Lost Dreams. (Klance) (Disneyland AU)

The Past...

                     (Mentions of abuse, sexual abuse, and rape)

Keith beckoned for Lance to follow him as Keith directed Lance to his truck. Keith opened the passenger door for Lance. "Thanks." Lance thanked Keith. Keith smiled and closed the door as Lance sat in the rusty truck. Keith opened the drivers door and got in the faded truck, closing his door. Keith started up the engine and got going. "So... got a specific song you want to listen to?" Keith asked. Lance shook his head. "No, sorry, you can put on whatever." Lance answered. "Don't be sorry." Keith assured Lance. Lance smiled weakly. Keith put on the radio to random station, which just happened to be playing 'Baby Hit Me One More Time.' By Brittany Spears. Lance just then, in the spur of a moment, had started jamming out and singing along to the song. "You like Brittany?" Keith asked, smirking.

Lance smiled intensely. "YEAH! She is my queen!" Lance yelled over the blaring music. Keith chuckled.  "What are you laughing at?" Lance asked whilst snickering. "Nothing." Keith smirked. Lance leaned closer to Keith. "You sure?" lance asked, exaggerating the word sure. "I'm sure." Keith answered again. Lance leaned even closer, so close that Keith could feel Lance's breath on his neck. "Sure?" Lance whispered into Keith's ear. Keith could feel his whole body shiver at the sensation. "Y-yep!" Keith yelled out. Keith was blushing hard now. "Ok." Lance said backing up, satisfied with the response he got from Keith. Hm, I wonder, is he gay? Probably not, but, there is a chance. Keith was staring intently at the road, trying his best not to look at Lance as he was singing and dancing, that didn't look to innocent, to the new song, 'I'm A Slave 4 U.' By Brittany Spears. (Yet once again) 

Lance had kept singing and dancing until Keith had gotten to his destination. "Lord." Lance mumbled nervously. "You ok?" Keith asked, noticing Lance's nervousness.  "Yeah, I'm fine." Lance hesitated. But I'm not fine, I'm just lying to him, God, fml. "Lance. I need you to tell me the truth." Keith said sternly. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I just... This is hard for me." Lance admitted. Keith put his hand on Lance's shoulder. "You don't have to do this if you don't feel comfortable." Keith told Lance. Lance shook his head. "No, I am." Lance said. "C'mon, the quicker we get in the quicker we can-" Lance rushed than interrupted by his ringing phone. "Sorry, have to take this, go in without me." Lance apologized. Keith nodded, shutting the engine off and walking inside his house. "Hola mamá. ¿Qué es?" Lance asked his mother. "¡¿Dónde estás?!" His mother asked furiously. "Estoy en casa de un amigo mamá. No te preocupes, Estaré en casa pronto. Te amo." Lance answered. "Ok, no te vayas mucho, Lance. Los amo a los dos." Lance's mother said. Lance stopped the call and walked inside.

"Hey Lance, do you want some tea or coffee or something?" Keith asked. "I'm good." Lance told Keith. "Ok." Keith answered. Lance took a seat on the couch while Keith brews a tea for himself. "Sorry about that." Keith apologized as he sat down on the couch. "Its fine." Lance pardons Keith. "Ok so, well. I have depression." Lance admitted. "But you seem like such a happy boy." Keith said surprised. Lance nodded. "Yeah, I look happy but that doesn't mean I really am. Some people can just hide it really well." Lance said sadly. Keith frowned. "If you don't mind me asking, what caused this?" Keith asked. Lance paused for a second. "I'm Bisexual, so when I was in middle school, I asked out this kid and got bullied until the 10th grade, so life was already so hard, but then even more difficulty was added when my dad started drinking almost every night and abused me, my mother, and my twin sister Veronica. H-he even had a friend w-who would sexually a-abuse me from time to time. And o-one night he-" Lance started crying. Keith hugged Lance tightly as Lance cried into Keith's shoulder. "Ssh, it's ok. It's ok." Keith tried calming down Lance. "But it's not! My mother i-is still getting a-abused! And t-that man is s-still out t-there!" Lance cried.

"I know you don't want to bring it up, but, what did that man do to you?" Keith asked. Lance looked up to see Keith. "He raped me." Lance admitted. "...How'd it happen?" Keith asked. "Well one night, my father came home, and he was sober, but besides that, he invited his friend over. We all were having dinner, when I excused myself to the bathroom. And at the time, I was 15 years old. Back to the story, I was coming out of the restroom when the man stood in front of the door telling me to go back inside the restroom and to strip. I of course tried to escape him but it didn't work, he still got me. My father even knew but didn't do anything. I hate him." Lance told Keith. "I'm so sorry." Keith apologized. "It's fine, it's not your fault. As much as I want to stay, I have to go home." Lance pardoned himself. "Ok, but if you need me, CALL ME. Please, I don't want you to get hurt or worse. We may not be the best of friends but I care about you." Keith told Lance. Lance smiled. "I want us to be friends, I really do. Even if you don't believe me, I do want to be your friend. But besides that, I will call you if I need you. Thanks for tonight. " Lance admitted. "Thank you." Keith thanked Lance. Lance smiled and headed out of the door. "No problem." Lance smiled.