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"Lance! Get up, you have classes today and I made breakfast!" A voice calls, nearly on top of Lance. He moans and turns over in his bed. Classes aren’t necessary, right? Who needs calculus, right? Maybe if he pretends he didn’t hear anything, Hunk will leave him alone. Maybe he can get a little more sleep. Nyma, his girlfriend, and her persuasive, sexy words kept him up nearly all night. Damn her.
"I made fajitas!"
Lance throws himself out of his bed, tripping over his blanket and falling flat on his face. Who knew that the ground was so dusty? Hunk just laughs and helps him up. Lance glares and shuffles over to the small table in their dorm. At least the place smells amazing.
When Hunk actually cooks breakfast, Lance gets giddy and won’t sit still until he’s served; that’s how much he loves Hunk’s food. Lance gets to try all of his new concoctions that are almost always delicious. The first time Hunk made breakfast fajitas was their first week of their first year of college and Lance nearly melted in his seat from the sheer deliciousness.
He prefers his with scrambled eggs, red and yellow bell peppers, skirt steak, and tons of cheese. Hunk likes his with the dreadful, pear shaped atrocity: avocado. Lance hates avocados more than he hates anything else in the world. Their texture is revolting, they have no taste besides ass and they're ugly green.
"Quit thinking about avocados and eat your damn food," Hunk says, rolling his eyes. Lance has a face he makes for every emotion, according to him. Lance thinks that’s a bunch of ass, like avocados.
After Lance has scarfed down three fajitas, a glass and a half of orange juice and a banana, he makes his way into the bathroom. The second the door is swung open, music fills his ears. It’s not coming from their bathroom so it must be from the one adjacent to them. Lance frowns. Loud and obnoxious neighbors are the worst. The walls are so thin he can hear everything. Lance remembers Hunk telling him about a new guy transferring here and taking the empty dorm beside them only after he scolded Lance for skipping the meeting with the RA.
Currently, Say Something by A Great Big World and Christina Aguilera is playing. Lance knows the song; it’s always played on the radio. However, what he doesn’t expect is the soulful voice he hears above the music. It's gorgeous and hits all the notes just right and Lance is so completely entranced he forgets he forgets he’s supposed to be getting into the shower too.
It didn’t really occur to Lance that chiming in would be weird, or creepy or stupid. It’s just an instinct, he just felt the need to join. Then again it’s not often that Lance ever does think before doing.
"And I am feeling so small. It was over my head I know nothing at all," Lance sings the melody alongside the man across the way. The man's singing falters for a moment as he realizes someone has just joined him but he resumes as the next line comes in.
"And I will stumble and fall. I'm still learning to love, just starting to crawl."
Lance strips out of his clothes with the next line, "Say something, I'm giving up on you. I'm sorry that I couldn’t get to you." He thinks that their voices match perfectly. It's like chocolate and peanut butter, milk and cookies, coffee and cream, so sweet and smooth. The man's voice is seeping into Lance's soul, vibrating his bones and beating his heart. He's utterly enchanted.
"Anywhere I would have followed you. Say something, I'm giving up on you. And I will swallow my pride, you’re the one that I’ll love and I'm saying goodbye."
The build of the music builds Lance up with it and he gets so deeply enthralled into singing the song, his face scrunching as he hits the notes Christina hits and fists bouncing to each syllable of each word.
"Say something I'm giving up on you. And I'm sorry that I couldn’t get to you. And anywhere I would have followed you. Say something I'm giving up on you."
Lance holds onto the countertop of the sink tightly as he says the last few words, "Say something I'm giving up on you… Say something." He hears the shower on the other side turn off without another song. The other guy is done. Lance is still emotionally invested in the song and the incident and is a little offended this guy just ditched him after their moment! "Whatever, I'm a better singer anyway," Lance grumbles, the beginning of a rivalry waking up.