Klance fluff//angst//smut

Heartbreaks

Lances pov~

"Lance! Get up! You may not be late again!!" I heard my mother yelling at me while my sister ran into my room.

I was already up, and I have been... I didn't get any sleep. Loren stopped dead in her tracks looking at me, "....you okay?" She whispered, walking closer.

"What? Yea of course I'm fine!" I said, voice strained, "now get out of my room so I can get dressed." She looked away nodding, before walking out of the room.

I almost broke down again, but forced myself up. My best friend was in the hospital, it was hard for me... they said he might not make it.

He's in a coma, has been for months... I won't be able to handle it if he doesn't make it. I can't.

He was my first love, though he didn't know it... and I wanted him to know... I needed him to know...

I needed him. More than I'd like to admit to... but I know I do. I sighed getting up and going to the bathroom, grabbing a towel as I did so. I jumped into the shower, more things running into my mind. He was always there for me when I had nobody to turn to.

He was there for me when.... when I fell for a teacher... he was there for me when a woman... did things to me.

He was there when I was questioning my sexually. But he didn't know that it was because of him that I was...

Now me and him are extremely close... but something the doctors have said is... frightening me. They say that if he does survive, there's a possibility he won't remember me..

We've been friends sense the beginning of our eighth grade year when he moved to our school. But I've never even met his family... he never talks about them either...

I quickly got out of the shower, drying off as I walked back into my room, trying hard to dismiss my thoughts. I quickly slid on a pair of boxers, before looking through my dresser. Finding a black pair of ripped skinny jeans I threw them on.

I rummaged through my closet before finding my AC/DC shirt and throwing it on, grabbing my jacket. I went back to my dresser and got a pair of black socks, throwing them on before grabbing my converse and running down the stairs, a smile on my face.

It was a fake smile, but nobody, in my family at least, can tell the difference. Nobody in my house even knew keith was in the hospital, well... except for my twin sister.

I plopped down in my chair, my second youngest sister sitting on the floor holding little Lillian in her arms. She looked like she was struggling so I stood up, scooping Lillian into my arms making her coo. I smiled down at her, "thanks sharpshooter!" Maxine exclaimed jumping up.

I laughed at the nickname, remembering the reason I got it, "no problem maxamilion" she huffed, "ok ok Sorry Maxie." She smiled, before skipping into the kitchen. I sighed, dropping my smile as I sat down. Setting Lillian, who we all call lilly for short, down beside me so that I could put on my shoes. I slid on my shoes, picking Lilly back up. She cooed at me again, pushing a smile on my face making me laugh.

"S-Sad?" Her voice was quiet, she could only say a few words, her first word was actually my name, and then it was mom and dad.

I gave her a sad smile, "don't worry Lillian, I'm okay." She frowned, crossing her arms. I sighed, standing up. "Come on. Don't do that." She giggled, hugging me. I smiled walking into the kitchen where my mom gave me a kiss on the cheek, handing me a plate.

"I kinda need you to take care of Lillian today..." dad said looking right at me. My older sibling were off at college, except for two, one was in Hawaii for her honeymoon, and the other was in Chicago for his job. The oldest sibling in the house right now was Miguel who, in my parents words, "can't fucking handle kids. Makes them cry the second he holds them." I sighed.