Why am I here? (klance highschool au)

Chapter Eighteen

I'm going to be completely honest, I hate happiness.

I'm fine with some fluffy parts and all but if I'm reading something and it has a lot of happiness it just makes me cringe and I can't read it.

I'm other words...
I'm going out of my comfort zone and will give you some happiness before I decide if I want to completely fuck up my children's life's.
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*Keith's POV*

   To say I couldn't sleep was really an understatement. Sleep just wouldn't come to me no matter how hard I tried.

Lance was cuddled up to me in one of the cutest positions ever, but I knew he would deny that.

He had told me that he refuses to go to sleep unless I did too.

With that remark I just laughed knowing that it wasn't going to happen no matter how hard I tried. I just simply had too much on my mind.

He didn't live up to his word though. He fell asleep but that is a good think considering everything that has happened.

Yeah, this series of unfortunate events.

(I'm just going to wait and see if anyone is going to say I stole that.)

I just don't get how he just went through all he did and then just plays like none of it happened.

I guess I'm just wondering what all his parents said to him for him to act up like that.

It still pisses me off though how people can be so cruel to such amazing people like him.

All I let out is a simple sigh before getting up out of the bed as gently as I could so I won't disturb Lance.

I look over at the alarm clock that rest on my bed, which reads 5:49am.

All I do is let out a groan as I head to my dresser to grab some clothes along with a shirt from my dresser.

I turn back around and without realizing it, I just stare at Lance for a moment. I couldn't help but admire how he keep all the things in and somehow managed to sleep so peacefully.

I shake my head, trying to get all the questions nagging at me out of my head.

Without another thought, I head to the bathroom, only to stop once I saw my reflection in the hanging mirror.

Jeez, I really do look like trash. How did I even end up with someone like the beautiful boy outside?

I leave the question pondering in my head as I get undressed and get in the shower, feeling the blazing water ride gently down my face and back.

Why has he even stayed with me through all my problems? He had so many things he is holding in but he still has time to think of others somehow.

I gently wash the soap out of my hair, that was added a minute ago, and just stand there.

Why even stay around? Why not just leave like they all have?

I get out of the shower, grabbing a towel that was hanging on a shelf in the bathroom.

I dry my hair, admiring the very noticeable bruise that was on my face and the dark bags that lay under my eyes.

Well, I'm going to have to cover that up.

I get dressed, sneaking one more peak at my structure that stands in front of me.

All that is said in response is a sigh from my mouth before I head to grab the hidden makeup from my closet.

Why stay around?