Klance oneshots

Nostalgia

So, I've been reading some really creepy stuff because I love creepy things, and I got this idea. So sorry if I'm not using correct grammar, or if I keep spelling things wrong. I'm writing on my tablet and I don't have Grammarly on here to right my wrongs, so...

Keith's POV

"Lance, can you help me clean our room out?" I yell to the other side of the house. I hear a groan.

"Do I have to?" He shouts back. I walk into our living room to see him laying on the couch. 

"You're a lazy pain in the ass," I say as I lean over to kiss him. 

"Yeah, but I'm your lazy pain in the ass." He says with a smile. I grab his arm and drag him into our room, throwing him on our bed. He raises an eyebrow. 

"Kinky." He says with a smirk. He stretches dramatically and moans.

"Take me, Keith. I'm yours." He breathily says. I roll my eyes and walk to our closet. 

I start taking boxes out, most of them containing stuff belonging to me. Lance sits next to me and starts opening the boxes. He pulls out a fake black rose.

"I remember that! You got me a fake flower for our first date because it was cheap and everlasting." I say with a giggle. He smiles, tucking the rose behind my ear and kisses my head. 

"I forgot how much of a romantic I was." He says sarcastically. 

"Yeah, whatever happened?" I ask playfully. He pushes me slightly.

"Don't be rude, my love. You know I can be romantic when I want to be," he says as he pushes my hair out of my face. He cups my  face and kisses my nose.

"I hate you." I say before I properly kiss him.

"Yeah, I can see that." He says with a smirk.

"Shut the fuck up." I mumble.

"You weren't saying that last night." He cheekily says with a wink. I roll my eyes and start opening the other boxes. After an hour, I find a box that says 'Keith's first grade memories'. I've never seen the box before, so I take it out.

"Lance, look at what I found! Wanna see what's inside?" I ask. He bites his lip.

"Maybe we should put that back..." He trails off.

"Oh, come on! Where's your sense of adventure? I'm pretty sure this holds my old diary. It's around the same time as I met you." I say as I poke his cheek. He sighs.

"I just don't think it's such a good idea." He states.

"You worry too much." I say as I open the box.
"Look! I was right! My old diary." I take it out of the box and open it. Lance wraps his arms around me, as if he's going to lose me. I rest my head on his shoulder and start reading out loud.

"Day 1.
This is Lance. I just met him today! Mommy and daddy say they can't see him and that he's imaginary. I think they're lying. I can see him perfectly fine and my hands don't go through him, so how could he be imaginary? Imaginary friends aren't real. My parents are silly." Above is a picture of Lance and I outside that I drew.
"That's weird, I don't remember writing that." I mumble. Lance holds me tighter.

"Please stop reading." Lance pleads. But I don't. I keep reading.

"Day 2.
Today I tried to plant a flower by the sandbox. Lance says I couldn't because that's where his daddy sleeps. I didn't want to disturb him, so I planted the flower by the willow tree."

"Day 3.
Lance came to school with me today! I brought him for show and tell. Mrs Smith got angry at me because she couldn't see him. Lance got sad and hid the chalkboard eraser from her. She's a mean teacher, I wish we had someone nicer."