The party// a klance fanfic

The party

A tall, young, skinny boy with short brown hair walked into the kitchen of a small city house.

"Lance, you better not throw any parties while your father and I are gone." A woman stood in the kitchen, hair in a messy bun. Sandals on her feet. The boy nodded his head.

"Si mamá, I won't." He grabbed his mother's luggage and began to carry it towards the front door. "Don't worry mamá, everything's going to be fine. Just enjoy your small vacation at Abuela's, okay?" The small woman grabbed her luggage from her son "Okay, hijo." The boy stood at the door way and waved, watching his parent's car slowly reverse down their small driveway.

An hour later, the doorbell rang throughout the house, startling Lance. The boy rushed to the door and looked out the slightly tinted window above the door handle. A boy stood outside Lance's house. Average height, long jet-black hair, red leather jacket. Lance swung open the door. "Mullet head! Just in time. You got the drinks?" The boy placed a hand on his face. "I told you to stop calling me that! Are you ever going to call me by my normal name? We've known each other since JK! Isn't this old yet?" He reached for the red backpack that was set beside his foot. "And yea, I got your three cases of vodka." Lance stood aside, gesturing that Keith could enter the house. "Thanks man!" Lance said, with the biggest smile on his face. "Just set it beside the others." He pointed at a table that had an empty punch bowl, followed by four more cases of different alcohols. "Jesus Lance! How much did you buy?! Are there even going to be that many people?" Lance looked at Keith and gasped in shock, like he had offended him. "For your information Keith, I am very popular. And tonight's party is going to be crazy!" Keith rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Sure, whatever you sa-" Lance stopped Keith by placing his index finger gently on Keith's lips. "Shush, I got a text." Lance announced while pulling his phone out of his back pocket. "Oh, it's from Shay. She said that there's a whole bunch of people coming to my party!" Lance shouted looking at Keith. It was obvious Lance was excited, Keith could tell by the tone in his voice and the way his ocean blue eyes lit up. "Alright, well it starts in an hour. So, we better make sure everything's set up." Keith said, placing a hand on Lances shoulder. "alright." Lance agreed, putting his phone in his back pocket. The two boys closed bedroom doors, hid expensive vases under sinks and put cup coasters on every surface possible. Now they had to wait for people to show up.

Nearly an hour later, the house was already packed like sardines; everyone shoulder to shoulder. Personal space was not even relevant. But Lance stood in front of the speakers with the word "proud" labeled across his face. Keith couldn't help but admire that. After a few more minutes of Lance watching over a sea of young, drunk teens, he squeezed his way over to Keith, who was standing in the corner playing on his phone. "You gonna just play on your phone all night?" Lance shouted at Keith, making sure Keith could hear him over the loud music. "Go dance, mingle, make friends!" Keith rolled his eyes, taking another drink out of his red plastic cup, shifting his attention to Lance. "You sound like a mom." Lance grabbed Keith's phone, shoving it in his pocket. "You're not getting this back until you dance with someone!" Lance shouted, putting Keith's phone in his back pocket. "Hey, give it back!" Keith protested, grabbing at Lance's shirt. "Nope, not unless you dance with someone!" "Fine! Ill dance with you!" Keith pronounced, taking one last swish of his drink and grabbing Lance's hand, leading him towards the middle of the room. Squeezing threw all the sweaty teenagers, they found a place to dance. "What if someone sees us?" Keith muttered, looking down at his fingers as they intertwined with Lance's. "I can barely see you through the strobe lights." Keith nodded, watching as Lance slowly moved his hips to the beat.

Each movement matched the bass of the upbeat song. Keith gently placed his hand on Lance's hip. Lance put his hands on Keith's shoulders. A few moments later a guy behind Lance bumped him, bringing Lances face close towards Keith's.

