Lifted // Klance

Chapter eleven

Keith's POV

I stretched out my arms, yawning in the process. My sweatpants were loose on my thin legs, my hair was still a mess. Noah was reading a newspaper in the kitchen and Jess was eating her heart out.

Today was a peaceful relaxing day. The sun shone brilliantly, the birds chirped buoyantly, my horse slept alone in the back. The lake didn't crash against the boulders this time. They moved slowly and steadily.

My bare feet slipped into my sandals and I walked out the back door where the light blinded me. I rubbed my eyes to adjust my vision. Heavy thumping could be heard.

Thump. A thump here and a thump there.

My boyfriend was taking an ax to a the bark of a tree in the same spot. He was sweating and breathing heavily like this was his everyday workout.

"Mornin" I say in an unexpected raspy voice. He stops hitting the tree and turns around to face me.

"Good morning, sunshine."

He goes back to stabbing that tree. What was he doing? This isn't part of his job isn't it? Yeah, he worked at a fruit farm where all he had to do was pick fruits from trees and sell them. But then again... he does go around assisting the townspeople with more heavy duty work. Lance was a nonstop worker... he didn't have a lot of time to rest or take a break. When he starts working on something, he is so determined to get it done.

"Whatcha doin?" I asked curiously just to start a conversation.

"Noah wanted this tree cut down" he sighs and wipes a sweat from his forehead with a rag. "Apparently it's starting to grow over the shed and it's branches are scratching off its paint."

"Oh" was all I said. He should really take a break. It's only seven in the morning. It's not a good time for a teenager to be working so hard. "Do you want to... come inside? I'll make you a coffee. And maybe get you some apple pie?"

Lance puts down his ax and dips his dirty scratched up palms into a bucket, shaking off the excess water. "I guess I do need a break... and yes. I'd like that, thank you."

He follows me back inside and I take out a mug from the cabinet. Lance takes a pie from the table and gets himself a spoon, taking the seat my uncle once sat at in earlier. I slowly poured the hot coffee into the mug, steam rose up into the air with a strong scent. I placed it on the table next to him and lean in to peck his lips. He tasted like toothpaste. Lance must not have eaten anything yet. He must have been hungry. I disconnected our kiss and pat his soft cheeks.

"*sigh* young love..."

We turn to the left, Jess leaned against the doorframe, a donut in one hand and the other resting over her pregnant belly. Lance scratched the back of his head and looked away embarrassingly.

"Auntie Jess..." I reproved her and blushed in shame.

"I'm sorry, i'll give you kids some space" she giggles. Right before she turned to leave, she stops and spins around on her heels. Man. What now?... I just wanted to be alone with my boyfriend. No interruptions. No one watching. "Oh, Lance, i completely forgot" she face palms. "I don't know if you want to hear about this... but your mother wants you home."

Lance stares down at the apple pie sitting on his lap and shakes his head slowly. "No... I don't think I will..."

"Lance..."

"No. It's fine. I'm not coming home until they fucking remember than I'm their son" He gets up, leaves the pie on the table and walks out to the backyard to proceed on finishing his hard morning work. "Excuse my language..."