Klance Oneshots

By Igotsissues

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Klance shorts (some not so short)! Recommend reading newest to oldest! More

One Shot One
One shot #2
One Shot #3
One-Shot #4
Names
#6
#7
#8
#9
One shot #10
11
Numero 12
Lance gets sick 🤒
TRAINING
Space Mall
NEW PLANET
Ice Ice Baby
Purple cuddles
Robes
Taller
Keithy~
Names #2
Gorgeous
Bad Dream
Food Fight
The Mullet
Training
Bonding Moment
Ticklish!
Gravity falls
Hanging In There
Baby Lance
The Plan
Cuddle
Horror Game
Switched
You Are a Lunatic
Romeo and Juliet
Klance??
Texas
Mix Tape
Shorts
Elevator
Im not sorry 😂😂😂😂😂
Shot through the heart and your to blame!!! You give love a bad name!!!
Jealous Keith
Truth or Dare or Die
Jealous Lance
Altean Lance & Glara Keith
Altean Lance & Galra Keith/P2
Dinner and Ghosts
Dinner and Ghosts/p2
There's a wall there
Class president
Beard
Invasion
Invasion part 2
Mermaid Lance AU
Klance Child
Highschool Dance Mask Costume thing...
Altean Lance (ye again)
Altean Lance/p2
(Pictures)
Keith Flirting
Glasses Lance
The Garrison
Monsters!!!!
Blade of Memora
Remember that one time...
80's Voltron
Sick Keith
Percy Jackson type thing?
Percy Jackson/p2
The Red Lion *eyebrow wiggle*
Soulmate AU thingy
Drunk thing???
Altean Lance Galra Keith; Ye another one
Not Klance wedding
Six Keiths
Morning
Elements
Captured
Cupid
Guardians of the galaxy
Hero Lance and Villain Keith
Shark Week/ Sharkfest!!!
ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU
Zombie apocalypse P/2
Bandit/thief/Robinhood Lance!
THE MOM
Grumpy Lance and a curious Keith
Pretty Flower, Pretty Lance
Six Lances
Volton: Legendary Shippers
Pidge and Periods
What?
Shut Up
The Mullet Is Gone
Guitar
Another Lancey Baby
YEEHAW
The mission
Kid Keith
Perimedic Keith! Doctor Lance!
Baby Lance AND Baby Keith
Vampire Keith
Drunk
Christmas Cooking with Klance
Quidditch Match
SpOoPy
Words Fail
Sick
ANOTHER Doctor McClain
Wizard Lance
Friendship Bracelets!
Heat of Battle
Altean Lancy Lance
Random prompt
ANOTHER LANCE MERMAN
Peanut Butter & Jelly Keith
Musical Lions
Veronica is a Traitor
OctoLance
I cant think of a clever title
Im running out of titles
Fort McClain
Fire and Water
Mind Reader!
And they were roomates
Superstar (p1)
Superstar (p2)
Muggle F***er
🎵Popular 🎵
OML
A Little Kit >*<
Fancy
Operation Ruin Keith's Date
Bippoty boppity boo muggle f'ers
Future Keith
Friggen Lotor
Yandere Lance
Daydreamer
Lance Being Impulsive
Sibling's Babysitter
GK & AL - Not A Chance (P1)
Bee Gone Thoughts
Spiderman and Deadpool
Runaway
Witch Doctor
Bi-ball
Mixed Up
Vampire thing? Ye?
Vampire Thingy? Ye? P2
The Next Level
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A visit from ya boi
Suitors
A Citrus Friend
Immortality P2
Campus
Persuasion
Steampunk
Office
Middle School Photo
Voltron Enchanted
Hunter
Dancey Lancey & Karate Keith
Lance Gets Bitlife
Space Ships, Pillow Forts, and Everything In Between
👀
Hanahaki Disease
Famous Artist Keith
Famous Artist Keith P2
I made a thing
Since When Was The Quarterback Gay?
Since When Was The QB Gay P2!
The Paid Date
The Second Date
The Third Date
Honeycomb (MA)
Figure Drawing
Teachers
Checking the Oil

Immortality

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By Igotsissues

Yeah..., so I'm immortal. It's no big deal. Really. It's actually pretty boring to be honest. You don't usually deal with life or death situations on a daily basis. Me saying I'm immortal is better to be rephrased as, 'if by the off chance I were to be stabbed at this very moment, I wouldn't die'. Sure that way sounds a lot less like I'm about to embark on some outrageous journey to God knows where, but at least it's more honest.

