KLANCE!!! one-shots

Dive Into Me

Journal entry #52, High school: Wilson’s Academy

Keith sat at the top of the bleachers in the corner with his journal in his lap. He glanced up every now and then to the announcer, waiting for Lance’s name to be called. Today Lance was to perform off the diving board, a beautiful choice for the coaches and for Keith. 

Drawing the outline for the background, smiling to himself, Keith remembered the first picture he drew of Lance. Art was one of his favorite subjects, meaning that assignments coming from art should be fun. But not that one. All he wanted to do was leave the moment he had come into the damn pool area of their school. They were supposed to draw whatever they wanted relating to a school sport. What could suck more than that?

The smell of chlorine-filled Keith’s head, making him dizzy but he was used to it. The whistles screamed in Keith’s ears, which was something he would never be used to. Quietly, Keith finished the whole picture of the high school and looked up to search for Lance. In the far corner on the other side of the room, Lance sat with his teammates, looking and waving at Keith. Keith blushed and waved back.

The announcer's voice boomed above them as he called Lance’s full name for the judges to hear. Lance’s face dropped as he ran to his area. Taking the ladder up, Lance waited at the top for the whistle to blow for him to begin. The signal was there, and Lance took two steps off the platform and began his turns.

It reminded Keith so much of the first day they met, the same day he was assigned the horrible project for art. It was at a different high school, and Lance was on the other team, but it was still a great day. Keith allowed his mind to wander for a small moment to the feeling Keith got when they first saw one another. That small moment of eye contact, purple against blue. It set everything into motion. Neither knew who the other one was, but they felt like they did. That’s what made Keith draw Lance in the first place.

Keith snapped back into reality when he heard the soft splash of the water that made his heart sink. He had missed Lance’s performance. But even that couldn’t stop his mind from going back to that day.

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Journal entry #31, High School: McKinley High School.

Keith sat in the middle of the crowd, staring around at McKinley High School. Keith groaned mentally and began to draw the large swimming pool in front of him, the pool being the only thing that caught his attention. Of course, there was something else that Keith wanted to draw; people. It was his worst subject in art. The way you had to draw each eye exactly the same, the lips a certain size, how everything about the person had to have meaning, it was something that Keith couldn’t figure out. So after finishing his project, Keith pulled out his personal journal to practice.

He began to draw the lifeguard, the back of the judges, then some of the coaches, never daring to look at some of the players themselves. That’s what Keith called the danger zone. One glance, that’s all it took for his teenage, gay hormones to activate. Soon enough the match began and Keith gathered his things. The last thing he needed was for a beautiful male in swimming attire to fly above him. Keith, making it to the ground floor, popped on his headphones to block out the whistles and looked to the ground so he wouldn’t have to talk to anyone. 

This, of course, leads to the lovebirds meeting. As Keith rounded the corner, another did the same. Bodies slammed together and knocked one another back. Keith’s headphones flew off of him and dropped down near the other boy. Keith’s head spun as the last line of AJR that he heard played in his head.

“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry! Are you OK?!”

Keith blinked a few times before sitting up slowly in order to not get dizzy. A mistake was made soon after as his headphones appeared in front of him with a hand connected to them. Keith followed the well-toned arm up to the body and face of the culprit who ran into him. Shining blue eyes, deep caramel skin, and chocolate brown hair that was just the right length to stop right above his eyebrows. A small smile rested on the perfect lips of the caramel boy as he placed the headphones around Keith’s neck with a wink and ran off to the other side of the pool.