[untitled] ➵ klance (rewriting)

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Shout-out to RachelleDarby and ItsYourGirlAj for pointing out my mistakes. I didn't reread the chapter before I published it because I just didn't feel like it. Thank you!!

Also bigger shout-out to YoitsNico because they always write sweet words. Ahhh, I wish there was a way I could do something for you?? You've made me extremely happy man. Maybe I can ask for a suggestion of yours and I'll write it in a future chapter? Hmu dude.

Also a last shout-out to my bros. You know who you are.

This author note is really long but who cares, I'm gonna make it longer. Shout-out to everyone who has supported this piece of garbage and me. I've never imagined I would reach 8,000+ views. I LOVE Y'ALL

also keith is really boring
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[Keith]
Keith absolutely hated school but yesterday wasn't as bad as usual. The bullies that were usually there to taunt him were gone and he got to have a peaceful day. But today is Saturday and Saturdays were always boring.

Saturdays are filled with lazying, watching the TV mindlessly, and checking your phone once and awhile only to realise that your only friends are your brother and his soulmate.

Soulmate.

Keith begged that his soulmate would talk with him again today. He jumped up from the couch and walked into the kitchen to search for a pen. He could easily walk into his room and grab one but that was at least 2 rooms away while the kitchen was just across from the living room. His ebony hair bounced slightly while he searched through cabinets. He found a bright red sharpie instead, why was a sharpie in the cabinets? Doesn't matter, it's good enough. Keith sat down at the kitchen table and placed his foot on his leg, pushing his pants leg up.

'Hey idiot,' he wrote above their previous conversation. He wouldn't call it a conversation but his soulmate was so against the idea that it wasn't. He sighed, no tingle. "They must be busy or something."

He pushed down his pants leg, almost roughly and placed the sharpie in his pocket.

"What am I going to do?? Shiro won't be home till later and I literally have no one to hang out with. But even if I did, would I really hang with them? Yeah... probably not. Haha I'm such a mess."

He pushed his hair out of his face and sighed again. "Maybe I'll head to the store or something."

Keith made the effort to grab a piece of paper from his room and make his way back to the kitchen. He looked over the things in the kitchen and wrote down what was missing or what they needed more of.

He glanced down the small list and nodded. He headed towards the door and grabbed Shiro's older jacket, that no longer fit him. Keith brushed through his hair with his fingers and turned out the light. He grabbed the keys and open the door. Cold air blew through the open door, almost making him cold but he shook it off. He closed the door and locked it, heading towards his old almost broke down motorbike. Another reason why accepting the job with his uncle in-law was a good idea, a new shiny motorbike sounded great.

He got on it and started it up, the engine sounding not so pretty. He pushed off and headed towards the nearest store

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Keith pulled up to the little store and parked. He got off his shitty motorbike and zipped up his (or Shiro's) jacket, checking his pocket to make sure that the list was still in his pocket. The list was infact still in his pocket so he walked up to the automatic doors. They opened quickly and Keith walked through them, the store's heater buzzing and very little chatter throughout the store almost giving Keith a headache. 'Quit being so temperamental Keith,' he told himself.

He looked down at the list and grabbed a shopping cart, heading to the frozen aisle. While walking up to it, he felt a small pull to his right. He looked and saw nothing, just people shopping mindlessly. He brushed it off and looked forward.

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Keith pulled up to his shared apartment, he grabbed the groceries. The looked up at the sky, watching the blues, reds, and purples blend. He sighed and placed some bags on the ground. He grabbed his keys and pushed them into the door's lock. He opened the door and grabbed the bags, walking in.

He placed the groceries on the table.

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what I listened to while making this chapter lmao:
blue - troye sivan
dirty laundry - blackbear
lose it - oh wonder
oh ms. believer - twenty one pilots
do re mi - blackbear
idfc - blackbear
4u - blackbear

sorry for the not spicy chapters :'( but it will get better!!
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