klance oneshots

when the flowers bloom pt.1

painting was keith's escape from reality. ever since he was young his mother had taught him sometimes words aren't needed to express what you feel. flowers are his inspiration. laying out in a field full of thousands of daffodils, daisies, and tulips. you name them, he would paint them. but that was in the past. he'd stopped his silly paintings in the 9th grade after a classmate had made fun of him. he had called him lame, saying how only girls paint flowers. embarrassed and angry keith came home that day and through all his art supplies away. keith was now in 11th grade and never thought about touching a paintbrush again until he saw his muse. lance mcclain.

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lance mcclain was a new student who just so happened to be in the same home room as keith. now keith rarely thought about dating or even his sexual preference, but that didn't matter. as soon as his eyes met lances, he thought the boy was the most attractive person he had ever seen before.
"lance, how about you go take a seat next to keith." the teacher said pointing to the empty desk next to keith. the class stared as lance made his way towards the desk, almost as if they were drawn by his presence. keith couldn't judge, he was also enchanted by his aura which shined with confidence yet kindness. once the class had begun and everyone started talking to lance leaving keith by himself watching as the students engulfed the new kid in questions and compliments. grabbing his pencil and notebook keith began to sketch not noticing the flowers that slowly appeared on his page. staring at his paper, keith grabbed his paper but before he could crumple it up, a unknown voice caught his attention.
"woah did you draw that!" lance had shifted his attention to keith ignoring the crowd of students glaring daggers at him.
"uh yeah i did. it's not that good though i was jus-"
"not that good! are you crazy it's amazing, i cant even draw a stick figure." lance exclaimed causing keith blush over the praises. though the warmness in his chest left as soon as one of the classmates started talking.
"lance don't talk to him. all he does is draw in his stupid notebook. he used to paint flowers all the time, lame righ-"
"i don't think that's lame at all. if i'm being honest you probably couldn't do half the stuff he can with that attitude."
everyone including keith stare at lance. no one had ever stood up for keith before.
"whatever. just remember what we told you, he's weird." they say walking off to go annoy other people.
"thank you." keith says looking up at lance. with this new admiration, keith feels something he hasn't felt in a long time. he doesn't quite know what it is but all he wants is to grab a paintbrush and cover a canvas with thousands of flowers.

"no problem."

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hello, i just read back and it honestly doesn't make sense but i don't care because at the moment it felt good to write. anyway i want to know if you want my to continue this short story? i don't know if it's good enough for different parts but that's my opinion, what do you think?
- m <3