Show off!! - a Klance Dance AU fanfiction

C8: Guilty

Saturday, 8:02am
    The smell of pancakes jostles me awake, sending pleasure to my senses. I blink my eyes open, rubbing them. They're a bit bleary, but after a second or two they focus and I find myself staring at a sound asleep Keith. I smile warmly, him sleeping was much more peaceful than him being awake. I notice how gorgeous he really is, never really paying attention to his natural beauty. His hair was messy- very messy- but it kinda looked cute, even with his scrunched up face. His eyelashes rest gently against his cheek, they're so long. I can see the morning redness on the apples of his cheeks and the top of his nose. Then I see the digital clock on the bedside table and my heart throbs. I felt white flash before my eyes as I realize that Shiro and Pidge were most likely awake down there and would assume the worst.
       What would they think of me? Would Pidge think I'm lame? Would she hate me, and not let me explain myself? Would she think I'm just a horny teen? I feel my heart race and I try to retrace my steps last night but I just couldn't grip them, my thoughts flew by in seconds and I can't process all of them. I feel my palms get sweaty and my ears get hot and all of a sudden I can't  breathe. I'm taking shallow breaths and I feel the room spinning and getting closer to me. I start to feel hot tears stream down my cheeks before I can control them. I grip the sheets in fear.
       I hear my Mamá voice.
       "Lance, rispira hijo, rispira. Rispira, uno, dos, tres, cuatro..." She's panicking, calling over Papa as I start violently shaking on the sofa. She grabs my hand as I scream and cry, so fearful of god knows what. He feels my head, and grabs me tight. He doesn't let go. I cry into his shoulder as he pats my back hard. I felt my chest sink as he holds me tight and Mamá coos in my ear. I feel safe. I start to recollect myself. The next day I hear Mamá fighting with Papá about me.
   "He needs the help Jesus!" Mamá points a finger to Papá's chest.
   "He just got nervous Esmé! You are being over dramatic like always!" He throws his hands in the air, and grabs his coat. "If you want to stuff the kid with pills to think it'll help the little freak then do it! Whatta I care? You won't listen to me anyways!" He walks out the door with a cigarette hanging from his lips, he slams it.
    I feel a hand in mind, I look over to my right. Keith looked at me with wide eyes, worried. I quickly wipe the tears from my cheeks but I can't help them from falling down my face.
    "Is this because of last night?" He asks, he loses eye contact with me. I retch my hand back from his trying to distance myself as far as possible from him. I was in sensory overload. He looked like he had no idea what to do. Like prey stuck in the jaws predator.
     "No, I mean yes, wait-" I take a deep breath. "Yes, and no. It's just that w-we... we shouldn't have done that." It's hard to get the words out, my hand is violently shaking against the sheet.
   His eyes flash with something I don't recognize. He begins to say something then stops himself. His lips purse. "Did I take your first kiss?"
    "O-Oh god no, that's not...thats not why I'm up...upset." I croak. I finally stopped shaking, I take a couple more deep breathes like Mamá and the Therapist practiced with me. I still couldnt think clear, the room stopped spinning but I still felt dizzy. "I just-I'm worried what Pi...Pidge and Shiro will think."
    "Ah." He lets go of my hand, and sits up on the edge of the bed, facing the doorway.
    "Yeah, I guess I kinda forgot about that part...this, this doesn't mean anything by the way. No offense. I just- this was a one time thing."
     I'm surprised by his sudden words but I nodd anyways, finally wiping the last of my tears away. He looks at me and starts to giggle. He tried to hide the laugh but fails.
    "What's so funny?" I cross my arms. The dizzy feeling stopped, but my hand still shook against the bedside.
    "First: I thought you were some crazy Christian or something, and second; you have the most intense bed head I've ever seen." I stick out my bottom lip, but then I couldn't help but start to laugh.
    "Listen, we can walk downstairs together. Then that's the end of it. No more sloppy makeouts. No more weird conversations. Got it?" Keith goes to touch my hand but then takes it back, and gets up to walk downstairs.