You may be asking yourself, how did I find out I'm immortal in the first place? Well, I drew the short straw and was lucky enough to undergo that 'off chance'. I was 12 when I fell off a building.

That sounds like some really cool scene from a movie, but trust me, it wasn't. My reasoning is, in a movie, when they fall, it's elegant. Time slows and you see the horror on the actor's face as they realize they're heading straight for their inevitable death. You see the very moment where their life flashes before their eyes and it's heartbreaking.

I fell off a roof. That's it. I tripped and fell. My last thoughts before I hit the ground was 'wow, this is a pretty stupid way to die'. Time didn't slow, but I felt weightless for a moment before I flattened on the asphalt of the parking lot below.

I think I blacked out, I couldn't tell you how long it lasted. Thirty seconds? Five minutes? An hour? Time wasn't important and I didn't bother to check it when I realized that was miraculously still alive after falling from an eight story building. It didn't seem like a priority.

I was surrounded by blood and when I reached up to feel my head, it was matted with the same substance. I had the worst headache in history and now that I think about it, it was because my brain was (likely) Silly Putty in my skull. It only lasted about five minutes before I felt good as new. The only evidence of what had happened was the amount of blood.

Cleaning up the mess was possibly the worst part. I felt a constant worry that someone would see me frantically trying to clean up a bloody mess in an empty parking lot and call the cops.

But no cops were called and the mess was cleaned.

When I'd gotten home, I was happy to find the house was empty. I took a shower letting the red colors swirl and mix with the transparent water before flowing down the drain.

I wasn't in any pain and I suffered no wounds. My hair was still damp and although it was short, some still stuck to the back of my neck. Tying my towel around my waist, I took a deep breath letting it out shakily. Pulling open a drawer I had grabbed a pair of my moms scissors she used to cut my siblings' hair.

I was about to plunge the sharp tool into my stomach but froze. If this somehow was only a one time thing, a miracle, I'd have killed myself. So instead, I plunged it into my hand.

Let me tell you...that hurts.

I howled in pain backing up into the wall. It was unbearable, and in a moment of adrenaline, I managed to pull them out.

I was breathing heavy and I quickly moved my hand to the sink turning on the water. It burned but it quickly faded. The cut seemed to mend itself together before my eyes.

My heavy breaths turned into a strained shocked laugh. I couldn't believe it.

Since then, I've become more familiar with how this immortality thing works. I still age. I don't get sick and I maintain perfect health. I still bleed, obviously. All my wounds heal within a matter of a few seconds to minutes, however it usually depends on the severity of the wound.

A paper cut heals instantaneously as opposed to a large gaping hole in my abdomen which will take upward of a minute. I still feel the pain but I've developed a tolerance over the years after many self experiments.

I don't know if I will ever die. Considering I age, I expect myself to. But, in the chance I don't, that means one day I'll be a conscious pile of bones in the ground.

It takes a lot to develop a trust that you won't die. I'm eighteen now, yet I still hesitate to plunge a knife into my stomach.

That makes it sound like a stab myself often. I promise, I don't stab myself. The most harm I do is prick my finger once a week to make sure I'm still immune to sharp objects.

I felt an elbow jab into my ribs and it ripped me back into reality. "Ahem!" My friend Pidge gave me an expecting look.

"What?" I said oblivious to the situation. That was until I turned to see the teacher looking at me with eyes that peered into my soul seeking the answer to a stupidly long algebraic problem.

My eyes gave a quick glance to the window. I should jump out, I could if I wanted. I decided against it, I like this shirt and don't want to risk getting blood on it. "Four?"

The teacher pursed his lips. "Correct, thank you Lance."

I'm the luckiest son of a-

The bell rang and I quickly packed up my things shoving it all into my bag. "Hey Pidge!" I smiled pulling my backpack strap over my shoulder.

"Don't 'Hey Pidge' me. You still owe me five bucks." She jabbed a finger in my direction.

"Oh, right," I laughed nervously, "I didn't think you were serious about that."

