klance: don't kill yourself. [HIATUS]

the boy with scars.

**lance perspective/narrating**

I met Keith in school,5th grade; he didn't enter to school since the beginning of the course but actually, he was really good in all the stuff we were seeing. the first time I saw him I thought: "he looked like one of those boys who has problems with their parents or something". I like to help people... depressed or insecure people, to make them feel secure of theirselves, to make them get out of the pain or problems around them and see the good side of life. yea, I like to help, but I never had the opportunity to deal with someone until Keith came to my life, or perhaps, I went to his life.
at first day he was quiet and serious, empty, but always... how can I say? beautiful, like an angel... but at the same time, that angel had the deepest and darkest secrets and problems, and the worst part was that he kept them just for himself. I knew this since I saw for first time his scars... I knew that he made them with the whole anger of a person, I'm sure he was mad in that moment; scars... many of them in his arms but with the pass of time, I realized that he had them also in his left leg.
with the pass of the days we became friends, I presented him to hunk -my best friend- and they became friends too. I told him about my family, friends, life in school... we even spent some days together in my house playing video games or doing projects with hunk together. I started to see Keith a little happier than when he came to school for first time.

since 6th grade, I started to say to Keith: "man, if you have any problem or thought that you want to tell to someone, you know I'm here for you". but he didn't tell me anything until 7th and 8th grade, when i really understood everything... getting the confidence of someone, specially Keith, is hard.

in 7th grade, Keith and I realized that some girls were talking about him like if they had a crush on him, and I told him "go, why not?", but he always answered me that he wasn't interested in them. is he hiding me something?
for almost the end of 7th grade, in a night when Keith stayed in my house for sleep there and the next day go to a school life he told me everything, or almost everything... we were exactly in the garden of my house, alone.
**flashback**
"hey Lance, come here. more closer." Keith said.
"what's up man?... uh?" I saw his face, he was serious again, for first time in a while... what is going on?
"Lance I'm gonna tell you, the things that you were waiting for almost 3 years"
"Keith... you don't have to tell me if you don't want..." I was at point of starting another self esteem speech but Keith interrupted me.
"I was 11 years old when my dad who was a fireman died. since there, I started to feel the loneliest person ever, I never had a mom, I don't even know who is she and, my dad, my buddy, the only person who I always loved and had, died. I started to cut myself and I until now, I haven't told to my aunt. and, well, that's all..."
that "that's all" was the most fake "that's all" that I've ever heard. but I didn't ask him more, I just- I didn't know how I feel in that moment, I think I was crying and i... I hugged him...
"Keith, you are not alone" I told him really slowly while I was hugging him. "you have me, I will be always here for you. don't doubt that."
then, I looked at his face, and I realized that, although he was crying too, he was smiling. then, I smiled at him too.

Keith...

**end of flashback**

finally, in 8th grade he told me that he was gay. and of course, I told him I was bi. we laughed and I remembered why he was never interested on those girls.

but, i don't know why... in high school... everything changed between us.

[[PFFFFFFT, hello????? :) ye, Lance narrate in this story too. it's like, the perspective of both, Keith and Lance, cool isn't it? well I like it idk. also, WOW KEITH you're soOoOo gay, I love you. fact, I sometimes hate my momma eheehhehehehehe. well, I hope y'all are enjoying it]]