Lunch during the same day was worse.
Silence was present, but I really wanted to talk with him. I just feel so horrible... like a burden.
He hates me. I know he does. It's not fair in the slightest.
But, surprisingly, I spoke without knowing it. "I like you, Keith. I know you like me back."
Shut up.
Keith didn't respond, but I know he wanted to.
"Just admit it. Just tell me you like me back. Please? So I can finally feel something other than pain." I practically beg. "Please." I almost demand.
"Fine. I like you, Lance. I have ever since you and I met on that dreaded rooftop." He snaps roughly. I gave no reaction.
"Even when you were with Taylor?"
"I was in denial." He quickly spoke, giving me almost death glare.
I can't help feel the tension in the room, making me feel a little sick, but I ignore it. "Am I still not ready?" I ask, meaning am I not ready for a boyfriend.
"I..." Keith calms down dramatically. "I still don't think you are... but- you said it yourself." He smiled. That damned fucking smile. "You said you need to be loved, and I've been ignoring that." He stands up, still staring me down.
I feel nervous, and I don't know why.
"Lance McClain, will you go out with me?" He asks.
That officially kills me. I know he means it too.
"Of course..." I smile back.
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"What's wrong?" he asked | Klance
Historia Corta1-800-273-8255 Warnings: - loneliness - attempt suicide - heavy language The chapters will be very short as this is meant to be a short story. Also, therapist!Keith 1-800-273-8255