"Well I was." She scowled. Her and I had a bet yesterday to which I lost of course. Our history teacher had an odd yet entertaining habit of acting out his lectures. Her bet was that he'd bring in a fake beard to act out Abraham Lincoln. I said he wouldn't take it that far.

He took it that far.

"Fine, I'll bring it to you tomorr..." My eyes locked onto someone. Someone I've never seen before, "-ow."

"Who's that?" Pidge asked noticing my staring.

"I don't know."

She smiled up at me. "I think you want to know."

"Yeah," I agreed before I realized what she was getting at. "No! That's- I don't swing that way."

"Sure you don't, lover boy." She nudged me wiggling her eyebrows.

Okay, I'm very aware I have an interest in men. But I've grown up being told and assumed I'm completely and totally straight. Why mess with that? I'm still attracted to girls, so, why not just ignore it and carry on? (Rainbow Rowell anyone?)

He was short but mysterious looking. He wore skinny jeans and a loose white shirt with 'NASA' on it. His hair was dark and longer- fluffy looking; currently pulled back into a loose ponytail. He was good looking, there was no denying that. His eyes were little violet orbs as they locked with mine.

I quickly looked away and caught up with Pidge. "He caught me staring." I said embarrassedly.

"Good, you creep." She chuckled.

I made a hurt gasp, "This is the part where you're supposed to say 'he probably has a huge crush on you Lance'!"

"What? I thought you didn't swing that way?" She teased. I glared at her.

"Touché." I nodded.

I glanced back and saw the guy was still looking at me. Except he seemed to be glaring? Or contemplating? Either way, it didn't seem like it was because he had a crush on me.

I ignored it and continued on with my day. It was unusual, but I won't think much of it. Maybe a side effect of being immortal is the tendency to overthink things. Because if that's the case, it would explain a lot.

The bell rang and I jumped up from my seat. I hauled my bag over my shoulder and all the students fled the classroom ignoring the teachers pleas to wait until he dismissed them.

After grabbing my binder and a few books from my locker and zipping them up in my bag, I turned to see the new kid from earlier walking down the hall casually. Just like that, with a split decision, I sauntered up to him. "Hey, I'm Lance." I held out my hand.

He glanced at my hand before shaking it warily. "Keith..."

"Are you new here?"

"Yeah-, first day." He said.

"If you aren't busy, Pidge, Hunk, and I, usually go to this café down the street on Thursday's, want to join?" I offered.

"Yeah, sure." He flashes a small smile.

We walked to Pidge's locker where Hunk was waiting with her. "Hey, this is Keith," I introduced him.

"Sup, I'm Pidge." She shut her locker.

"Hunk." Hunk smiled kindly.

"I invited him for coffee." I explained.

"Oh shoot, sorry Lance!" Pidge frowned, "Hunk and I need to work on a science project for Mr. T's class. We need to go to the library before it closes."

"Oh, okay. Is just the two of us okay?" I asked Keith, giving him a dashing smile.

"Yeah," Keith looked nervous.

I drove us there and I heard my phone go off. As we exited the car I checked it.

Pidge: I'm a pretty good liar, huh? 😉

Me: I should have known

Pidge: Hey! I'm doing you a favor! I love Thursday coffee! Don't screw this up

I shut off my phone and shoved it into my pocket holding the door open for Keith. He thanked me, and as we walked in, the aroma of coffee filled the air.

We both ordered and sat down at a small table near the back. When the two coffees were set on the counter I grabbed them. I set them on the table and pulled the cap off mine. "I'm going to grab some creamer, I'll be right back."

As I was waiting at the counter I glanced back at Keith. I was surprised, however, to see he was dumping a white powder into my coffee from a small glass tube half the size of a pinky. I was distracted when the barista set a few creamers on the counter for me. "Oh, thanks." I grabbed them and walked back to the table.

I smiled and dumped the cream in. I lifted the drink to my lips and watched as Keith gave a nervous look. He avoided eye contact and instead sipped on his coffee. I sighed and lowered it. "Can I ask you something?"

"Uh, sure." His eyes flicked to my coffee.

"Did you move from somewhere? What school did you go to before?"

He seemed thrown off by my question. "I moved from Washington. You wouldn't have heard of my school."

"Oh," I raised the drink up again, "why'd you move?" I lowered it. I was mostly trying to mess with Keith, and I could see in his eyes it was eating away at him.

