Signs of silence (Klance)

Signs of Silence

AN:// Disclaimer: 

Before you read this, please note that I don't actually know ASL, I used the ASL dictionary provided from www.handspeak.com/word/search.
So, if the few descriptions I made or the sentences sound off or anything, I apologize beforehand. 
This story was a lot of fun for me and I liked writing it (it's a oneshot), but I understand that I probably made more mistakes than I can count. 
Feel free to correct me, but I assure you, I tried to do my research. I'm just really bad at it. I hope you can forgive me D: Feel free to enjoy this story anyway. 

More importantly, this story is a birthday present for my dear friend neko9123 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY <3 I hope you like it ^^May the fluff be with you (also I added a painting XD)

Now enjoy ^^
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                      SOUND OF SILENCE

Whenever you hear someone explain the story of how they met their lover, their best friend, sometimes even how they overcame their differences with a person they used to dislike, it always seems to go the same way.

In each of these stories,the person will tell you that somehow, they ended up talking. That they couldn't seem to stop and maybe they even had the time of their life's because of it.

With Lance and Keith, their story was a little different.

They had always been talking to begin with. More like shouting and screaming. To the point it drove everyone around them nuts.

It wasn't until one of them stopped completely, that they learned to listen.

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Keith was staring at his essay. An essay he should have completed ten minutes ago. Yet, it felt as though he hadn't even started yet.

Again and again he was reading the task. Over and over, but the words just slipped past his mind. He couldn't get a hold of them. He couldn't understand what was asked of him.

Panic settled in his mind as his own words became a blurr as well.

He had asked the teacher for a little extra time and now everyone was waiting for him to finish.
"WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP!", he finally screamed at the boy in front of him.

Heads turned to them, as Lance McClain, who was seated comfortably on his desk rather than his chair, right in front of Keith, kept gesturing and talking and blasting and boasting some random story about his awesome twin sister Rachel or how they jumped of a roof once without hurting themselves.
Lance had made it a habit to talk about his sister a lot. Keith noted.

Lance blinked at him, a grin already forming on his face.

"Oh, come on, what's gotten in your pants, Mullet-boy? I'm just talking."

"Yes, Lance, and you're distracting him.", their teacher intervened. "Keith, are you done yet?", she asked kindly.

Keith shook his head, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to conceal his anger.

They were in class. They were writing a test. He couldn't just hit the other boy right now.
"Later.", his mind told him, cheering him up a little.

However, it didn't help. Not at all, actually. Even though Lance sat down on his chair without too many complains, he just whispered over to him in a supposedly seductive voice: "So, am I distracting you now?"

Keith's anger flared up again. And despite the silence that followed, his own head was still screaming at him. Unable to write even a single new word, Keith finally gave up and handed his unfinished essay in.