Romelle already made up her mind to use the solution. She just didn't know what day to do it. And she didn't know what to do after the act was done.
Romelle let out a small whimper. She made her choice, and now she didn't know how to fucking do it.
She wandered down the halls, a basket of laundry in her hands, and she almost dropped it when she turned the corner.
There they were.
Rags and Riches.
Kissing under a door arch.
Romelle couldn't believe her eyes.
Holding each other's waist. Lance's knees wobbling. Keith advancing on him. Tongues brushing together. The small blush on there faces.
Romelle's mind was racing.
I want that. I want love. I want money. I want fame. I want to be held. I want to kiss.
I want.
I want.
I want.
She quickly hid behind a door arch when Lance and Keith broke apart.
Romelle bit her lip tightly.
And it started to bleed when she watched them enter Lance's chambers.
Once they were gone Romelle dropped the basket.
I want them gone.
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Rooftops - Klance
Fanfiction"You might be cleaning the chimneys but you aren't such a bad looker". "Thanks. And even though you are a rich prat you aren't so bad yourself". COMPLETED
