The Story of Us

12 - Lance

Just realized that I never put an authors not at the end of the last chapter...basically it was just me saying sorry for doing this to our poor emo baby.

"What the everloving, chocolate covered fuck did that bitch think she was doing?"

That's Pidge. As soon as we told her (she's  a girl right now) she started ranting. From the corner of the room Marissa half heartedly shouts "Language!"

Pidge turns on her heel, "But I'm right!"

Marissa shakes her head and smiles. "I never said you were wrong. It's just a part of my job to remind you to watch your language. I wholeheartedly agree with you. So," she tips her head at Pidge, who in turn smiles.

I turn to the right, where Keith sits next to me. He's curled in on himself, like he can't hide enough. I remember how I was exactly like that all the time when I came in. I talk about it like it was so long ago, but it's only been a few days.

Suddenly, I feel like maybe this huge sweatshirt...maybe he needs it more than I do. I stand up and walk out, going to our room.

When I get there, I take off my sweatshirt, trying to ignore the coldness that runs across my body. Shiro said I could have any sweatshirt I wanted, so I take a random one. It's still approximately eighty-seven sizes too big, but I like it. It's smaller on the shoulders, and bigger around the stomach.

I walk out, holding my old sweatshirt in one hand. I walk past Shiro, he looks ecstatic. "I'm discharging today!" He says with a huge smile.

"Really! That's so cool! Can I have your number so I can call when I get out?" I ask.

"Sure!" Shiro says. "I'll put it on a sticky note and leave it on your desk. I'll say bye later. See ya! Oh, and you can keep the pants and the sweatshirt, same with Keith," and with that, he walks off to our room.

I walk into the lounge, where Pidge is still on her rant. Keith has curled up even more, and Pidge has a softish voice to avoid setting him off again.

"Keith," I say, "do you want this?" I hold out the sweatshirt.

Keith nods and walks towards me, taking the sweatshirt gently. He puts it on and it goes past his knees, because he's just so short. I reach out and hold my hand in front of him, offering it up for him to take.

He does, gripping my fingers. He leads me to the seats and plays with my fingers, tapping and intertwining his fingers with mine. He rubs his thumb across my scars, his huge sleeve slipping over his hand depending on the angle of his hand.

Marissa walks in, I feel bad for not noticing she left, and says, "I have great news!" The entire room turns to her. Keith keeps his hand in mine.

"Diana, everyone's least favorite nurse, is being let go due to - let me check this list - triggering patients, physical contact with a patient, verbal harassment of a patient, and causing a relapse in multiple patients. Anything else she's done to you guys?"

Our voices overlap each other and Marissa races to write them all down, "Thanks guys! Really, it's time for her to leave,"

We all cheer, Pidge jumping up on a chair and waving her hands in the air.

Finally, we're getting rid of that witch.

Keith hugs me, burrowing his face into my shoulder and taking a long inhale. "Lance," he mumbles.

I ruffle his hair and..."wow"

"What?" Keith asks.

"Your mullet is really soft," I say with a light laugh.

"It's not a mullet," Keith hisses. I laugh as he pulls out of the hug.

"That's definitely a mullet. Look at it!"

Keith pulls his hood over his head. Then he pulls the strings so his entire face is covered. I laugh so hard I fall out of my seat.

Pidge is still telling Marissa all about how much she hated Diana, and that one girl (Allura?) is sitting and smiling quietly into her book.

Keith is limp in his chair, snoring softly. I guess he didn't get much sleep last night. I smile at him. He's revealed his face, and he looks so peaceful. I love it.

I absentmindedly brush his bangs away from his face. God, he's so beautiful. His hand shoots up and takes my wrist. "I'm not asleep," he mumbles.

"Sorry," I say sheepishly.

Keith opens his eyes and shrugs. "Weren't we supposed to be getting a snack? You know, before my screaming woke everybody up?" He looks guilty.

"More like before Diana made you panic. Yeah, we were. Lemme ask Marissa if she can open the snack room." I say. Marissa is sitting in the corner of the room on a swivel chair.

"Can I have a snack?" I ask nervously.

Marissa looks up and smiles. "Sure. Does Keith want anything?" She asks.

I shrug and grab apple juice, a bottled water, Rice Krispies, and Cheerios. I walk out and hand Keith the apple juice and the Cheerios. Rice Krispies are basically air, and water won't get me fat. So that's what I'm choosing.

Keith thanks me and chows down. I look at him, feeling a Little envious. He looks so good. Not even in an 'I'm attracted to him' way. He's just so fit. I can't help but wish I looked like that. I don't through. Instead, I'm fat. I look like Jabba, and I don't like it.

"-ance. Lance. Lance? Are you okay?" Keith snaps his fingers in front of my face. I jump slightly.

"Yeah? Oh, I'm fine. Just..." I trail off, looking to the side.

Keith looks at me. "Is this about how you look?" He asks softly.

I nod, feeling him take my hands in his. "Lance, listen to me. You're not fat. If anything, you're so skinny it scares me. Look, you need to eat. Diana went about it all wrong, but I'm telling you now: eat what you can, and how much you feel comfortable eating. You'll be better off eating a little every day and not puking at all, than eating a lot and puking it up," 

I smile. Maybe...maybe Keith is right. Maybe the cure to my fatness is...

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Ooooof this actually sucked. Anywho, Diana is NO MORE so I hope you guys like that. Bye bye!! <3