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[dontmindme2600]

I’M LOSING MY MIND??

I’M AT A LOSS FOR WORDS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK ACTUALLY BEETLEJUICE 2???

[thevoltrongames]

Rainy Days and Apple Picking

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Keith was always a fan of fall. The way the trees lit up in a blaze of red, orange, and yellow. The way the air crisped up, growing chilly. The way the sky grew darker sooner, allowing the stars to take the stage for longer. Everything about it made him so happy. Having Lance there with him, well, that was a plus.

Lance had this things about him where as soon as fall started, he went all out with doing the things Keith loved the most – pumpkin patches, scary movies, walking through leaves, even going all out for Halloween, even though he really didn’t like it that much.

Today, Lance had the idea of going apple picking at a nearby orchard. Keith wasn’t one to disagree with this, he loved apple picking, loved the way the fallen apples scented the air – an almost sickly sweet scent – that mixed with earthy smell of rotting leaves and overturned dirt. But he was a little weary of the weather. The forecast had called for rain, and by the look of the clouds, it didn’t seem like they’d be getting any sun.

“Lance, maybe we should reschedule. You see those clouds, it’s going to rain today, maybe even storm. If we get caught in that, we’ll get soaked,” Keith said as Lance busied himself with finding gloves and scarves for them. He was currently standing on a chair in the hall closet, rummaging through one of the storage bins they had on the top shelf.

“We are not rescheduling Keith. A little rain never hurt anyone. Besides, the forecast said it was a 20% chance of rain. Those clouds are just clouds to me. But today,” Lance said as he pulled a basket out of the bin, backtracking out of the closet, “is our day. We’re going.” He had a triumphant smile on his face as he pulled out two scarves, blue and red, as well as a few pairs of black gloves. Keith just shook his head as he moved past Lance to get into the closet.

“Then we’re bringing umbrellas, cause I refuse to get caught without one,” he said as he pulled out a rather colourful one and a maroon one. Lance laughed at him as he stole the colourful one from Keith, trying to open it. Keith lunged forward, taking it back, holding it close to him. “You know better than to open these in the apartment! It’s bad luck!”

“Bad luck, shmad luck, you know I’m not superstitious.” Lance tried to take it back, but Keith took a step back, his eyes deadly serious as he hid it behind his back. He sighed, throwing his hands up. “Fine, but that means they go in your bag.” Keith agreed to this, since it meant that Lance wasn’t going to open it.

A while later, both boys were ready to leave – Keith in black combat boots, matching black jeans, and a dark red sweater with a black lion face and a leaf crown on it, Lance in dark blue converse, skinny jeans, and dark blue sweater with “It ain’t no lie, I’m bi bi bi” on it in white lettering, as well as their scarves and gloves (though Lance still couldn’t get over the fact that Keith had cut the fingers off of his, completely ruining the purpose of them). Keith had his backpack with him, filled with the umbrellas, their wallets, a few water bottles, and their lunch (Lance had insisted that they have lunch there).

The drive there was spent with the two boys alternating their songs, always singing along. Keith tried to keep it to Tim Burton music to stick with the Fall/Halloween theme, but Lance was all over the place, one minute playing Beyoncé, the next playing Nicki Minaj. And yet, every song seem to fit with the last, so Keith couldn’t complain.

He couldn’t completely focus on the music though. The clouds seemed to be getting darker and darker as they drove. Keith kept checking his phone, making sure they would be okay while they were out, and it seemed like they would by what the forecast kept telling him. But the clouds didn’t seem to be following that.

When they got to the orchard, Keith was glad Lance had pulled out the scarves. The wind had picked up, to the point where Keith had to put his hair up to keep it from whipping him in the face. Lance took his hand, giving it a squeeze at the concerned look on Keith’s face, and he led the way to the trees. They picked up baskets as they passed the gate, and Keith temporarily forgot about the rain. The smell of apples and leaves and dirt filled his senses, and he stood there for a second, just breathing in the scent.

“Come on, Mr. Autumn. If we stand here for too long, all the good apples will be gone,” Lance said, tugging Keith’s hand. Keith chuckled, following him.

“We both know the best apples are towards the top of the tree, and that you’re one of the few people who can get them,” Keith said back, peering at the signs that went with the different types of apples. He pulled Lance down one row, towards the Honeycrisp apples.

“It’s only because everyone else is scared to climb up to the better apples,” Lance said, grabbing a stray apple off a branch and taking a bite, humming happily as sweetness exploded in his mouth. Keith laughed, stealing a bite of the apple.

“No, it’s because they have the common sense to stay on the ground,” Keith said around a mouth full of apple. Lance pouted a little at his comment, and Keith gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, the sweet smell of the apple lingering on his lips. “Come on, let’s get some apples, the clouds are getting darker.”

They spent the next half hour moving between rows of apples – Keith stayed more with the sweeter apples, like the Honeycrisps, Gale, and Red Delicious, while Lance had moved to the more tart apples, like the Granny Smiths, Braeburn, and Jonathans. Keith had finishing picking from the Red Delicious when he felt the first rain drop hit his cheek, followed by several more. He’d just barely gotten his umbrella out and open when it started raining, the wind picking up even more.

“Lance! Come on, we need to go!” Keith called, backtracking to where he’d last seen him. He found him huddled under a tree, the basket on his head in an attempt to keep him dry. Keith walked over to him, pulling out Lance’s umbrella and handing it to him while he did so. “I told you it was going to rain and you didn’t believe me.”

“Yeah yeah, I know sunshine. But that doesn’t matter, now does it? We still got apples before it started raining,” Lance said with a wide smile. Keith shook his head, taking Lance’s hand and pulling him back to the car. The wind chilled them where the rain had soaked them, and Keith sighed happily as the warm air of the car heater hit him. Against the sounds of Lance, he cranked the heat up, turning the car into a furnace. Lance may generate his own heat, but Keith certainly did not.

They drove slowly home, the rain streaking across the windshield. It was quiet, Lance focused on the road and watching for other drivers. Keith was alert too, wary of the wind and the way it made the tree branches sway. He was relieved when they made it home safely. Lance grabbed both baskets of apples, telling Keith to go ahead and run inside. Lance followed a few minutes later, drenched from the downpour.

Keith had grabbed a towel for him, as well as had turned the heat up, and Lance gave him a thankful kiss, running the towel in his hair. They both changed into something dry – Lance in his fuzzy pajama pants and a hoodie, and Keith in sweatpants and a long sleeve pajama shirt. They spent the rest of the night on the couch, huddled under a mountain of blankets, while the storm raged on outside. They watched a few Halloween movies at the request of Keith, and at one point Lance had gotten up to make apple cider for them.

Despite his originally reservations at them going out today, Keith had to admit that it was actually a nice day. He got to smell that orchard scent again, and they’d gotten quite a few apples. They’d use that one’s Lance got to make various apple dishes, and Keith would snack on the sweeter ones while they cooked. He’d also be the one to take care of a sick Lance, him having caught a cold from the rain. But he wouldn’t have changed how their day had gone for anything.