Planet Klance

Frozen (don't let go)

Pov Keith

I couldn't sleep. Once again. And what was the reason? Lance, of course.

Because it was always Lance. I hated what he was doing to me, what he was causing me to think, to act. I hated that he could do these things to me, making me question myself without even noticing himself.

My stomach turned and twisted every time he looked at me. My face blushed with every little touch. Me, subconsciously, always wanting to be near him without any specific reason. Me, ruining my sleeping schedule for god knows what reason. Me, acting like I don't know when I should know damn well I have feelings for a boy.

And honestly, I wouldn't have a problem with that if that boy wouldn't be Lance McClain.

Because Lance was the most irritating person I've ever met. One day, he's almost kissing you, and in the next second, he's flirting with some random alien chick. He cares for you and protects you and then tells you he hates you.

And sometimes, I feel like Lance is just as confused as I am.

I closed my eyes once again, trying to calm my breathing in and hope I would fall back asleep.

***

A frosty chill creeped up my leg as I hugged my knees tightly to my stomach as an attempt to keep me warm. I had kept my suit on, as well as my gloves, which, usually, kept me warm enough without needing a blanket. But tonight, it was oddly cold, and apparently, the walls of the lion weren't able to keep the temperature outside.

It was too dark to see, but I knew my fingertips were red by now. Every centimeter of skin, which wasn't covered by any kind of fabric, hurt from the frost.

How is that even possible?

I turned around again, switching positions for the maybe fourth time this hour because my delusions kept telling me I'd be warmer this way around.

I groaned in annoyance when my cheek hit the cold floor. Luckily, my face was already numb from the cold, so it didn't hurt as bad as the other few times before.

"Keith? Are you awake?"

My body stiffened as I heard Lance's quiet voice from the other side of the room. He was probably just as cold as I was. But at least I wasn't the only one awake. And thinking about Lance wasn't the only reason I couldn't sleep.

"Yeah?"

I whispered back, hoping the sound waves of my voice wouldn't freeze and fall to the ground as ice cubes.

Even though this theory sounded crazy, I started to use it as an explanation when I didn't get an answer.

My eyes focused on the little cracks in the wall I was facing. I followed their outlines in the dark as high as they were visible.

Maybe Lance fell back asleep. Maybe he wasn't even awake. Maybe I had just imagined him calling my name.

Maybe I'm going crazy.

Maybe I heard footsteps on the ground, coming towards me. And maybe the arm wrapping around me and the body pressing against mine from behind was just another trick of my head, trying to distract me from the cold.

Whatever it was, it was helping.

Warm fingers interwined with mine, and the heat transferred immediately up my arm. A light flutter filled my stomach, and the scent of sweet vanilla filled my senses. It reminded me of the dream I had about Lance last night.

All the thoughts I tried not to think, all the feelings I attempted to deny and ignore bubbled up in my chest and flooded my mind. And it didn't bother me.

It didn't bother me, that, maybe I liked being close to Lance was because I liked Lance. And that I enjoyed his touch, not only because it gave me comfort but because I genuenly liked how his skin felt on mine. And that I didn't only think, Lance was pretty, but was physically attracted to him and his personality.

And that, as much as I hated it,
I never hated him.

I leaned back into the warm touch. My thumb brushed over the soft hand, wrapped around mine. I shivered when I felt hot breathing at my neck. Everything felt so intensely real. I turned my head, and I met two blue eyes in the darkness.

"Lance~"