The Boy in the Rain//Klance

46. Keith

Lance told me to go home. He walked me out of the apartment, down the stairs and all the way to my bike. He stood there and watched me get on my bike. "Are you sure you don't want to come back with me?" I ask hopefully, seeing his face so sad it makes me want to hug him and never let go. He smiles and shakes his head, "I'm sure. Thank you though. For everything." Lance just wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my chest. I wrap my arms around him too and smile.

"If you ever need anything, you know where I am." I say. That's true, I want Lance to come to me whenever he needs me. Lance nods and pulls away. He smiles again and I can feel something isn't right, "Go home now okay? Say hi to Shiro and Acxa. Thank your step mom for everything. Bye Keith." Lance says. He's the one to turn away first. He's the one to step away. He's the one to walk out.

But I'm the one that didn't stop him.

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I stare up at my ceiling. My room feels different without Lance here to talk to me. I let my left arm reach out on the mattress, as if it's somehow able to reach out and grab Lance. The moonlight shines between the blinds and it casts a light on my wall. Lines of light and shadows decorate my plain walls. I should add more color.

Blue would look nice, I think to myself. Maybe a blue painting, a blue rug, a blue pillow. I squeeze my eyes shut, the only blue thing I really want is Lance. I don't need any colors in my life except for him. He's all the shades of blue, there's the days he jokes and wears a smile which is bright sky blue. There's days where he's scarily calm and that's a navy blue. The days where he's a stormy ocean is when he just can't keep all his feelings inside.

His stormy ocean days hurt the most.

I think of his dark blue eyes. They aren't a bright sky blue or anything that's traditionally seen as beautiful. I just love them because they're Lance. I've been so busy hanging out with Lance the past couple of days I've completely forgotten I have school tomorrow. It's Sunday. Shit. I feel like it's been forever since I went to school. It's already June too so school will be ending soon. Damn have I been completely lost in the stormy Lance.

Good thing it's only my junior year that I've lost. If it was my senior I would be in a lot of trouble. Senior year is so close....I really need to start worrying about the future. I wonder if Lance worries about the future. I shake my head. He doesn't. He told me he wasn't even thinking about college.

That makes me sad because in all the time we've been friends he shows potential. He can sing, play guitar and dance. So why doesn't he go after it? I turn over on my side and watch my hand fall against the mattress. Will Lance even be at school? Will he go to a different school now? Will he live with his brother permanently? Will he ever want to see me?

I rub my eyes and rub a hand through my hair. The moonlight casts an odd line on the wall next to me. I sit up slowly, trying not to get dizzy. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. I walk quietly over to my window and lift it slowly. The night breeze whooshes in and my unkept hair sways slightly. I lift myself out of my room and into the summer night.

I scale the roof carefully, my bare feet hitting the shingles. Holding on to flat surfaces is quite hard when you're trying to climb. But once I reach the top the dangerous climb to get there matters none. I sit on the edge and look at the stars. Lance once told me he wanted to touch the stars. He said he wanted to name a star after each one of his siblings, and name the biggest one for his Mama. I thought it was sweet and I still do. For some reason Lance was embarrassed. Whats so embarrassing about loving your family? About your family loving you?

The dark blue night sky is littered with white-gold stars that shine brightly along with a full moon. I think back to the night Lance and I slept in a field. Anything could've happened to us.m Nothing did we just held each other, talked and looked at the stars.

I wish I could do that now.

I wish I could press my body up against Lance's. Take in all his warmth. I wish I could hold him close to me and never let him go. I'd mumble words into his chest and he'd laugh, causing his whole body to rumble beside me. I'd smile to myself because I was proud I made him laugh. I wish I could let him scream and cry and let all his feelings out on me. I wish he wouldn't close himself off or back away when it meant opening up. I wish I could make anyone that's ever looked at him the way I do disappear. I wish Lance and I were the only ones in the world.

Though I wish, it's not happening. Tonight at least. Tonight I'm on the roof looking at the stars and thinking of him while he's sleeping soundly finally thinking he's safe from his father. I wish I could've made him go to the hospital for his wounds. His head was smashed into a wall for God's sake he could have a concussion. The bruises and wilts on his ribs made it hurt when he laughed. So why did I want him to laugh? It's unfair. I'm selfish. I want a happy Lance to be there for me when actually Lance is far from happy. I want someone to hold me up when in reality Lance just needs someone to hold onto.

I want to punch something. Someone. Anything. Anyone.

I'm so so sorry I haven't updated in forever! But 14.5k reads?!?! That's amazing thank you so much! Definitely more than this fic is worth but thank you all so much for your reads, votes and comments. I appreciate all of you.

Also who do you think Keith should punch?