Keith was able to feel Lance's warm breath along his neck. The reek of beer. Each breath sent shivers down Keith's back, sending his head afloat. Keith looked at Lance, catching Lance staring at him. Both blushed a deep shade of red. The two stood there in silence, each didn't dare to rip eye contact. Keith wasn't sure if it was because of the amount of drinks he had tonight, or the flashing lights, but he swore he saw Lance move closer to him. A few more inches closer, Keith knew he wasn't seeing wrong. Lances face was just a few inches from his. Keith could feel lances lips graze his. Then suddenly the song changed. Both boys ripped from each other. Both unable to look at each other. Keith rushed his fingers through his hair, frantically rushing his way upstairs.

Keith quickly rushed into the first room in the hallway, slamming the door behind him. he sat on the blue bed that was pressed against the corner of the room. Running his hands through his hair once again, attempting to catch his breath. Keith looked around recognizing the room. "Shit it's lances room" Keith said to himself looking at all the cartoon posters of anime super hero's, he's seen from the sleepovers he's had here. The sound of a door slowly opening startled Keith, directing his attention to the frantic lance who stood in the door way. "I.. i thought you'd be in here." Lance shuddered, waking into the room, gently closing the door behind him. "Can I sit?" He asked, detecting his hand towards the bed beside Keith. Keith gently and slowly nodded, Fiddling his thumbs on his lap.

"So um... Can we just... Talk about what happened?" Lance asked, looking at Keith with a slight tint of pink along his freckle line.

Keith simply looked at lance, emotionless. Lance had began to talk about what had happened just moment ago. Keith couldn't help but let his mind wonder. 'Oh no... it's going to come out... like word vomit!' Keith had thought to himself beginning to twiddling his thumbs more violently.

"I like you!" Keith shouted. His words echoing the room for a moment. "You what?" Lance asked, slowly shifting his body to face Keith. "I... I like you." Keith stuttered, face pale but a tinge of red along his cheeks. He gripped the bottom of his shirt tightly, causing his knuckles to turn white from lack of circulation.

"Keith..I.." lance muttering, searching for the right words to say.

'God what am I doing.' Keith thought to himself. 'We were just dancing. And now I've gone and confessed my feelings?' Keith began to grab at his hair again. Long black strands of hair intertwined his fingers. "I... I think I should go.. I'm sorry lance" Keith hesitated and stood up, wobbling his way to the door.

The door had a few scratches that were obviously from lances Pit-bull terrier, Terminator. Keith had asked earlier where she was, lance told him that his mom had taken terminator with her to Abuela's. Lance shuddered covering his face to hide the harsh red tint along his cheek.

Keith stood in front of the door for a moment, trembling, trying to gather his thoughts. "I need to go..now" Keith announced, swinging the door open. The door knob hitting the book case behind it. Keith stumbled down the hall, as some of his limbs go numb due to the many drinks he had consumed earlier. He quickly swayed down the stairs and into the the driveway. 'Shit. Shit. Shit. Where's my car!' Keith violently waved his hands in the air, button mashing both the lock, and unlock button. Frantically looking around, hoping he can see the headlights of his old 1987 Corolla, that his dad had helped him fix up.

"Keith!" The word echos from the houses that lined up down the road. "You can't drive! Your drunk!" Lance shouted, racing towards Keith. "I...I'm not! Shut up as.. asshole!" Keith stuttered, rushing his way to his rusty red colored car. Keith swung open his car door, flinging himself in. "stop! Keith! Get out!" Lance screamed, trying to reach for the handle of the car as Keith began to swerve his car slowly out of the driveway. Shortly lance jumped into the passenger seat. "Keith stop! Your drunk! You can't drive!" Lance proclaimed, attempting to grab at the wheel. "I can so... w..watch me!" Keith began to speed his car down the road. His speed growing faster and faster at every moment. His laughs growing bigger. His vision growing smaller.

"KEITH!"

This white light was all Keith could see. He felt this slight vibration all over his body. The white began to change into dark colors. His vision began to slowly come back. He looked to his right. Lance sat in the passenger seat. Head pressed against the seat. Keith was unable to see lances legs. There were to many things on his on lances lap. Lance sat there. Content. Emotionless. Breathless. Eyes closed. Blood, from head to toe. Keith looked slowly around. And then down. He couldn't move his arms, they were both stuck under the driver seat, which was harshly pressed against Keith's lap.

Then everything went black.