The Boy in the Rain//Klance

40. Keith

My mind is reeling from everything my stepmother said. Lance and I are in my room now, he probably wants to know what I want to talk about.

He stands with the moonlight through the window shining on his face. Lance rakes a hand through his brown hair and then looks at me distracted. "Well?" He asks. I shrug and walk over to my bed. I feel Lance's eyes on my back but instead of looking at him or answering his question I hop onto the bed. I curl up into my fetus position and turn away from him.

I wrap my arms around myself to give me heat. Why is my room always so cold?

For a minute I just lay there.

Until the bed creaks slightly and there is suddenly weight behind me. I can feel Lance's heat from where he is next to me. I can hear his breathing, soft and slow.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asks, breathy. I hate how close he is to me. I want to look back at him, for just a moment, I want to see his face. But I just glare at the wall, "Everything." I grumble. I hear Lance groan and it sends tingles down my spine.

"Be more specific Keith." He says, exasperated.

I turn quickly and put my hands on the bed and raise myself up so I'm above Lance. My hands on either side of him and my eyes trained right on his dark blue ones. He looks surprised at my sudden movement. I'm surprised too. I don't know why I did this, I just did.

"Let's talk about us." I growl and stare at him, I want to know his reaction. His eyes glaze over in thought and they move from my eyes to somewhere over my shoulder. "Ok." He breathes out. His lips parted slightly.

I roll to the side off of on top of him and I hear him breathe a sigh of relief. I realize I do too.

"Twenty questions?" I ask, I need a way to just keep asking questions but I don't want it to be weird. Lance nods, "Okay. You start." I think to everything I've ever wanted to ask him.

"Why are you still with Allura?" Lance curses under his breath. "I mean I'm pretty sure you don't completely love her." Memories of him hugging and kissing me play over and over in my mind.

Memories of him telling me how much he loves me.

But he said he couldn't love you.

He told you he didn't want to love you.

"I don't know what to do with Allura." Lance starts, "I don't know what to do with anyone. I kind of just want to cut everyone off and..." he trails off. I let it stay silent for a bit. Let him think. "I'm thinking about breaking up with Allura." He says cutting through the silence. I look at him surprised, "Wait really?" He nods.

His expression grows sad, "I don't deserve someone like her, she doesn't deserve a disappointment like me." He says quietly. I try to contain my anger by breathing slowly.

"You're right that she doesn't deserve you but you're not a disappointment. She doesn't deserve you because she's toxic, controlling and selfish. She always wants you to herself, she never lets you just be with friends or comfort friends when they're upset. She is no good for you." I say with finality, leaving no room for argument.

The room is quiet. I hope Lance knows what I said is true.

"Okay my turn." Lance says as he stares up at my plain ceiling. I'm staring at his angular and tan face in the moonlight of the room. I look at the sharp curve of his nose or his sharp jaw line. I admire his long eyelashes that curl slightly, I take in his curly hair, each and every freckle, and his unforgettable dark blue eyes. It's as if I'm trying to imprint every little piece of his face into my mind forever.

I watch his lips part to ask a question of me. I'm overwhelmed by that urge again, but I push it down deep enough to be able to calm myself.

"Are you going to accept your stepmothers apology? Then what will you do? Go back to normal or will you suddenly start calling her "mom?". Do you even think she meant what she said?" All these questions come flowing out of Lance's soft lips and for a while I'm just watching as he talks.

"I don't know honestly." I say. I really don't. "I think she's being honest and real I mean I don't think someone can act that well. But I do know-" I cough harshly that shakes the bed under us, "-That I will never call that woman my mother. My real mother is off somewhere, probably getting drunk or high with strangers. Or dead." I huff. Lance looks at me with concern. He wraps one arm over my chest and hugs into my side.

"I'm sorry. About your mom." He says softly and I shudder at the closeness. "It's not your fault." I respond and do what I've been wanting to do this entire time. I take my hand through Lance's slight curls. At first he's obviously surprised but he calms into my body once again.

"Ask me a question Keith." Did he have to say my name too? "What will you do about living? Though I would love it, you probably can't stay here at the house forever. What will you do about your dad? Have you even healed fully from that night?" My questions come flowing out this time. Lance chuckles from how much I'm asking, "You're starting to sound like me."

I roll my eyes, "Answer."

"I honestly didn't think that far..." he chuckles darkly, "I mean living wise." He says plainly.

What does he mean?

"What do you mean?" I ask with concern. He waves a hand and dismissed me quickly, "I just haven't though much that's all. I promise I'll think about it though okay?" Lance tries to ease me but there was something in his words that makes me anxious.

Hey hey hey~ guess who just came back from volunteering? Me! So I did a lot of laundry and sorted a lot of donations but then I got to meet a bunch of cats and dogs. Super worth it, they were all adorable. I want to adopt this one cat named Smokey, she was super sweet and even though they said she was shy she was all over my lap and begging to be pet. It was fun and cute.

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