chatroom | klance au

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SORRY FOR MY BULLSHIT UPDATES BUT I'M GOING TO TRY TO CONTINUE THIS TO MY BEST ABILITY I LOVE YOU ALL AND ALL OF THE COMMENTS YOU LEAVE MAKE ME VERY HAPPY

"I'm so fucking sorry," the words gushed out of Lance's mouth like a waterfall.

"This last month has been.." he paused, trying to think of what he could say. How could he explain himself? 'Oh, I'm sorry for ruining your life, but I'm back now to fuck it up again!' God, he was so stupid.

"I'm scared, Keith." The words tasted bitter in his mouth and they stung.

"My parents have been.." Lance's sentence dragged on. The silence in the air was deafening. His mind was screaming for the words he wanted to say. Needed to say.

"They don't think I'm normal. They say I'm an abomination. I don't deserve to live. I'm going to rot in hell for the rest of eternity."

Keith rubbed his thumb in circles onto his index finger. He wanted to do something. Lance was so hurt. He wasn't okay. It was his fault. All his fault. "That's not true," he said in what he hoped was a delicate, comforting voice.

"Is it- is it safe at your house? Please tell me they didn't hurt you." Keith's question hung in the air. Lance's expression was more than enough for an answer.

The ticking of his clock flooded his thoughts. Words hung at the end of Keith's tongue but never left. What could he even say? He couldn't do anything to help him. All he was doing was being a burden. He was ruining his life.

The thought lingered in Keith's mind. "I can- you can stay with me. My house is safe," he whispered. His voice was hoarse from crying so much. He was trying his best, but honestly, he looked like a trainreck. The blush that kissed his ears and cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon.

"Keith," Lance muttered. The words stung. He didn't like the way that his voice made him jump, or the way that Keith's breath caught in his throat when he spoke. "I can't. They'll be so angry. How would I even do that? I couldn't escape if I tried."

Keith tried his best to keep his emotions in tact. This isn't about you, his own voice chimed in his mind. You can't just keep crying. "You know you don't have a choice. It's not safe. Staying there isn't okay. I can- I can pick you up. Please," he whispered, his voice fragile as if it could break into a thousand pieces.

"What time do they normally go to bed? If you can start packing your stuff now, I can try and pick you up late. Please, Lance. You can't stay there."

"Okay."

Keith nodded, but didn't know what to say. He thought for a moment before saying, "I'm glad you're okay."

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Lance's fingers anxiously tapped on the countertop below them. A million thoughts buzzed through his head. What if Keith hated him? Would he forgive him?

The bright light of his phone turning on suddenly made his heart skip a beat.

[gaykeith]: i'm here, come outside.

The familiar username poked at Lance's heart forcefully.

He hoisted the red duffel bag of mostly shirts onto his shoulder. He looked pretty bad himself. Lance's dark hair was sticking out everywhere. His eyes drooped and the bags that rested under them were very well defined. As he opened the door as quietly as possible, the rumble of Keith's engine filled the air.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. It was really him. He hadn't seen him in person for a while. The many nights they had spent cuddled on Keith's bed flashed through his head, making him flinch at the sight. A small rosy blush covered Lance's nose and he tried his best to cover up his face as he opened the car door.

"Hi," peeped an awkward Keith, fidgeting with his hands on the wheel. "I'll just put your bag on the back seat," he muttered, reaching out to grab the long bag off of Lance's shoulders. Their hands brushed briefly. A jolt ran through his body as he flinched. Fuck, he thought to himself internally.

Keith tried to ignore the creeping heat that spread from Lance's nose to his ears.

Grabbing the bag and quickly shoving it behind his seat, he relaxed somewhat, his eyes focused on the wheel.

"Okay, um, I'm gonna start driving now." Lance gave a small smile, his nose crinkled as he did so. Keith tried his best to ignore that as well.

As they began to drive down the seemingly endless road, the tapping of Lance's fingers once again filled the air. He tried to search for the right words to say, but nothing came out. The windows of the dark blue, beaten up car were open, and wind blew in that tickled his neck.

He wished he could snuggled up to Keith for warmth, but he couldn't do that now. No shit, sherlock.

Keith ran a hand through his unruly black hair, trying his best to fix the mess that it was. After a couple minutes of silence, he pulled into his driveway and parked the car before taking the keys out of the ignition.

Lance's eyes were trained on him as he pulled the duffel bag out of the back seat. He definitely wasn't staring at the way Keith's shirt lifted up when he grabbed it. Trying his best to avert his toughts, he once again tried to think for something to say or do.

"Thank you," the soft whisper left his lips as he pulled Keith in for a hug. Lance's face was as red as a tomato by now. They hadn't dated long, but it felt like they were strangers by now
He didn't like the fact he could still taste his lips pressed against his own.

Keith pulled away from his hug after it lasted a second to long. He hurt you, the voice chimed in his head.

"Just to set some boundaries," he paused, trying to study the expression on Lance's face, "This can't happen again." His voice dripped with pain as the words escaped his mouth.

"You hurt me. Bad. I can't- this can't happen again, okay?"

"Okay."

They walked to the door in silence, but Keith could tell he was hurt. He fumbled with the keys to the door as he opened it. "Try your best to stay quiet while my mom is sleeping," he muttered, making a beeline to his room as Lance awkwardly followed.

Lance really didn't like the way that Keith's room vaguely smelled like flowers, or how the familiar stuffed hippo that layed on his desk seemed to be judging him.

"Bunk beds?" He asked, staring up at the top bunk. It seemed unused, the bed still made as if it were waiting for someome to come and lay down on it.

"Uh, yeah. My brother," he responded.

"Oh," whispered Lance.

"Yeah. You can sleep in his bed. Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm good," he muttered, trying his best not to push on the subject further.

"I really meant it when I said thank you. I don't know what I'd do if I had to stay there." The words stayed untouched as Keith flicked off the light and climbed into his bed awkwardly.

"Goodnight, Lance," he  replied in a hushed voice, hoping he could crawl under the covers and never come back.

i apologize for my horrible update schedule, but i really am trying my best! but i hope you guys like this chapter! 1300 words still looks like a small amount lmao