"Work. I mean..., my mom got a job here." His hands were tearing and twisting at a napkin.

I rubbed the side of my coffee cup with my thumb. "One more question?"

"Go ahead." He said.

"What did you put in my coffee?" I asked pursing my lips.

"What? No-nothing." He fumbled over his words.

"Oh, okay." I raised it to my mouth and pushed my lip on the edge so I didn't actually drink any. Before I could take a 'sip', Keith jerked my arm keeping me from doing it. Some of the drink spilled onto the table.

"Are you insane? You accepted my answer just like that?" His eyebrows were knitted together.

"Pretty much." I wiped at the spill with a few napkins.

He sighed, "Arsenic."

"What?"

"Arsenic. It's what I put in your coffee."

"Isn't that stuff extremely deadly?" I looked at him expectantly.

"Extremely."

"Well, what the heck Keith?!" I frowned, "I hate to say it, but I think this puts a bit of a damper on our friendship."

"I seriously just attempted to kill you," He looked at me stunned.

"Yeah, and why do you want to kill me? I mean I know my jokes aren't funny, but that seems a little extreme-..." I leaned back in my chair.

He rolled his eyes chuckling, "I wouldn't use the word 'want'. It's just kind of my... job."

I gasped, "Are you...," I leaned in and began to whisper, "a hitman?"

"No, more like an assassin." He sipped his coffee. "A lousy assassin."

"I think killing people is a good thing to be bad at." I stated.

"That's fair."

"So?"

"Hm?" He looked at me and I could tell he looked guilty. An assassin with a conscience.

"So, how many people have you...?" I brought a finger to my throat.

"None..." He began to mess with a napkin again.

"Oh thank gosh," I let out a relieved breath and took a sip of my coffee.

"Wait! Lance!" He yelled with wide eyes.

"Oooh yeahh..." I looked down at my cup.

"We need to get you to a hospital. Right now." He stood up quickly urging me to as well.

"Nah, it's fine. Report back that you gave me poison or whatever and that I'm dead. It's your job right." I smiled.

"I already told you, I'm lousy at it. Now get up." He grabbed my hands pulling me up.

"It's fine! Besides, how am I going to explain having Arsenic in my system anyway?" I put a hand on my hip. "Just skip town, or whatever you're supposed to do."

He let me sit back down and stood there nervously. "The assignments given to us are always for a reason. They're usually bad people, but I don't understand why they want you dead."

"Who's they?" I asked just trying to gather some information. I know I'll be fine and Keith will never have to know he didn't actually kill me. Plus, I'll know who it is that wants me dead.

"The... government?" He wrung his hands. "Okay, I don't see anything wrong with telling you, considering you have roughly 24 hours if you're lucky. So there's more of a 'secret' group that works for the government. It technically doesn't exist. Even the president has limited knowledge of it. They assign us to take out really bad people or potential threats to society."

"Oh," I said a little surprised.

"Why do they want you dead?" He asked.

"No clue." I lied. The government sees me as a potential threat to society? "Ooh, ouch. You should probably go. You don't want people to tie you to this." I grabbed my stomach sickly. It just felt like I had an upset stomach, that's basically it.

"Okay." He gave me another guilty look and he grabbed my hand. "I'm really sorry."

I began to feel guilty too. I could tell him that I'd be fine, but should I trust him? Better not risk it.

I watched him leave. He looked troubled and I realized he never actually did this before. Despite being an assassin, he had a strong conscience. I pushed myself up, chugged the last of my coffee, and drove home.

"So?" Pidge strolled up to walk next to me.

"It went... well?" I said, it sounding more like a question.

"What happened?" She raised an eyebrow curiously as we stopped at my locker.

I sighed opening it. "I'm not sure..." I shoved a textbook and a few binders in, "it didn't last very long."

"Why not?" Pidge folded her arms stubbornly.

"Something came up and he took off. I don't know that he was interested anyway." I shut my locker and turned around slipping the straps of my backpack over my shoulders. I froze when I saw Keith walking on the other side of the hall. He glanced in my direction and his eyes seemed to widen when they locked with mine.

I cleared my throat and looked back at Pidge who was giving me an expectant look. "What was that?" She asked referring to our exchange.

