Dancing To Our Love // Klance (COMPLETE)

43

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

50K SON!

Thank you for every read, vote, comment and follow I get. They each mean so much to me! Please comment whatever you want me to do as thanks. 

What do authors usually do? Please tell, no shy please. That isn't good English..

 i ain't a professional or anything, please don't expect too much XD

I love you ALL feel free to message me or whatever, I'm friendly hehe.

I'm also gonna change my username (I'll have it in the book when I do so y'all can recognise me) so it'll be the same as when I changed my book name, comment a name you want (any name at all) and then reply to ones you like. I'll chose one you like and I like :)

*ahem* you can also follow me *ahem*

Sorry for my short break too, but I am back ;)

Please, vote, comment, share, follow, read and whatever else is possible. Though really, who really does that when an author asks? Hopefully you reading this :3

PLEASE READ THE NOTE!!
AND PLEASE COMMENT AND REPLY!!!

"Keith, you can talk to me... please talk to me." Shiro begged.

Keith was still inside his bunk. They were only a few minutes away from their last sight where they'd be shooting but Keith still refused to move from his spot. Keith let out a moan in response, which in return he got a groan. 

"Come on Keith, you've been cooped up in your... bed for ages." Shiro argued, pulling the curtain. He had asked Coran to take the wheel while he tried to persuade Keith to leave bed. After what felt like years, Keith left his bed. And not just to get food. The band watched quietly as Keith grabbed a slice of bread and biting into it. Lance cringed before walking over to Keith. He wrapped his arms around Keith's waist and burying his face in the crook of his neck. Keith continued to eat, pretty much ignoring Lance. Lance groaned, Keith feeling Lance's groaning on his shin. Lance kissed Keith's pale skin before looking innocently into Keith's eyes. But Keith was still unresponsive. Lance whined and let go, shoving Shiro.

"Fix him." 

Shiro laughed almost in a humorless way, walking over to Keith. 

"Keith, you understand there was nothing I could do." Shiro whispered. He firmly placed his hands on Keith's shoulders and stared into Keith's eyes,his eyes flicking from one eye to the other repeatedly. Keith couldn't look at Shiro. There was a lump forming in his throat and it stung when he tried to swallow it down. But his eyes did meet Shiro's. Just knowing that his older brother was looking at his made his gaze flick to Shiro. And when his gaze met Shiro's he couldn't stop his lip quivering and his eyebrows furrowing together as he let out a loud sob. He threw his arms around Shiro's waist and cried into his shoulder. His bread long since eaten but right now Keith felt like it would be coming out soon.

Lance huffed, crossing his arms and pouting like a child. Clearly he was jealous that Shiro would make him open up. But a sibling's relationship would expectantly be stronger than a boyfriend's, but Lance couldn't help but wish it was him who Keith was crying on.

"Of course I know it isn't your fault!" He cried, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "I'm sorry, I understand... but I just needed time to think. I can't believe I lived with such... such..." Keith broke into tears again not able to speak.

"It's okay Keith." Shiro smiled down at Keith, patting his head. "We worked for everything we've got. Don't look back in sorrow. We've earned, We've earned it." Keith nodded, wiping his face with his hands. "Now, come on. You're late for your shoot."

*   *   *   *   *

Keith was on cloud nine. Just a few more pictures and he'd finally have a break from this nightmare called a photo-shoot. He was certain that this was his least favorite part of the music career so far. 

"Okay so last picture. In thus one you'll be in front of the green screen-" blah blah blah. "OK?"

Keith nodded unknowingly, walking to the green screen the others were at.

"Hop on." Spoke Lance, turning and gesturing to his back. Keith scowled and punched Lance by his nape.

"As if." He shot back with a grimace. This caused Lance to scowl.

"Well, that's just what we were just told to do so clearly you weren't listening!" Lance yelled back, edging closer to Keith.

Keith stomped closer to Lance. "No, I wasn't." But that's all he said, it's not as if he could defend himself. And Lance could think of anything to say either.

"OK! So then... get on my back you... not listener." Lance ordered.

"Fine!" Keith yelled, hitting his forehead against Lance's in anger. He regretted it immediately, rubbing his head with his fingertips soothingly to try ease the pain he caused himself. Lance counted to three, pulling Keith onto his back. Keith wrapped his legs around Lance's waist and locked his feet together. He held tightly onto his shoulder, gripping tightly onto the fabric of his jacket.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna drop you." Teased Lance, slipping his hands under Keith. Keith scowled with a slight blush,looking over to Hunk.

Hunk was talking to staff, far from the green screen. And Pidge was on her phone beside Hunk. Also far from the green screen. Keith frowned.

"Why aren't the others over here?" He asked, wrapping his arms around Lance's neck and leaning down.

Lance snickered. "Well, if you were listening you would know that they were taking pictures in pairs now. You already took some with Hunk and Pidge. Remember, you and Pidge had the scarves on and then you and Hunk were wearing the glasses. And now for our pair on you're on my back."

Keith sighed. "Well, they really like us being all close and touchy, don't they?"

Lance laughed with a nod. "I bet my lunch Pidge has something to do with it."

"Alright boys! Act natural like your just walking to the park or something!" A lady called, positioning herself by a camera. She had a thick French accent, so Keith decides to call her Frenchie.

"Who walks to a park piggy back style?" Keith grumbled.

Lance snickered. "Someone who still has a mullet even though it's the twenty-first century."

Keith gasped, dramatically laying his hand again his forehead. "I cannot believe my own love had betrayed me with such.. such... profanity!"

Lance raised his eyebrow. "You sure you're using that word in the right context?" He teased. Keith flicked his ear making Lance yelp. The Cuban boy dropped his hands from under Keith for a split second making his fall. Keith saw his life flash before his eyes, but thankfully he was saved by the very person who almost killed him.

"Screw you." Keith hissed.

"Shut your quiznak." Lance replied.

"I don't think your using that word correctly." Keith countered.

"I don't think your in the right decade, mullet."

Keith scoffed but the two couldn't help but break into a fit of childish giggles. All the while, Frenchie was snapping pictures. Pidge decided to hold her own photoshoot, secretly snapping shots of the two playing by the green screen.

I know it isn't update day but things cane up so I couldn't update. I decided to update early to make it up to you.

PLEASE READ THE NOTE ABOVE IF YOU HAVENT AND PLEASE COMMENT AND REPLY TO WHAT IVE ASKED AND SAID :)

I really like when you comment :3