"Hey Allura..." I say slowly and quietly. I watch as the familiar figure walks towards me. She wears my big blue and gray hoodie with my last name on the back- my old soccer team from last year gadv us personalized hoodies. Allura loves wearing this one. I have to say, she looks incredibly adorable with her white hair in a messy bun, my over sized hoodie hanging on her, and leggings for comfort. It makes me sad to see her though.
She sits on my bed and doesn't meet my eyes, she just stares at my hand by my side.
"Allura I'm so-" She cuts my off by grabbing my hand and bringing it to her lips, "Please don't say you're sorry. I'm the sorry one Lance. If I was there for you I could've helped you." This sight of Allura squeezing her eyes shut as she lets tears slip out and kissing the back of my hand over and over makes me want to cry. "Lance when I got that call from Pidge...I felt the same way I did when I got the call that my parents died in that crash." I gulp hard and sit up to hold on to her. I wrap my arms around her gently and slowly, they're still sore from the burns. "I'm- I wish you didn't have to go through that." I say into her neck as she sniffles into my own. "I wish you had reached out to me before, I thought you were feeling better." I gulp.
"I thought I was too. Honestly I don't know what came over me. I just...did it." Allura lets go of my hand to bring her hands up to my face. She cups her hands around my cheeks. I meet her bright blue eyes with guilt. "How do you feel?" She asks lowly and I have to avert my eyes from her own to her lips. Her stare is too much to handle. "My arms only sting if something touches them, so I think I feel good." Allura grabs on tighter and causes me to look at her eyes again, "Lance I want you to know that I am here for you and that I really really love you." I gulp and move in closer, "Thank you. I love you too but I've been wanting to tell you something." I back up a little as I regain my mind. I know what I wanted to do.
This is cruel to her, make her worry for you and then leave her.
"Allura? We would be good friends wouldn't we? We'd be there for each other, support each other and still love each other right?" Allura's eyes go steely, "What are you saying?" I inhale sharply, "I think we should be just friends. I am too much to handle right now and-" She cuts me off, "This is about Keith isn't it? Just because he's your knight in shining armor you think you should just go running back to him?" I tear away from her and sit back. "I'm really sorry for doing this to you. But no this isn't about Keith, this is about you and me." Allura is starting to tear up and I grab her hand but she slaps my arm.
"SHIT!" I shout at the pain. I pull my arm away in a flash and I bite my lip to conceal the pain. The stinging runs up my arm, my chest, my neck, and then to my brain. "I'm so sorry Lance!" I shake my head. Then after a second of her apologizing and me pushing down the pain I croak out, "Get out Allura." She looks at me dumbfounded. Then I close my eyes and set my jaw. My words come out the most demanding I've ever heard them, "Get the fuck out of my hospital room Allura and don't come back." Then I finish it off with a hard glare that follows her figure as she walks out the door. When it shuts I breathe a sigh of relief.
When the door opens up again I almost shout for her to leave once again.
"Lance? Buddy? It's us." Hunk's voice snaps my head to the side and I see Pidge in a green jacket and white skinny jeans. Her eyes are clouded with worry and I move my gaze to Hunk who carries a bag of what looks to be cookies. He wears comfy looking sweatpants and a yellow t-shirt. "Hey guys." I say with a smile. The two walk over to either sides of my hospital bed. "These are from your mom by the way, I didn't make them." Hunk hands me the cookies and I gratefully open the bag and reach for one.
"You really scared us Lance." Pidge starts, "Don't apologize. We should apologize. We're sorry you haven't felt loved and we're sorry you don't feel like you can confide in us. If there is anything you've ever wanted to tell us you can. Know we love you, you're one of four of us. We cant be us without you. Sorry I'm not good with words-" I cut her off by grabbing her and pulling her into a hug. "You're great Pidge. One of the best friends I've ever had and you have to know none of this is your fault." I shut my eyes tight as I hold my friend close. "It isn't your's either Lance." She says it so low I almost didn't hear it, but I did, and I let a few tears fall. "Thank you." I say as I pull away. I notice Pidge wipe at her eyes before I turn to Hunk.
He smiles softly and opens his arms wide. I gratefully accept and let myself be embraced in warmth. I hear Pidge scurry around the bed and then I feel her little arms try to wrap around Hunk who's wrapped around me. It's a failed attempt. But ha so was mine. Too soon. You know you're morbid when your own mind tells you to chill with your dark jokes.
"I love you guys." I say into Hunk's chest. "I love you too buddy!" Hunk says. "I guess I tolerate you Lance." Pidge jokes and honestly I'm glad, I don't want to be treated any differently. Or maybe I do. But anyway, this is perfect how it is. This platonic three of us all together is amazing. The only one I want romantically right now is hurt and burned because of me. "Oh Lance! Keith wanted us to tell you that he'd be by your side soon." I smile to myself and I hug Hunk a little tighter. Because maybe I do have a small chance with Keith still. If he let's me in again I won't hurt him this time. Never again.
Hey Hey Hey! So I'm on a writing kick right now, I don't know if I'll upload the next chapter soon so don't get your hopes up but I might. I am really hoping this new fifty improves everything and when I finish I can go back and fix everything I don't like (If that's possible-there's a lot of stuff I dislike) But i hope you have a good day/night and keep shipping klance! We must be optimistic.
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The Boy in the Rain//Klance
FanfictionHow ironic it would be that the first and last times I had seen him would be with him standing in the rain. Face tilted high, like he wasn't afraid. Yet you could see the tears staining his cheeks, the difference between the rain and his tears is th...
