Something Sensational (Klance Voltron Fanfic) (Keith x Lance)

Chapter 3

Keith was pissed, that much was evident by the way the tires of his bike screeched as he skidded to a stop when he got to his apartment building. The rain that had been teasing the sky with it's dark storm clouds had finally begun to fall and the wet drip drops only angered Keith more when he felt them land on his face and start to dampen his hair. He stomped up the three flights of stairs to his third floor apartment because having to wait for the elevator was not within Keith's mental capabilities right now. The faster he got to his apartment the better.

After slamming his door closed behind him, Keith kicked off his boots and then moved towards his couch. He flung himself down on said piece of furniture and covered his eyes with his arm as he let out a loud frustrated sigh. 'Why did I have to get involved with that stupid, stubborn, annoying...Ugh!' Keith thought to himself. A loud rumble of thunder shook Keith from this thoughts and he realized that the rain, which a few minutes ago was just a light drizzle, was now falling so steadily that it would likely cause anyone caught in it to become drenched in a matter of minutes. Keith sighed again as he got up from the couch and walked over to the window, pushing the curtain open so he could watch the rain fall.

'No...No I'm not going to feel guilty, I offered to let him stay here. He's an adult if he wants to sleep out in the rain all night that's his choice.' Keith thought as he walked away from the window. Although he was still too frustrated to doing anything except pace back and forth in his living room. As hard as he tried not to, all he could think about was Lance out in the rain. Keith hadn't gotten too good a look at what else was in the boys suitcase except for the little bit of money the towns people had given him, and the props he used for his act. Keith wasn't sure how much clothing Lance had with him or if even had anything at all that he could change into. Keith let out yet another frustrated sigh. Why was he so concerned? Lance had clearly been living like this for a while so the blue eyed boy was probably used to situations like this, right?

'That doesn't mean he should be or is ok with it.' Keith thought. 'I should...no. He doesn't want my help. Just stop thinking about him. I can't do anything else about it anyway. It's not like he's a stray dog or cat that needs to be taken care of. He's a person, an adult for crying out loud. I shouldn't even be worrying about him.'

Another rumble of thunder made Keith wince and stop pacing. He glanced back at the window for a minute longer before his body started to move on it's own as he went to the coat closet to grab a rain jacket. Next thing Keith knew, he was out the door and back on his bike heading back to the park in search for the blue eyed boy, who had managed to get under Keith's skin just enough to make his impulsive nature take over.

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Lance took off running after he snapped at Keith. He was upset at the thought of Keith pitying him but he was more upset at the fact that he had dared to hope Keith actually liked talking to him in the first place. Lance was used to pity, after all he was technically homeless. It was typical of people Lance had met to offer him handouts but Lance had to much pride to ever accept them. He had chosen this life and he was determined to make it on his own. It might be hard at times but Lance loved preforming more than anything and wasn't willing to give that up.

What Lance wasn't used to was getting attached to people or getting his hopes up. Living this lifestyle Lance had developed very reasonable expectations to keep disappointment to a minimum. So he never got his hopes too high for anything. As for getting close to people, well, Lance had stopped doing that years ago. Getting close got you hurt, so Lance kept his distance. He moved on to new places before he got to close to anyone or started to feel to at home. The security of stability frightened Lance and always set him on edge. He needed freedom, he needed adventure, he needed unpredictability. Which is why he was so upset with himself right now.