Other ways to say "I love you" (Klance)

Chapter 12

    It was now Wednesday, Nyma hadn't talked to either of them since, and Lance came clean with the group about his verbally abusive relationship. Of course, they were all concerned for him, and supported him in anyway.

    Lessons were the usual, boring with the occasional joke Lance or someone else would crack with the teacher giving a scolding. Due to this, Lance got an after school detention, not for a long period of time, to his luck.

Keith was waiting outside the school, incredibly bored. He was the only way his friend could get back home, as he refused to walk.

'I'm free!'

    He chuckled to himself, he had always loved his childish humour.

    He heard the doors slam against the brick walls of the building, and his name being cheered. He looked up from the screen, looking amused as the Cuban boy ran at him, full force.

    "Sorry for keeping you waiting." He apologized, gasping out air, already hopping onto the bike. "Let's go, Bud!" Lance pointed forward, a bright smile on his lips. Keith rolled his eyes, but drove Lance to his destination anyway.

Lance never mention what happened on Saturday to the group, and especially what the Korean had said. He was thankful for that. Yet, he was scared what Nyma could say. She could easily black mail him, accuse him for assault. Lance continuously reassured him nothing was going to happen, and he tried to believe him as much as he could, but that nagging doubt still lingered in his mind.

      "Hey, want to hang out?" The Cuban boy asked, resting his head on his friends shoulder. The Koreans' face glowed with a hint of red, and a feeling in his stomach. Ignoring it, he nodded, pulling into the drive of the Foster home.

    "Hey Lance!" Rose cheered from the garden, her blue dress covered in dirt, pollen in her hair and a flower pot in both her hands. "Hey Keith!" She yelled louder. Gently, she put the pot down, and skipped her way to the two teenagers.

      "Hey Rose. How you doing?" Lance inquired, crouching down to her level.

      "I'm good. But look!" She opened her mouth wide, and pointed to a gap in her teeth. "I los meh toof!" She tried to say while she let them see the gap.

      "Wow, again?! You better have put it under your pillow, or no tooth fairy!" He instructed playfully. She gasp, then quickly ran inside.

      "I forgot!" They heard her shouted as she ran inside. They both chuckled at her eagerness, slowly following her inside.

       "So," he turned to his friend, walking backwards into a lounge. A TV sat against the wall, surrounded by discs and controllers. Lance picked up a controller from the couch. He waved it by his face with a smug smile. "Want to play?"

    They had played for hours, Keith beating the latter countless times, and he accusing him of cheating.

      "I swear, you have to be cheating!" He claimed, throwing his arms into the air with exaggeration. The latter shrugged, not giving him a clear answer. "So you are!" He stood and pointed at him.

    Keith began to chuckle, throwing his head back with an amused smile.

      "You dick..." He scuffled his hair, and pushed at his shoulder, then joined in the laughter. After they had calmed down, Lance looked out and saw the sun setting. "Whoa... it's getting dark, and I don't think your old man will be happy about that." Keith looked out too, and sighed.

    He picked up his bag from the floor, both walking down the cream hallway---

BANG