"What was what?" I played dumb.

"You're not telling me something." She frowned.

The bell rang and I flashed her a cocky grin. I shrugged and whirled in the opposite direction to head to class. I turned down another branch of the school to get to my computer applications class. As I passed a dark empty classroom, I felt a jerk at my backpack and I was sent tumbling backward.

The room was dark with the only light source being a window. A shadow blurred my vision and before I could catch my breath, I was against the wall with my shirt held tightly in fists. My vision adjusted and I could see Keith. His dark hair, light shimmering eyes, and coarse breath. Him in all his glory.

His expression is what caused my stomach to turn. It was a mixture of shock, relief, and horror. "How are you alive?"

"Why didn't you leave?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Answer my question." Keith demanded.

"I think there's a magic word to add to that. Besides, I'll answer when I'm not in the perfect position to get pummeled." I turned my nose up in the other direction.

He sighed and let me go, mumbling a small 'please'. I brushed off my shirt and hopped onto a counter to sit. I looked him over and took note of the outline of something in his jacket pocket; I suspect a knife.

"Alright," I began, "remember when I said I didn't know why the government would want me dead?" He nodded. "Well that was a lie. I never thought I'd be targeted by the government, but I suppose they see me as a 'threat to society'."

"So, why?" He urged impatiently.

"I'm... immortal." I looked at him anxiously, horrified to see what his reaction will be.

"Immortal?" He raised an eyebrow skeptically.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. I hopped off the counter and walked up to him folding my arms. We were close and it made him shift. "Give me your knife please." I held out my hand expectantly.

"How did you...?" He glared at me suspiciously.

I rolled my eyes again and waved my open palm a little, urging him to just give it to me.

"Fine." He sighed pulling it out and setting it in my palm.

"Thank you." I pulled it from its guard and Keith took a cautious step back. "Relax." I said before plunging the knife into my hand. My breathing sped up as pain shot from the area up my arm. I let out a pained grunt, and retracted it from my palm.

Blood spilled onto the floor and dripped to my elbow. I held my hand up to keep a lighter blood flow. Instantaneously, my skin smoothed over the area and the only evidence of my wound was the dark red dripping from my arm.

Keith looked wild and shocked. "A-are you insane?!" He gasped. His back was pressed against the counter, as far away from me as he could be.

I wiggled my fingers showing off my perfectly fine and non-impaled hand. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed my wrist. I tried to yank it back, but it was useless. His eyes flicked across my hands to confirm.

"You weren't lying." Keith looked as if his whole world had been turned upside down.

"Of course I wasn't." I frowned. He let go of my wrist and I rubbed at it with a pouted expression.

"Sorry." He apologized awkwardly.

"It's okay." I turned and began to look around the classroom.

"How long have you been immortal?" He let out a shaky breath.

I gave him a smile that helped him realize how stupid the question was.

His head fell in his hands and he let out an embarrassed chuckle. "Sorry."

"I get it." I smirked opening a few cabinets.

"What... what are you looking for?" Keith asked walking up next to me.

I bent down and opened a drawer giving a victorious hum. I held up a plastic container of disinfecting wipes.

He mouthed a quiet 'oh' as I began to wipe down my arm and clean the mess on the floor.

"I still age, I can't be wounded, and I can't get sick." I explained.

"You have to have some sort weakness." Keith attempted.

"Nope! Nothing!" I smiled at him smugly.

He frowned and leaned against the counter.

"What's wrong mission impossible?" I smirked just to rub it in that there was no way he could finish his job.

He cut me a sharp look as I tossed the bloody wipes into a nearly full trash can and tied off the top.

"Okay," I huffed, "Are you sure you're entirely upset about this? You didn't seem all that keen on murdering me. In fact, when you saw me alive, you almost seemed a little relieved. Are you sure you went with the right career choice?" I was a little more serious now as I sauntered up next to him.

He stared at me for a moment, setting his jaw. "You weren't supposed to be a normal person."

"I'm not normal!" I tried to keep calm and maintain my previously smug attitude, but I could feel my actual retaliation to his statement shine through.

"Okay, immortality isn't normal," he agreed, "but it isn't like you're using it to destroy and take over the world!" He seemed to fume, as if it upset him.

