Klance Oneshots-Don't Forget Me

14-Classic, Gay, Confusion

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Oh and I decide to be cool and add a lil bit of James in there so be warned-

-Lance's POV-

You know some of your more well thought ideas and decisions under the boiling shower head?

I angrily yank my roots, trying my best to spread the cheap strawberry scented shampoo across every strand of hair on my head. Even though the feeling of my roaming fingers harshly grinding the soapy product against my scalp was calming, I didn't feel relaxed. No, I feel absolutely livid. 

With the boiling water slamming against my copper skin, that heat, well, that only reminded me of the anger and absolute vigor of embarrassment I am and was feeling. I close my eyes, letting my face sit under the "sizzling" water. I continue to massage my hair with shampoo. Interlacing chunks of strand which I collected between my fingers, then smoothing them out.

I shudder slightly, feeling cold in a blazing hot shower. With my eyes still lulled shut, I retrace my talk with Keith today. That's right, The Keith Kogane. The classic mix between a bad boy and a straight A's student. 

Oh boy, he's also a chronic asshole. Yet, I've grown close to the boy, I've seen him crying on the bathroom floor, playing with my younger siblings, even letting me test face products with him-I've learnt that he is really just a sweetheart. 

Yes, a sweetheart, I also know that he would kill me if he were to ever hear me describe him that way, yknow, using the word "sweetheart". But, I don't think it'll be a problem, because, with Keith, I'm not that confident to boldly admit that I do.

Keith is someone who is typically and always, very defensive. He doesn't let anyone in completely. Sometimes not at all. But, I know he has a soft side. He thinks that the whole world resents him for his small eyes, his style or even the way he talks. 

But in reality, other students either see him as three things:

1.The student with the grades that sometimes scare others

2.That mysterious quiet kid that always seems out of it

3. Smoking hot

Well, I should've said 4 ways of seeing him. There was this guy, James, he would talk to Keith, and throw multiple aggressive comments concerning Keith's parents, or an array of anything he could latch onto.

It took a whole lot of nerve and restraint to never land a solid punch across James's pretty lil' rich boy face. But no, I never did. Oh, that was all Keith.I do remember a couple of months  ago, on an annoyingly frigid (freezing) day. Throughout All of seventh period James had decided to throw more assumptions and poked more comments, all more cold than the weather outside. Keith doesn't like the cold, including the weather and James. 

Let's just say that Keith ended up with an after school detention and James ended up with a nasty black eye.

I shake my head, trying to shake thoughts of Keith away. Even though, I was well aware of the lingering thoughts about Keith's smile, the way he'd look at me, or even his biceps. After all, he's the reason I was feeling a mixture of furious and flustered earlier. Why the hell am I always thinking about him? 

While I was stuck in my thoughts for a particular Mullet-head, I guess I ended up washing the shampoo out of my hair, meaning it was time for conditioner.  

A small groan bullets from my lips. Ugh, I hate conditioner.

I squirt a good amount of an almost finished Cremè conditioner that i received for my birthday a couple of months back. I lather up the bubbly mixture in my palms and gently curl the conditioner atop the tips of my chestnut brown hair.

I decide to revisit my earlier thoughts, no not about Keith's biceps, those were current thoughts. But, why was I always thinking of Keith. I mean this is stupid anyways, I was, well am, angry at him because he's just so-confusing. Well, I'll break it down.

Of course I'm fond of him. But it felt different from how I thought about Hunk and Pidge. As if, he means something  different to me than they do. But, I'm my defense, those two are my best friends. 

But, even then, Keith was just different. It's always been like that. For someone else it'd be this, but for Keith it'd always be that. I don't know, he's special to me, but not in a best friend special, something else. He makes me feel this fluttering feeling in my stomach, excitement maybe?

Keith, well, I really do truly believe that he is an amazing guy, so who can blame me? Yeah, that's just it. Wait, no, I know plenty of great people, but I don't feel the same way I do about them as I do for Keith.

Oh my god, this is so confusing. I know it can't be love. I know deep down that it wouldn't work, plus I'm not used to being loved back. Typically I'd flirt with a pretty girl and she'd scoff at me. I couldn't have feelings for Keith because I know if I did I would act that way around him. I do however, feel like myself around Keith. But I am a flirt, and that's just me, right? But, I've never flirted with Keith.

Therefore, I must not like him. 

Sure, Keith is a fairly cute guy. I'll admit, I do admire him and I do think he is attractive. But still, he's my friend, I don't like him. When he'd hold my hand to pull me somewhere, when we hid in that closet together, or even I had to sit in his lap for truth of dare-I remember feeling something.

When I say something, I mean that I just felt over all weird and...warm. My stomach would bubble over with acid and my arms would feel way too fuzzy. I don't fully understand this feeling yet, but that doesn't mean that I like him. 

Normally when I like someone, I feel reckless and cocky. I'm not afraid, I'm confident, even though I'm being someone I'm not. But, the idea of someone actually liking me for me, sounds ridiculous. Because a hot girl would see the fake, chill me. While my close friends see the weird, idiotic me. No one wants to date the idiot lug of the group, not in their right mind there would.

If I, an idiot, we're to fall for anyone, they'd always be reasonable, not an idiot, and play this game with me. It'd a push and tug when only they'd get what they want. I'm gullible at times, I let others step on me, all because of the trust I put in them, that is never mutual.  It why do I do this? For the pleasure of the rush, wanting to be in a real relationship, or just wanting to be held and feel special? I can admit that in my head but I could never let any of these words roll off of my tongue.

Even if I did like Keith (which I don't!), why would he have any reason to like me back? I'm wacky and my cock is always above my head. There's nothing for him to like when he looks at me. Hell, when I look at me, I don't see anyone worth loving. Keith is just so...wonderful. He has this abstract way of seeing this world. He has been through so much, yet he believes that there are still some good people that make up this world, just as there are bad ones. 

Well, Keith, he is one of those amazing people who impact this world. Well he doesn't manage a nonprofit or attend rallys, but to me, he was the star of my own world. If anything, we'll sometimes, he feels like my world.

But, that's a thing that you feel for a friend. No way, yeah sure it sounded a bit swoon-like and romantic, but it wasn't. I just admire my friend. I really, really admire him. But not to a point that I have feelings for that boy.

Right?

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Welllll that's it for now folks!

I'm not all that fond of this one, I'll try and brainstorm something better, but I do hope that you enjoyed this fuck of a Oneshot!

Love you guys

-jaspiss❤️