Forget Me Not (Klance)

Chapter 19, Soft and Cold

I ran down the street after Keith, what happened? Why did he run away? It wasn't like Keith.

I searched everywhere, knocked on doors even, I was doing anything to find him.

I called him 50 times without an answer. I was scared, he could've been kidnapped, hurt, or worst case scenario raped again, I didn't want that. I didn't care, I was going to find him, and take him home.

I looked over at the playground, my heart beating. It was dark, the midnight sky twinkling, I heard sniffling, and then sobbing.

I followed the sound, finding Keith curled up in his knees, I felt terrible, he was out here all by himself, for hours. Hours having panic attacks, he wasn't even responding to me being there.

I pulled him into my arms and into my lap, sighing gently as I let him cry into my chest. I rubbed his back softly for comfort, whispering okays, and alrights.

I convinced him to go home with me, he was still shaking and crying. As soon as we got home I went straight upstairs with him, to my bed. I laid with him in my arms, rubbing his sides until he fell asleep.

Honestly, I haven't slept with Keith in a long time. The last time was when I was 12, I honestly started crying, not because he cried, just because of how I treated him.

My very very amazing, best friend

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"Hey, you ever think we'll still be friends when we're older, like after college and stuff" I asked.

"Probably" He answered gently, his black long hair flowing in his face.

"You're right, I can't imagine living without you" I grabbed his hand.

"I can't either" His voice changed feminine and older, with longer hair.

"Kathy... " I smiled.

"Lana" She teared up.

"I missed you" I smiled, kissing her palm.

"You're the one that died on me first" She joked.

"Well, not my fault" I pouted.

"You're dreaming" She pushed my hair behind my ear.

"I-"

"Lance" Keith answered, "Wake up".

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I shot my eyes open on the bed, what a fucking weird dream. Honestly, I was a little freaked, but at least Keith was okay in my arms. His eyes were puffy and cheeks tear-stained.

I caressed his soft cheek in my hand, he was beautiful, and kind, and gorgeous. He was like an angel sleeping softly, his lips looked soft, as he drooled on my pillows. I wish he knew how much he meant to me.

What exactly was I thinking?

What was I doing? I pulled my hand away, Keith thought of me as his best friend, we were best friends.

I heard sniffling, as he shuffled in the bed, his head laying on my chest, I shook gently, my hand hesitant.

I pet through his soft dark hair, my fingers traveling through the strands like a soft river. He was gently waking up, but I didn't stop holding him close.

"Lance?" He sniffed, lifting his head.

"Yeah?"

"Am I dreaming right now?" He pondered aloud.

"No" I answered, pulling down my hand from his head.

"Why are you being so affectionate to me?" He scoffed, getting up.