Lean On Me || Klance Angst Oneshots

Insecure

Garrison AU          

Type of Oneshot: angst

Who: klangst

Resolved: ye

Background: pathetic! Lance and depressed! Keith au. Its an overdone concept so you understand it fairly well. Also pinning! And rivalry because of jealousy! Lance. Before Keith drops out and the blue lion is discovered.

Self harm warning

Also sorry if this is weird but this topic hits home and is kinda personal? If that's the right word

  Lance's P.O.V

   "Keith would have been able to do it, he's a good pilot besides the behavior."

   Iverson words are stuck in my head, bouncing around making my head hurt. Stupid mullet head. I'm only here cause he can't behave. I shouldn't be here, I'm a bad pilot, I dont deserve this chance. I'm the last pick. That beautiful idiot, Keith, shouldn't have left me here. I hate him. I wish I never met him. He raised every expectation and now i have to met them. Every teacher compares me to you anyway, so why not.

   My friends have told me not to cut myself anymore. I don't know why they care. It's not like I matter. So I still do. That's what I'm doing right now. It's the only thing that really feels alive. It makes me feel real, more grounded when I'm lost. It's like I finally have a reason to cry. To be in pain. And I can feel something besides pain.

   I clean my wrist and wrap them in bandages. Sometimes, when I'm sad, I'll sneak to the roof of the Garrison and sit and stare at the stars. I sneak out of my room, walking up the stairs to the roof. I'm not alone though, and a black haired someone turns and looks at me. I take notice of the familiar face and turn to leave.

   "Sorry, I'll go."

   "Hey! Wait it's fine! You can stay if you'd like to."

   "Oh sure." I sat down next to Keith. He looks at quizzically, like he's trying to rember something.

   "Your Tailor, right?"

   "No. The name's Lance."

  "Oh well I'm-"

   "Keith yeah everyone knows who you are. 'The best pilot of this class. Be more like Keith'" He really didn't know my name?! I thought that- you know what, never mind. He's like the best pilot in our class, and he's super popular without knowing!

   "Oh I'm sorry."

   "W-why are you sorry."

   "Well you said 'the best pilot of this class. Be more like Keith.' I figured that a teacher or someone said that to you. That's not fair, to compare students. I've seen you fly, your not that bad." He was looking at his feet. I could hear my heart beat in my ears. Did he really think that?

   "Umm well thank you. For saying that. You don't know how bad I needed to hear that." I was actually smiling. I haven't done that in a while.

   "Your welcome." Keith had suddenly paused. He had looked up and was starimg at my arm. Oh shit my arms! I'm in only a tee-shirt! "If you ever wanna talk, tell me. And you shouldn't do that. It'll ruin your pretty arms."

   I watched as Keith stood up and walked to the roof's door.

   "Bye Lancey." Why'd he say it like that? And why is my face so red? Am I bi? Or maybe Pan? I don't know, but I think I like that boy.