scintillation - klance-- machel - ( DISCONTINUED )

f o r g i v e n e s s

^keith's homescreen :)
Btw listen to 'bestfriend' by Rex Orange County while reading this chapter :)

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Three hours passed, it was seven p.m.

The rain got worse, and Keith saw no sign of Lance. Only a read receipt on iMessages, and no response. That's great. He'd eaten his cake with Shiro and Adam—and to be honest, it was fun. But those heart strings were being grabbed constantly.

"Hunk, I don't know if I was too harsh." Keith exhaled, a breath fogging up on his window as he did his homework. "Maybe, man. But I've gotta go. Keep me posted, 'Kay? Love ya, bro. Happy birthday, big boy." Hunk smiled brightly before hanging up. Three beeps were heard, then the phone showed Keith's home screen. Which he had undeniably stolen from Lance's snapchat.

'Open the door fucker' Lance.

Was that Lance's text banner?

It had a blue heart.

Hell, it was Lance.

Keith read it over and over,

It was fucking Lance!

"Oh my God." Keith mumbled, jumping out of bed. He swore he never ran down the stairs quicker, stumbling over his feet once or twice was fine. The breeze pushed against him while he opened the door.

Lance stood there in a blue hoodie.

Keith couldn't believe that Lance was there. And he was drenched, too. Why?

"Hey."

Why would he come?

"Hi."

"C-Come in." Keith invited. Lance pulled his hood down. Lance stood in the corridor, waiting for Keith to speak. Maybe he should have the first word? It was too confusing.

"Lance, I'm sorry I said those . . . really, really rude things to you. I enjoy being your friend, and in all honesty — I was having a horrible day." Keith apologized in a weary tone.

Lance nodded, little specs of raindrops dripping from his chin. "Come, I'll get you a towel." Keith faintly smiled. "I know it's weird, but you want to know who called me today? Lotor, he wished me a Happy Birthday." Keith didn't really understand how he could talk so causally after what had happened.

"Did you mean it?" Lance abruptly asked while Keith looked into the closet. "Mean what?" Keith obliviously questioned. He was certain of what Lance was speaking of.

"Having feelings for me." Lance boldly demanded. It didn't frighten Keith somehow, but it sent shivers up and down his whole body. "Yeah. But that was in the past, I guess. It was seventh, eighth grade-ish?" Keith calmly answered.

Lance gulped down that lump in his throat. "Here." Keith mumbled, handing him the towel. "I'm sorry for saying shit to you, too." Lance held out his arms, sighing, feeling that lump bubble back up. Keith waited, He honestly did. For ten seconds, before burying himself in Lance's chest.

"I missed you today." Lance murmured. "Hm," Keith hummed. "Hey, kiddo. What are you doing, talkin' to yourself this late —"

Lance and Keith turned around to see Shiro in the doorway. He looked, almost, at peace. "Goodnight Lance. See you for breakfast," click. The door shut again.

Keith smiled, though it was faint, it was there.

"You wanna shower? I don't know if my clothes will still fit you, but you can still try." Keith quietly opened his own bedroom door. Books scattered on the wide window ceil, his bed still made, his phone propped up on the ledge of this shelf. The crimson walls made the room smaller. Smaller than Lance had felt before.

But that's how Keith was. He liked small, simplistic.

"I'm good. I'll stay in these." Lance insisted. Keith glared at him, the gray eyes piercing Lance's body to a wall. Then, they softened. "Just change. I don't want you to get sick." Keith smiled, the corner of his lips forcing him to do so.

He stiffly turned away, attention focused on his homework. "I see you haven't become any less of a procrastinator." Lance chuckled, slipping his hoodie off. Keith heard it. It made goosebumps arise. The hoodie slamming down, on the bed, Lance looking for another top. The cool breeze against his back when Lance swooped past him.

"Loosen up, red. We had a disagreement, so what? No need for you to be so tight." Keith let out a shaky breath. He felt an attack, some sort of attack rising. "I need to go, I'll-be back." Keith panicked, rushing to the bathroom.

The door slammed.

Keith faced himself in the mirror.

"What happened?"

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I had to rewrite this chapter several times to get the outcome I wanted