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Song - Wouldn't Change A Thing by Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas

Warning - Talks of depression ahead! Mentions of self harm. Read at your own risk.

    You woke up the next morning, the tear stains from last night still streaked on your face. You had had a terrible dream; a recreation of how you thought Keith really  felt and what he actually wanted to say to you. And it broke your heart. It was what everyone else had ever said to you...

    When you woke up, it was about 11:30. Lance had told you that they had wanted to get an early start, so you were convinced that they had already left, leaving you to go to school the next day to be treated like crap again.

    You went downstairs to start a load of laundry, like you did everyday for your parents. You put your earbuds in and started listening to "Wouldn't Change A Thing", a song that had come on one of your favorite movies as a kid, "Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam". You started singing at the top of your lungs, knowing that your parents had already left for work.

    But a new voice gave you a heart attack. You heard someone start singing along with you, and it definitely wasn't your parents. You could recognize that voice anywhere, but you thought he had left already.

    Lance had started singing along with you, and you smiled as you continued singing with him. You didn't even question that he was there, you just enjoyed his presence for however long it would be.

    Unbeknownst to you, Keith was at the top of the stairs, listening to your melodious voice. He knew that if he walked down there to hear better, you would stop singing and probably leave, and he didn't want to stop listening to your sweet voice sing for all of eternity.

    When the song had finished, you and Lance were laughing like a bunch of idiots, just like the old times. But that's when you remembered something; Lance was supposed to have already left!

    "What are you still doing here? I thought you guys had already left," you asked him, tilting your head in confusion. But you were met by the same confusing head tilt from Lance.

    "What do you mean? We were waiting for you to wake up and get ready so we could go..." he trailed off. You frowned; you had been afraid he would say that.

    "Lance... I'm not going..." You trailed off. He looked at you, blinking a few times to see if he had heard you correctly.

    "I'm sorry, let me get this straight. You're not coming with us?" he asked, a mix of shock, anger, and confusion coating his voice.

    "I-I had a run in with someone on the team last night... I don't think I'm welcome anymore..." you explained quickly, trying to excuse the topic before it got to be too painful for you to bear.

    "(Y/N), you are always welcome! Who on earth made you feel...?" he trailed off, looking up at the stairs as he finally figured it out. "KEITH!" he screamed loudly, charging up the stairs.

    "LANCE!" you called after him, running up to him. You grabbed his arm, pulling him back down the stairs, but struggling quite a bit. Why does he have to be so strong?

    "Let me at him, let me at him!" he said over and over, waiting for his opportunity to attack Keith for hurting his precious little sister.

    "Sit down, Lance!" you ordered, practically throwing him onto the couch before sitting on his lap to keep him there. He sighed annoyedly.

    "You have thirty seconds to tell me what happened before I go and skin him alive!" Lance threatened, huffing as he leaned back into the couch. You knew he loved this couch too much to try and get up to fight right this second.

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