Klance Oneshots

24

(lance and Keith are roommates. Lance sleepwalks. somnambulant means sleepwalk. suicide warning)

Lance had always been somnambulant, although it never affected his roommates. Now, as he was in college, the blue-eyed boy was sharing an apartment with his crush and best friend. Lance had been locking his door or putting a chair in front of it every night before bed. That had stopped the boy from doing anything yet.

Keith, on the other hand, was a very light sleeper. A soft poke of the cheek would wake him up. But he went to bed with some of his favorite songs blaring in his eardrums.

So, the two canceled each other out with their necessary precautions. Before bed, they'd have dinner. And since it was Friday, the two used their Luna and Artemis matching mugs. "Night Lance," Keith smiled at the boy after putting his mug in the sink. "Night Keith," the Cuban boy responded, standing. Dish duty.

After Lance had done the dishes, he went to his room to sleep and was too tired to do anything to the door.

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(nighttime)

Lance, who was still asleep, has started sleepwalking. And, forgetting to lock the door, the dead asleep boy opened it with no trouble. The lanky boy waddled down the hall almost zombie-like, abruptly stopping at his flatmate's room.

The blue-eyed boy opened the door to Keith's room,  which wasn't locked. The boy waltzed in, unaware of what he was doing. The raven-haired boy was still sound asleep, having his music turned all the way up.

Lance actually started to get in bed with Keith, waking him up. "Wha?" The shorter boy mumbled, taking out his earbuds. Lance draped his arm around the boy's waist, spooning him and pulling him closer.

"L-Lance, what the fuck?!" Keith shouted as he looked at Lance. Yet the boy was dead-ass asleep and wasn't waking up by Keith yelling at him. The slightly startled and angry boy shoved Lance's arm off him as he stood.

The sleepy blue-eyed boy woke up, "huh..?" Keith was still shouting at him, "OH, NOW YOU'RE PRETENDING TO BE ASLEEP. DAMMIT LANCE! I'M DONE WITH ALL YOUR SHIT AND GAMES! I HATE LIVING WITH YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! JUST LEAVE!"

The words hit him like daggers, each one worse than the other. 'I fucking hate you. Just leave.' Those sentences echoed through Lance's head over and over. The lanky boy stood walking out of Keith's room.

It wasn't his fault he didn't know that this would happen, Lance didn't know... The Cuban boy left the apartment after he had grabbed his jacket.

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Keith felt so bad, looking up at Lance's coffin. Keith knew he had made Lance kill himself that night. Now, he was so messed up from the fall the coffin couldn't even be opened. Nothing felt real anymore. After the cops had told the raven-haired boy the news, Keith didn't feel like he was alive.

The indigo-eyed boy looked back down, feeling guilt and regret. Lance even had a will, and only Hunk knew of it. Which was quite strange, though everyone understood.

But no one knew that the Cuban boy had depression; if they knew Keith would have said something different that night. The pale boy would have asked what was wrong. Maybe if Lance would have warned Keith about his sleep-walking, things could've gone better.

But no, Keith had to say those cruel words. The boy felt as if venom laced his tongue; like he would kill someone else by speaking to them. And that scared the raven-haired boy. If only he wasn't so short-tempered...

If only Keith had said something different...

(WC: 661 words. Howdy I'm not really back but this idea was like BLAM and I thought it was going to be fluff but... You see... -nervous laugh- anyway I have a really great idea in next chapter, I'll probably post Friday. I love you guys!! -Julian)