keith was up all night, listening to lance chat on the phone. they had thin walls separating the rooms and he was fed up with lance's late night talks. in fact, it even made him jealous, as the two boys were dating. why sad lance so absorbed with other people? one day he was extra loud during the call, and keith couldn't take it. the next morning, he burst into his room.
"oh, hey ke-"
"lance. who were you calling last night?"
"u-um, it was nobody."
"sure as hell doesn't sound like nobody!" keith growled as he snatched lance's phone.
LANCES POV
no. he cant.
my boyfriend has my phone.
i stretch my arm out in a desperate attempt to retrieve the incriminating logs. he cant know.
he opened up my call logs; all the same number. i didnt save it as a contact, i thought itd be too obvious. but here we are. keith was sick of this, that i knew.
he'd confront them once and for all. and i would be fucked.
he dialed the number. no.
riing
riing
*click*
"wh-"
"hello. this is the suicide hotline."