"Look, if the only way you can complete your mission is through me dying, then there's no way I can help you." I huffed folding my arms.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere until my mission is complete." Keith folded his arms back stubbornly.

"Do what you want..., try what you must...," I gave him a knowing smirk, "but looks like you'll be here a while."

"Then looks like I should get comfortable." Keith returned a smug look with just as much confidence.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, what'd ya say we try again? And this time, no poison." I leaned on the counter smoothly.

"No poison?" He frowned, "I guess... just this once."

I pulled out a sticky note and pen, and scribbled down my phone number. I slipped it to him and he seemed a little more energetic when he took it.

I got home from school and checked my phone.

No. Messages.

I let out a disappointed huff.

I waited with my ringer volume all the way up and phone by my side for him to text. I had a few false alarms from Pidge and Hunk, yet, still no Keith. Eventually I called it quits at midnight and went to bed.

Ding!

I fell out of my bed and quickly snatched up my phone. I was still tangled in my blankets of the floor when I opened my phone.

4:56 a.m.

Keith: when do you want to get coffee?

Who the heck gets up at four in the morning?!

I pushed my hair back deciding how to respond.

I typed out a response and deleted it a few times before finally sending one.

Me: I'm ready when you are *wink emoji*

Keith: oh, okay. Be there in a minute.

My eyes widened at the text. I shot up from the floor tripping over the blankets and getting dragged back down. As I ripped my closet door open and gazed at my clothes. I pondered how he already knew where I lived.

I decided I would bring it up later. I pulled out a baggy pair of jeans and slipped them on. I rolled up the bottoms and began the search for a shirt. That's when the doorbell rang.

How in the-?!

I ripped off my pajama shirt and pulled out a white shirt struggling to get it on. I pulled on a flannel and as I ran by the bathroom checked on my hair.

I swung open the front door excitedly only to have a sharp pain emerge from my stomach.

My eyes settled on Keith and began to trail down to the knife plunged into my abdomen. "What the heck? This is a new shirt!"

He pulled the knife out and watched, through the holes of my shirt, my wounds seal. "Well, I guess it was worth a try." He sighed.

"Seriously," I rolled my eyes.

"Look, I have a job. At least I can report that I've tried." Keith cleaned his knife and shoved it back in his pocket.

I rubbed my eyes and stepped to the side. "Well, I need to change again. Want to wait inside?" I asked opening the door more.

"Sure, thanks." He smiled.

"I can't believe you tried to stab me. In my own home to say the least!" I exclaimed.

"I didn't really think it would work." Keith shrugged.

"Look, if you didn't like my outfit, you could've just told me so." I pouted.

"No, that was actually kind of a shame. Your outfit was really nice." He put his hands in his pockets.

"Aww, I'd be a little more flattered if you hadn't just attempted my murder." I scrunched up my face and led him to my room. "Wait here. And stay away from my family. I don't know if I trust you."

"Are they not immortal?" He asked sitting down at my desk chair.

"No, so I'd appreciate it if you don't do anything assassin-y around them." I searched through my drawers for a change of clothes.

"Relax, I wouldn't hurt them." He looked away.

I smiled and left to the bathroom. I washed off the blood and changed into my new clothes. I tried to scrub the blood from my pants- to which I was successful. As for my shirt, I tied it up in a plastic bag.

I walked back to my room and quietly slipped in. Keith hadn't heard me, he was looking at family photos I pinned to the wall and pulled one off examining it in particular. It was of my family and I at the beach.

"Whatcha got there?" I asked

He jumped and whirled around. "Sorry, I was just..." he pinned it back in its place.

"Well, I got my ruined shirt. Ready to go?" I asked smiling, only slightly out of spite.

It's been a month since Keith tried to poison me in the café. A month of going to school together, hanging out, going places, and me flirting. Yet, also a month of stabbing. He doesn't do it as often, it went down to roughly once a week and he hasn't done it all week. I never know when he's going to do it either, I have to keep spare clothes with me wherever I go. I've also forced him to pay for replacement ones, which is only fair.

Ever since the day I found out I was immortal, I've always felt somewhat detached from everyone else. I'm different, and while some people would do anything to be immortal, I only feel like it's a curse or a burden. In some odd way, I feel like Keith and I are similar. We're both different in our own unique ways. Everyone feels like they're different from everyone else. Keith makes me feel less different, and I like that.

