Klance School AU

Chapter 3: Home

After a little while of talking and eating. It was time to head off to their next class. Lance picked up his stuff and headed towards English, his second least favorite class besides Math. He decides to take a seat in the only remaining one in the back. He leans back, preparing for a long, boring class. When he notices a certain Mullet besides him.

  Of course, THE Keith Kogane had to be in most of his classes! He looks over at what he's doing. Keith appeared to be drawing, but Lance couldn't quite tell what it was. So he leaned over ever so slightly, playing it off as repositioning to sleep, and took a glance at Keith's drawing. He didn't know that Keith drew, and he seemed to be good at it too.

    He was drawing a wolf with a dark shaded tail, calm, slender eyes, white paws, fur that somehow appeared soft through the drawing, and the most radiant pupils he had ever seen on an animal. The wolf appeared to be trapped in a triangular cell, fire surrounding it, as it almost looked at peace but also stressed. Sad but Happy. Angry but calm. The drawing made lance feel so many different emotions all at once. Lance's eyes were glued on the fascinating artwork. He felt as if he could feel the emotion in it.

     Class started, but he kept his eyes on Keith's picture. Lance thought that it would be a good escape from the boring class. He watched as Keith added more and more detail into it, making it appear to have so much life jumping at the seams. His mind wondered off.

   'How long had Keith been drawing? Where did he learn to draw? How is he so good? Why didn't I know he could draw.' Then it hit him. He didn't know the answers to these questions, and he didn't know Keith either. He had realized that, Keith isn't his friend, he doesn't know him, he didn't know his life. Lance didn't know why, but when he thought about this it made him sad.

    'Why does it make me so sad to not know Him'? Lance thought for a second. He didn't want to know Keith, did he? He didn't think so. Lance decided to stop thinking about it and return his focus to the drawing. Another question popped in his mind. 'What does this drawing represent? Does it have meaning, or is it just a fun sketch?'

    Wow! Lance was just on a role with questions today. He thinks some more, trying to decipher everything. Is this drawing about Kei- BRRRNNG! The bell rings.

    It had already been an hour. Lance jumps at the surprising sound, causing his thoughts to be interrupted. He hurries to gather his things, and starts walking out of the classroom. He sees Keith going the opposite direction. That must mean he doesn't have the same class next. Lance frowns a little at the fact he won't get to see him drawing more. Lance starts walking towards his next class. Man does he have a lot to think about for the rest of the day.

   The rest of the day passes on, and it's time to go "home". Keith gathers his stuff slowly. He knows he's stalling. When he finally gets his stuff, he starts the trek towards his house. He could only hope today wouldn't be as bad. "Hope."

     He approaches the old, run down, house with care. He lingered on turning the door handle. He walked in slowly, trying not to make any sound. Right as he closed the door behind him, a bottle came hurtling at him, just missing his face. He stood frozen, knowing what was to come. His "father's" hand raised up and slapped Keith's pale face. "Where The Hell Have You Been!?" His father yelled, a smell of alcohol on his breath. He stuttered, "j-just s-school dad." "Why Do You Bother? You're Just A Worthless Piece Of Shit Anyway!" His dad yelled once more. "That's Why You're Mother left!" He walked away into the kitchen, while Keith made his escape.

   He ran upstairs into his room, locking the door behind him. He laid on his bed with his arms on his knees, "why can't I be normal?" He murmured, starting to cry. He sat there crying until he decided he was all out of tears. He pulled out his notepad and began to draw. Drawing had always helped him relax. It was always there for him.

    He could take out all his frustrations and put it in a simple drawing. It was his own thing, his own personal therapist. He decided to draw a butterfly, flying through a storm. He felt like the butterfly in a way right now. He was fragile, but persistent. He felt so tired so weak, just flying through the storm as well as he could, not knowing if he'd make it out alive.

    His eyes grew heavy, and his hands became shaky. He looked at the time. 1:21. He put down his notepad, and laid in between the covers. All he could do was hope that tomorrow would be better. Another hopeless thought dying in the raging storm.

In the morning

*BEEP!* the alarm went off, waking up a drowsy Keith. He got up and prepared for the day, both physically and mentally. He grabbed his backpack and slowly turned the handle of his door. He peeked his head out, and headed down the stairs. As he passed by the living room he saw his dad lying on the couch passed out. Keith went out the door and walked to school. He never likes to be late, so every morning he gets up at 7:00 and heads to school. Sometimes if he's really early he'll go hang out in the art room and wait.

Meanwhile

"Lance! Levantate! Levantate!" Yelled his mother. "Nngg." Lance slowly opened his eyes. He looked over to his clock, 7:25. "Shit! I'm going to be late!" He yelped. He frantically jumped up and ran to get dressed. "Not again! Not again!" He ran down stairs and frantically tried to put his shoes on. He grabbed his toast and ran to his car. He just makes it to school as the bell rings. "Lance McClain, late." The teacher announced "Sorry Mr. Raxx..." Lance mumbles, quietly taking his seat.

    The class goes on normally, Lance glancing over at Keith drawing every once in awhile, and copying off of Hunk's notes. The bell rings and class ends. Lance walks out of the classroom with Hunk. "Dude, why were you so late?" Hunk asked. "Sorry man, I slept in late...?" "Well you need to get here on time tomorrow, Mr. Raxx is already giving us a test." "Already!?" Lance proclaimed. "It's only the second day of school! How can he- AAHH!" Not paying attention lance ran into Someone. Both of them were now sitting on the floor, the guy looked pissed. Lance went to say sorry, but soon recognized who it was, when he noticed a notebook on the ground.....

      To be continued....