Mrs. Grant set down the groceries on the kitchen table and walked up the stairs to pound on Keith's door. He took the needle off of the record and opened the door.
"It's not even that loud"
"WHERE were you?"
"What do you mean."
"BULLSHIT. WHERE were you?" she clapped her hands in his face as if to shout.
"When?"
"DURING SCHOOL. YOU DITCHED. I met your teacher in the grocery store." She held up the paper grocery list with a written conversation on the back. Shit.
"I ditched with a friend. Lots of people do it."
"If lots of people jump off a bridge, would you?!"
"How high is the bridge?"
"KEITH." His mother said out loud. Fuck.
"I took Lance out and we went to the arcade." He held his hands up in innocence, "That's it."
"Your teacher saw you leave."
"Mom we were stuck in DETENTION. We missed NOTHING."
She put on hand on her hip and clearly signed with her right hand. "You love him."
Keith's eyes widened in fear and he slammed the door closed. He heard his mother sigh and walk back down the stairs.
Fuck.
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I'm Not Listening. -A Sign Language Klance Fanfiction
FanfictionVoltron AU: Small town, 1970's retro era. (Keith Grant, Lance Carter) Lance is tired of constantly feeling alone in his own home. Keith just wants someone to fix his parents. The foreclosed house across the street is suddenly sold and that F...