Being around him makes me happy, and I get this giddy feeling when I see him. I think that's why I'm going to ask him on a date.

I fixed my hair, pushing it around until it was just how I wanted it. I put on deodorant and brushed my teeth. Checking the time, I realized I was running late. I ran to my room and grabbed my math homework that was sitting on my desk from last night.

I got to school and the bell rang as I entered. I dashed to class thankful I wasn't tardy. I glanced at Keith who gave me a smile. "Alright, everyone pull out your homework please." The teacher instructed. As I went to do so, I felt a slight sting on my finger as it slid across the edge of my paper.

But the paper cut didn't heal.

I felt my heart beating through my chest.

"May I be excused?" I raised my hand quickly.

"Lance, class just started." The teacher gave me a disapproving look.

"I'm feeling nauseous. I won't be long." I uttered.

"Fine." She nodded.

I avoided Keith's stare as I strutted out of the classroom and bolted to the bathroom. I washed my hands and inspected my finger again only to watch it heal in front of my eyes. Why had it taken so long for a simple paper cut?

I pulled my sleeve down over my hand. It was odd but it was probably for the best that I just ignore it.

When school was over, I mindlessly walked to my locker and grabbed my things. I wasn't around Keith for any of my other classes which was probably for the best.

"Hey." Keith leaned on the lockers next to me.

I jumped slightly startled and smiled at him. "Hey."

"What's got you all jumpy?" He asked still grinning with folded arms. I wanted to cry he is so cute.

"I don't know, guess school has me a little stressed?" I sighed and shut my locker. I was surprised when pain shot through my finger. I yelped and jerked my hand back.

"Are you okay?" Keith's eyes widened and he stepped forward quickly.

"Yeah just slammed my finger in the locker." I huffed.

"At least it heals fast." He turned his head sideways slightly.

"Yeah," I smiled. But the problem was, it still hurt. I opened and closed my hand feeling the soreness in my index finger.

"Um, I wanted to ask you something..." Keith glanced away at some students walking through the hall.

"Yes?" I couldn't help a grin. Keith was flustered, and if I didn't know any better, it sounds like he's going to ask me out.

"Well, I'm free tomorrow, and if you are too, maybe we could see a movie? Together?" He finally looked at me again.

"Like... a date?"

"Only if you want it to be." Keith spoke nervously.

"I do." I responded quickly.

Keith smiled and we headed out of the school. My finger still felt sore and I looked down to see it was red and slightly puffy. How?

We began walking out to my car together, taking about what movie we should see. "Wanna ride?" I asked.

"Oh, um sure. Thanks." He sat in the passengers seat and I suddenly felt better. Better about the whole secret, my nervousness and anxiety seemed to diminish completely. Keith just seemed to have that affect on me.

"Where do you live?" I asked starting my car.

"I have an apartment over on Lapel street." He said clicking his seatbelt in place.

"Wow." I raised my eyebrows.

"Hm?" Keith was looking at me now.

"I don't know, I guess it just kind of occurred to me that you live alone." I frowned.

He shrugged, "What's the matter with living alone?"

"Don't you ever get lonely?" I asked pulling out of the parking lot.

He was quiet a moment. "I mean... sometimes. I guess it depends."

"Depends on what?" I glanced at him.

"Well, there's times when I'm dancing while getting ready in the morning or maybe walking around the house naked. And I think, it's nice living alone because I can get away with doing that stuff. No one judges me for having ice cream for dinner. Stuff like that." He explained.

I smiled at the thought of Keith dancing around his house and flushed at the thought of him lounging around his apartment in his birthday suit.

"But..." he breathed, "then there are times when all I can think about is how quiet it is. Like when I come home, or when I'm eating dinner, or laying down to go to bed, all I can hear is dead silence. I mean, I never really had much of a family around. I shouldn't miss something I've never had or experienced. Right?"

I came to a stop at a red light and looked over to Keith. "No. We all need something or someone around. I can't believe you manage that everyday."

We pull into the parking lot of his apartment complex and I parked the car. He began gathering his things and when he reached for the door handle, he stopped. "Did you want to go inside?"

I was practically begging him to invite me. "Sure!" I said unbuckling my seatbelt eagerly.

I followed him in the building and up a few sets of stairs.

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