Lander One-Shots 🧡💜

🌌Stupid Fights🌌

Type: Angst, Fluff

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"ZANDER DON'T ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!"

The pale woman shrieked angrily

It was a Saturday evening, Zander had talked back and Shannon was finally sick of it

The two usually argue often about small things, but this was the first time in a while they were having a full blown argument

"Oh sorry, "your highness" I didn't mean to be rude" the teenager scoffed rolling his eyes

"UGH! YOUR SO RUDE ALL THE FUCKING TIME. IS IT NOT ENOUGH? WHAT AM I DOING WRONG??"

Zander fiddled with the strings of his, erm, Luke's hoodie that he had on, along with a pair of black sweatpants.

He enjoyed wearing Luke's clothes. It made him feel safe and protected and it even smelled like him:

"Shanon! H-He's just..going through a...a phase.."

Zander stared in disbelief

"A phase? You think my personality is simply just a PHASE??!"

"That's not what I-"

"YOU THINK IM JUST GONNA WAKE UP ONE DAY AND BE A NEW PERSON?! LIKE ONE DAY EVERYTHING THAT MAKES ME ME WILL SIMPLY GO AWAY?!"

(A/N: Kinnie moment-)

"Oh for fuck sakes Zander that's not what he meant."

He glared at his mom annoyed

"Next time you talk back I'm taking your phone for a month."

His eyes grew wide as his temper grew shorter

"REALLY?..Your punishing me for standing up to you"

Shannon scoffed and glared

"I am not punishing you. Now go upstairs"

"Why? So you could yell at me again?"

"Zander..."

"What? Are you gonna take my phone away? Then my bed? Then my-"

"JESUS ZANDER YOUR JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!"

It felt like time had froze

Zander stood near the top of the staircase where he was standing before

His face read a mix of hurt and anger, hurt defeating that anger as his face grew softer his face now looking more defeated then ever as he bit his trembling bottom lip.

Shannon on the other hand realizing what she had said covered her mouth with both of her hands and gasped realizing how much she had hurt her poor son

Not speaking words he ran up the stairs slamming his bed room door.

There the poor boy laid, on his bed in a fetal position biting on the strings of the hoodie trying his best not to cry.

Zander didn't like being compared or reminded about his father. It was one of his weaknesses

He also didn't like crying in front of people , unless it was by himself or in front of his boyfriend.

After deciding he needed some fresh air he slipped on his shoes shoving his phone in his pocket and left his room

He ran down the stairs and was greeted by his mom laying on the couch watching the television

Once she saw him she stood up, realizing his shoes were on