Give Me Love // Klance

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Song: House of Balloons
Artist: The Weeknd

(Listen to the first half only. The second half, "Glass table Girls", has no relevance to the story)

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They talked for a while longer until Lance had to go to bed, and because it was so late, everyone else followed suit.

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Keith watched with satisfaction as Maya huffed and stormed upstairs to the room she shared with his father.

"Why are you always throwing your fucking tantrums, Keith?! Can't you just shut up for once?!" His father started, slamming his hand down on the table.

"Not my fault that she had to nitpick what the fuck I was doing!" Keith explained.

"She was just looking out for you!" His dad retorted, a scowl crossing his facial features.

"Why the hell are you such a fucking pussy when it comes to her?! I wouldn't be surprised if I found out you never even loved mom in the first place!" Keith's voice began to raise and his heart hammered violently in his ribcage.

"I-I loved your mother, Keith!" His father sputtered out in protest.

"THEN TELL ME, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU REPLACE HER WITH THAT SNAKE?! ALL THOSE NIGHTS WHILE MOM WAS FUCKING DYING IN THE HOSPITAL, YOU RAN AWAY LIKE A FUCKING COWARD! AND WHERE TO, HUH?! TO MAYA?!" At this point, Keith stood up and the salty liquid that pooled in his eyes had begun to crash down in rippling waterfalls.

"HOW DARE YOU USE YOUR MOTHER'S NAME LIKE THAT!" His father's voice boomed, his body beginning to shake from anger.

"SHE'S NOT MY MOM AND NEVER WILL BE! MY MOM IS DEAD! AS IF IT WASN'T BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU REPLACED MOM, MY MOM, NOW YOU'RE REPLACING ME, YOUR OWN SON!" He screamed his emotions out, and the usual twitches in his back began to ache painfully. Why was it hurting...?

"I AM DONE WITH YOUR FUCKING NONSENSE! GO TO YOUR FUCKING ROOM, KEITH GYEONG!"

"JUST WHAT I WANT! IT'S BETTER THAN STAYING IN THE SAME ROOM AS A COWARD AND A SNAKE!" Keith exclaimed, stomping his way up to his room. Once he reached his safety, he felt his phone buzz. Grabbing it from his pocket, he stood still and unlocked his phone to check the messages.

Stop Lance 2kXX
11:48pm

L: W o w
H: What?
P: 😜
L: What did I do 2 u Pidge?
K: U existed
L: U KNOW WAT
L: FIHT ME MULLET
K: U can't fight anyone with that spelling.
P: Oh Rip Lance
H: Rip Buddy

Pidge changed the chat name to "Rip Lance 2kXX"

L: FUCK U KEITH
K: No thanks. Ur not my type
P: *crying*
H: Really u 2?
P: Keith's a straight up cabbage
P: savage***
L: Yeah, totally Pidgeon. He's a straight up cabbage.
P: Shut up, Lance
L: Make me, midget pidget.
P: Nah, Keith can though.
K: ...
L: What?
K: What
K: The
K: Fuck
P: I'm (not) sorry

He muted his phone and grabbed his headphones off of his bedside table. Plugging it into the jack, he placed them over his head and onto his ears. He switched to music and selected "Get Out Alive" by Three Days Grace. Allowing the music to blast into his ears, he felt his nerves calm down.

Keith didn't know what bothered him more; Pidge's comment, or the fact that he was actually considering ways he could shut Lance up. He could shut the Cuban up by pinning his arms up, pushing him up against a wall and kissing him until his lips swell...