed white.
“Dude, what color is the door?” Lance asked quickly. Pidge stuttered for a moment and looked to the door.
“Uh, uh, it’s green,” she said quickly. Lance smiled.
“Her dress is green, but… it’s a lighter green, it’s green but different, wait, guys, this- this….” Lance trailed off
“Dude, this is crazy, I- I dude I need to get this on camera.” Pidge pulled out her phone and started recording. “Lance say that again.” Lance shook his head.
“Where did the guy go?” Lance looked around spotting him sitting by himself sipping his coffee and reading a book. “I’ll be back,” he said standing up.
“Lance, you could be having a stroke, sit down.” Hunk pulled him back into his seat. Hunk put a hand on his forehead “Do you smell toast.” Lance batted his hand away.
“Stop pulling out supernatural references on me, every time he touches something I can see what color it is.” Lance jumped to his feet. “I’m gonna go talk to him.” he grinned. “It’s a good thing I’m great at talking to other people unlike some of you,” Lance smirked as he walked away, he brought his coffee with him and slid into the seat across from the boy.
He looked back to his friends for good luck, Hunk gave him two thumbs up and a smile while Pidge flipped him off and held up her phone to record it. Lance let out a soft breath and ran a hand through his hair.
“Hey,” Lance said instantly drawing the boy's eyes away from his book and to Lance.
“Uh- Hi?” he closed his book slipping a small piece of newspaper in between the pages as he did so and set it down. “Can I help you?”
“You certainly can.” Lance grinned as he pulled out his phone. “You see you look like a smart guy and my phone has a problem I was wondering if you could fix it for me,” he says frowning at the black and white device in his hands. The boy frowns as well.
“Well, I can try. What’s the problem?” he holds out his hand to take it. Lance opens his phone to his contact list and clicks on create new then hands it over.
“The problem is it doesn’t have your number in it.” It took the guy a minute but then he blushed and smiled softly and put his number in and his name.
“The Name’s Keith.” he handed it back. “What’s yours?” he asked. As Keith touched the phone it turned a similar color to gray but not the same he smiled down at it with a huge grin.
“Thanks. My name's Lance” he said softly. Keith looked at the boy, trying to study him. He looked him up and down, he had dark skin and dark hair with bright blue eyes. His smile was something else, he couldn’t believe he had come and used a pickup line on him of all people.
“So, what are you drinking?” Keith pointed to Lance’s blue mug. Lance looked at it and smiled.
“You tell me,” he says with a smirk. Keith took the cup, looked into it, and smelled it. He could tell what it was just by smelling it but he wanted to taste it to be sure. He looked up to Lance to make sure it was ok, he nodded and Keith sipped from it licked his lips, and tasted the whole thing.
“Dude, you put way too much sugar in your coffee.” Keith coughed a bit with a smile. “That’s gonna kill you someday.” Lance smiled and laughed shaking his head.
“It’s probably better than what you’ve got going on there.” Lance points to his drink. Keith smiles and hands him his cup.
“Why don't you try it?” he shrugs with a smirk. Lance smiled took his mug in his hands and took a sip almost spitting it out.
“Dude, that’s bitter and dark and fuck.” Lance coughed and put his head on the table. Keith laughed along with Lance and when they finished Lance sat up and leaned on one arm to look at this colorful boy in front of him. “Can I say something that's probably gonna scare you?” Lance asked
“Sure.” Keith shrugs. “If it’s that you own a lot of knives I won’t be scared, just letting you know,” he smirked. Lance rolled his eyes and looked right into Keith’s eyes.
“I’m color blind,” he said and Keith nodded.
“Ok, that’s fine, why would that scare me?” he asked leaning across the table as well. Lance shook his head.
“But you are in color… and everything you touch gets color, it’s magical and amazing, and I don't know how it’s happening all I know is that it’s happening, and you're amazing,” Lance says in one breath. Keith blinks.
“Wait… you can see color if I touch it?” Keith asks lifting an eyebrow and leaning back. Lance leaned back and nodded. “So, you can see the color of my jacket, but not the… color of his hat?” he points to a random guy's hat. Lance nods his smile growing.
