Klance | Oneshots

Am I enough? | Interactive AU 2 -End-

So you all wanted Lance to see Keith?

Alright.

Lets see how this ends.

Will it be the ending you wanted?

→☻←

Would you mind if I joined you out by the bridge Keith?

Send message?

Yes | No

Lance presses send, patiently awaiting for this person on the other end to respond.

Sure Andrew, my phone is at 9% anyways.

It would've sucked if I had disappeared, wouldn't it?

Yup

Lance shoves his phone in his pocket, quickly putting his arms through the sleeves of his jacket. Lance throws on a baseball cap, the closest thing he has to cover his head from the harsh cold that ponders this early in the morning.

How he hated the winter mornings.

Lance unlocks his window, slowly climbing through it onto the roof. He closes the window, and jumps down, falling towards the cold ground with a thud.

He was so close now, just a couple more steps through the woods and he'd be at the bridge.

Lance turns away from the street, towards the thick patch of trees that lay beyond his large white house. He stuffs his hands into his jackets pockets, feeling his phone vibrate with every new message.

However, his hands were too numb for him to respond.

So maybe, he started to run a little quicker, his breath quickening with every new step because he was afraid that Keith was about to jump.

He didn't even know this person, yet he was running to them like his own life depended on it.

"Keith, please be alive when I get to the bridge." Was all Lance could muster as his lungs heaved. He runs through the last bulk of trees, and immediately the bright moon hits his face.

Lance covers his face as he would during the day, and then suddenly- the moon is replaced with the sun.

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"Hey Lance-" a little boy yells, pulling at his friends ear. The brunette grumbles something, as the book he's reading is ripped from his grasp. "Keith that wasn't cool!" Lance yells in return, taking the book back. He places it on his side, on the towel, on the bridge that they are both sitting on.

The two boys were both wearing their swim trunks. Keith was soaking wet, just coming up from jumping off of the railing on the bridge. Lance, on the other hand, just wanted to stay dry. Away from the water that he was terrified to jump into.

All he wanted to do was read.

Keith had other ideas.

The little boy with the shoulder length hair swiftly takes Lances' book, throwing it over the side of the bride with all of his might.