Always There [Klance/Laith]

Chapter 3

"Keith~"

The boy with the black mullet sighed. He continued to read his book.

"Keef~"

The boy tried to ignore it. He flipped another page.

"Mullet~"

Keith gave in, "What do you want now?" he groaned. He turned to face the blue eyed boy that was now reluctant to leave him be.

"I'm bored." 

Keith rolled his eyes at his 'friend'.

 "Go bug someone who cares." 

Lance then informed Keith, with a pout, "You're no fun now Keith."

Lance just stared at Keith for a while longer. He waited for Keith to look back at him. Waited for Keith to growl at him. Waited for Keith to do something. Keith was just ignoring Lance.

The black haired boy was just reading his book. Lance never really understood reading. He liked being read to. He would treasure every word and listen with great intent. Reading the book by himself did not go as well. Each word flew by and he would have no idea what was going on.

Lance found it confusing how Keith could just read to himself. Keith would just continue reading and ignore Lance. How could he pay attention to it while Lance was around anyway?

Twitching. Lance's hand began to twitch. That always happened when he never did anything with it (for a period of time). He felt restless. Lance continued to look at Keith with frustration. He watched Keith flip another page.

Lance snapped. He launched himself over towards Keith. He pounced towards the book in the boys hands and firmly grabbed it.

It took Keith a few seconds to register what happened. He looked up towards the boy who grabbed his book away from him. A look of fury plastered his face.

He bellowed at Lance, "What the hell!" 

The tanned boy just looked towards him and grinned. Keith growled and flung his own body towards Lance. He tried to grab the book back but Lance pulled it away from his reach.

"'A Court of Thorns And Roses'," Lance muttered while flicking through the book, "... Huh... Never took you as a fan of romance, Keith." 

Keith saw a grin on Lances face that looked as if it could snap at any second. Keith felt his cheeks burn as he tried to grab the book again. Lance, once again, held it out of his reach.

"Give it back!" Keith yelled, "You're going to lose my page!"

Lance just laughed at Keith. He laughed at Keith's sad attempts to get his book back. Keith just felt like snapping the other boy's neck. They both crashed into the items in Keith's room. Everything fell off Keith's bedside table as Lance fell into it. A distressed noise came out of Keith. Items flew all over.

This discourse continued for a few minutes longer. It still consisted of Keith's desperate grabs, Lance's laughing and a (probably) now distressed book. Keith was tiring out. At this rate, he was never going to get his book back. Lance looked as if he could continue this all day.

"You win," Keith informed Lance, "You win."

Keith slumped back down. He could not continue this any longer. Lance looked down at Keith's tired figure. He then let out a cry- screech- of victory.

Lance sat down himself. He inspected the paperback in his hands. Its front cover was smooth, the shade of red used was eye catching and the illustration printed on the front was beautiful. If only he could read the thing himself.

Lance looked back at Keith. He laid there on the floor broken. His face showed someone who had given up.

Keith had really tried to get that book back. Lance stole it from him and had no intent on giving it back. A small chunk of gilt rested in his gut. That was quickly washed over by a question.

Before even thinking, Lance asked Keith a question, "Why do you like books so much?"

Keith, suddenly, sat up and looked at Lance. A look of questioning covered the boys face. Keith seemed as if he was still digesting the given question. Now he decides to acknowledge Lance's presence.

"You really want to know that?" Keith asked. Lance nodded in reply. Keith sighed, "They help you escape- transport you into another world. If written correctly, you feel connected to the characters placed in these worlds. You feel their emotions, goals and things around them-"

Lance listened to Keith ramble on about how good books are. He seemed to be really passionate about them. Keith was never that infatuated with them, all those years ago. He must have picked up this love in the years of him pretending Lance was not there.

A confusing feeling washed over Lance. Jealousy. He wanted to experience these things. These things he felt so left out on. Keith could feel these things but why couldn't Lance. He pondered an answer. It hit him.

"Read to me," Lance interrupted Keith, "Read books to me."

Lance looked Keith in the eyes with determination. Keith looked back in confusion.

"Why?" 

"They sound great," Lance began, "If you read them to me, I might actually be able to feel these things. These complexed emotions you get from each written word. They sound nice- but also quite terrible- to experience. I have not felt anything from these things in years."

Keith just looked at Lance. He seemed more confused than before. Keith then sighed.

"O-okay," Keith stuttered in reply, "I can do that."

Before Lance could stop, he launched himself at Keith. His arms wrapped around the smaller boy. Keith was now caught in a passionate hug. Keith's arms were held tightly against his body. He could not escape this act of compassion.

Lance cooed in delight, "Thank you~"

Keith just shuffled under Lance's grasp.

What had Keith gotten himself into?

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I incorporated my love for books into Keith. I dunno but I kinda like seeing Keith as being some sort of bookworm.

Sorry for this chapter being mostly filler( okay, all  filler). I'm trying to get back into writing it. I'll try to make the 'plot' (if there even is any) progress a bit more, in the next chapter.