“Yeah, it’s crazy, I mean I had to ask my friends what the colors are called, but yeah. They said your jacket was red, and then I was all like, so is his wallet, and they were all like, whaaaaaaaaat?” Lance exaggerates. Keith smiles.
“Dude, that's… that's like the coolest thing I’ve ever heard… wait so you’ve never seen yourself? In color?” Keith’s eyes widen and he sits forward. Lance frowns and shrugs.
“Not really. But I’m not that different from everyone else, it doesn’t matter.” Lance shrugs. Keith’s mouth drops open. He could not believe what he just said, Lance’s eyes were the bluest blue he had ever seen. They were literally fanfiction blue and his skin was perfect and tan and his hair was the color of milk chocolate and it was luscious and gorgeous and he was perfect.
“Lance!” Keith almost shrieked. “Where is the closest mirror?” Keith stands up looking around. Lance stood as well with a shrug.
“I have no idea, why does it matter?” Lance asks still confused by his plan. Keith smiles takes Lance’s hand and drags him down the hall into the back where the restroom is and shoves Lance through the door.
“Here,” Keith says closing the door behind him and walking over to Lance. Lance blushed and backed up against the sink.
“Keith?” Lance’s voice cracks and his voice gets high. “What are you doing?” Lance squeaks and Keith rolls his eyes.
“Calm down pretty boy, I’m showing you what you look like.” Keith grabbed Lance’s shoulder and turned him around, but as soon as Keith laid a hand on Lance he could see the color in everything. The walls the tiles the little red and blue water indicators on the sink and then Keith in the mirror and the bathroom stalls and finally. Himself.
“Whoa,” Lance muttered looking at himself, he touched his face and his hair and his eyes and his clothing as Keith kept his hands touching him so he could see, though Keith didn’t know he could see all color everywhere when he was touching him. “What color is this?” Lance asks pulling on the skin on his face.
“Well, some people would call it brown, I call it beautiful,” Keith says moving his hands down to Lance’s hips without him noticing.
“It’s amazing… what color are my eyes,” he asks smiling to see his white teeth. “Why didn’t my teeth change?”
“Your eyes are the color of a perfect blue sky, and your teeth are supposed to be white, you have perfect teeth.” Keith explained and Lance just smiled bigger “And you know I wouldn’t be completely opposed.” he added softly leaning into Lance from behind. Lance turns his head to look into Keith's eyes.
“What color are your eyes… and opposed to what?” Lance asks turning himself around in Keith's grasp.
“Mine are a gray violet, which is a kind of purple, and of course, I would have to have your consent.” Lance tilted his head in confusion.
“For what?” he asked like a child and Keith smirked going on his tippy toes so he could whisper into Lance’s ear.
“To slam you into the counter myself,” Keith smirks as he steps back letting go of Lance leaving him stunned and without color other than him. Keith winked and then left the bathroom to go finish his coffee. Lance waited a few minutes to catch his breath before exiting the restroom himself and walking over to his friends.
“That was quick. I thought that would take a lot longer.” Pidge crossed her arms over her chest Lance tilted his head and Hunk just started to blush. “Oh I see that was just the proposal, you’ll go over to his place tonight and that's where it’ll go down.” she grins at the Cuban boy. Lance blushed.
“Who says I’m going over to his place, I just met him.” Lance flails his arms around. And Keith clears his throat from right behind him making Lance jump. “Oh hey Keith, these are my friends Pidge and Hunk, guys this is Keith the guy who can help me see color.” Lance introduces them.
“Hey.” Keith waves a little. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out,” he asks turning his full attention to Lance, Lance blushes and nods. “How’s tonight sound.” Lance nods again. “Alright just text me your address and I’ll come pick you up. Oh and make sure you have a helmet, you can’t ride my bike without one.” Keith winks before he leaves the small Coffee shop.
“Well, how much money are we betting on boys?” Pidge asks smirking up at them cockily and evilly.