Hiding Behind a Mask

Chapter 41- This is Real

Lance rubs his hair dry and walks out of the bathroom into his room. He only had a long sleeved shirt and boxers on but he was going to bed soon anyways. He picks up his glasses on the table and puts them back on his face. He heard something bang on the door, it was locked so someone must've tried opening it since the knocking was so aggressive.

Lance was sure it wasn't Isabella, she had a key to the house... who the hell was trying to get in?

He opens his window and crawled out onto the roof to get a view of who might be over... he can't see who's at the door because the roof is over the deck but he saw the car and knew who was over.

" Rendirse, está cerrado. " Lance said loud enough for Keith to hear. Keith walks down the stairs to look at the roof. He gave Lance a pitiful look.

"Let me in!"

"Why should I?" Lance asks. Keith groans in frustration but he tried to stay calm. Yelling was what lead to this mess.

"I just... I just wanna talk to you!"

"Sure you do." Lance said in a sassy tone. Keith grabs his head.

"Dammit Lance!" He shouts. "Please I'm trying here!"

"Uh huh."

"Come on! Unlock the door and let me in!"

"Sorry, no can do." Lance said. "I'm on the roof now. You can go home."

"Lance!" Keith shouts. "Why won't you listen to me for a second?!"

"Oh wow, did you seriously just ask that?" Lance showed his anger. "Last I checked I tried explaining to you and you fucking yelled at me! Go be a hypocrite somewhere else."

"This is ridiculous!" Keith sighs and walks away. Lance looks at the stars and thanks whoever was up there that was over. He heard someone walk out onto the roof, Lance groans.

"How did you get in?"

"Kitchen window." Keith said quietly. He crawls over to Lance and sat next to him.

"I told you to leave."

"We need to talk."

"You're just going to yell at me again!" Lance wouldn't look at Keith, he held himself close while Keith thought about what to say.

"Um... I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

"For yelling... I guess..." Keith looks down.

"Why should I forgive you?"

"Why should I apologize when you were the one who was letting some creep kiss you?" Keith asks. "Think about it for a moment. How do you think I felt when he did that to you and you did nothing?" Keith asks, he looks down. "I don't think I'm at fault this time Lance." Lance stopped and thought about it... Keith wasn't at fault this time... this was all his fault.

Lance hid his face in his knees and refused to look back up. He was ashamed of himself.

"Lance?"

"J-Just go home." He whimpers. Keith really didn't want to leave Lance on a roof crying. "I said go home Keith." Keith gulps but held his arms out. "What are you doing?" He asks. Keith looks down.

"Um... hug?" Keith asks awkwardly. "Look just come here."

"No, I don't deserve you being nice." Lance said. "You were right... I'm horrible."

"Please let me hug you." Keith kept his arms out.

"No."

"Baby please!" He sounded desperate. Lance looks at him with a worried look. As soon as he looked up Keith grabs him and held him close. "Let me cradle you dammit." He husks out and sat there with Lance in his arms. Lance sat there in his arms stiff for a moment, but he soon relaxed, clenching onto Keith's shirt and buried his face in his neck. He sighs, content in his current state.