+Lacuna+

Troublesome Tears

Lances door was locked, thought so.
I could hear a whine from behind the door. I knock on his door softly,
"Lance? Open up."
"No!" He shouts.
I sigh, "Hey I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude..."
"Well it was wrong! You embarrassed me!" He whined.
I rolled my eyes, trying very hard not to be sarcastic or rude.
"I know, I'm sorry I intruded, but please open up so I can apologize?"
I frowned at the silence that followed my request. Finally the door opens and a embarrassed looking Lance meets my eyes.
"Look, It was wrong of me to intrude on your singing." I said with a smirk. He rolls his eyes and playfully hits my shoulder.
"I accept your apology...I guess..." He muttered.
"Was I really that good?" He asked quietly.
I nod.
His face lots up with excitement, yep he's back to normal alright. His lips curve into a sly grin and he slings an arm around my shoulder, attempting to his 'smooth moves'.
"I know I know, my voice is to great for this world, it charms those who dare to listen!" He exclaims sarcastically. I roll my eyes as he pulls me out of his room and back into the living room. We both end up sitting on piste sides of the couch, akawardly staring off into space. I look over at Lance, his hair was still wet from his shower, I could feel my face warming up. I broke my stare and leaned into the couch, kicking up my feet on the small coffee-table in front of us.
"Hey feet off!" Lance exclaimed.
I just smiled and leaned my head back.
"I said.feet. off." He replied again, this time with a more serious attitude.
"I don't think so Lancelot~" I coon, extending the last syllable of his name.
I felt a shove against my feet and then I felt them hit the floor. I look over to a smirking Lance. 'Dang it he looks cute when he's smirking...' I thought suddenly panicked.
"Why do you make things so complicated?" I question.
"'Cause." He says with a shrug.
The silence continues.
I can sense Lance getting nervous so I looked directly at him, straight into his shimmering blue eyes.
"Will you sing for me? Like for real this time?" I ask quietly.
His eyes widen, oh no I messed up...
"O-okay, but promise not to make fun of me!" He asks, holding out his hand. I take it hesitantly and shudder at how warm his hand felt. He firmly shook both our hands and then leaned back into his spot, straightening himself out so he can start singing. I rest my head on my hand, legs still crisscrossed on the couch. Suddenly he gets of the couch and leaves the room, before I can say anything he re-enters with a very detailed guitar.
"My abuelita gave me this..." He says with a small smile.
As he sat back down I could see the red growing on his cheeks when he looks up at me.
'He looks so scared, but really cute at the same time' I think to myself.
He begins to strum on his guitar, creating a soft melody that soon fills the room.

"I'm just the boy inside the man, not exactly who you think I am. Trying to trace my steps back here again."
I soon fall into a trace, enjoying the way his voice sang the lyrics with such ease.
"So many times. I'm just a speck inside your head,you came and made me who I am, I remember where it all began.
So clearly.
I feel a million miles away, still you connect me in your way, and you created me. Something I would've never seen. When I can only see the floor, you made my window a door, so when they say they don't believe, I hope that they see you and me.
After all the lights go down, I'm just the words, you are the sound."
"A strange type of chemistry." He sings with a chuckle that makes me feel warm inside.
"You've become a part of me. And when I sit alone at night, your thoughts burn through me like a fire. Your the only one who really knows who I am!" He starts singing with more power and passion in his voice.
"We all wanna be somebody. We just need a taste of who we are!" He continues to sing.
"We all wanna be somebody, were willing to go, but not that far...."
He continues to sing a whole new verse but I drown it all out. I never realized how amazing Lance's voice and passion was, even through all the sarcastic comments I could never ever appreciate compared to right now. All of it made my heart do backflips and I didn't know why, but I'd rather just enjoy the moment then worry about the questionable future.

"I'm just the boy inside the man, not exactly who you think I am. Trying to trace my steps back here again.
So many times. I'm just a speck inside your head, you came and made me who I am, I remember where it all began.
So clearly.
I feel a million miles away, still you connect me in your way, and you created me. Something I would've never seen. When I can only see the floor, you made my window a door, so when they say they don't believe, I hope that they see you and me..." He finishes, head hung low with his hair covering his eyes.
I was about to open my mouth when I heard a small sniffle.
I immediately grabbed Lances shoulders and pulled him up so I could see him. His eyes were clouded with tear but a smile still remained upon his lips.
"Heh, sorry..." He says wiping away his tears, " this song gets me every time."
I smile and relax my hands, "Then why'd you sing it idiot?"
He just chuckled as more tears escaped his eyes.
I began to panic, what would I do?
I suddenly felt myself wrapping my arms around him as he was being pulled into my hug, his hand grabbed fistfuls of my jacket as he cried into my shoulder. I shushed him until he finally calmed down, but he refused to loosen his grip on me. For what seemed like minutes soon turned into hours of cooing and sniffles. I know Lance had been the emotional type but how could a song get him so worked up? Well I didn't know a lot about his past so I decided to keep my mouth shut until he was calm again. My thoughts were interrupted by soft snores, I look down at Lance and noticed he completely knocked out. I roll my eyes, greattttt.
I attempt to get up from my position but fail as I notice Lance still clings to me, I didn't have any choice but to stay, unless I wanted to wake up Lance. But I don't want him to wake up just yet. I scoot back so I can be in a comfier position and so Lance can also rest easily. I look down at his sleeping face and feel the urge to trace the freckles on his face, but I hold myself back. Instead I just brush the hair out of his eyes. But as I'm trying so hard to ignore my feelings my actions take advantage, I can feel my head lowering and my eyes closing. I don't know why I'm not stopping myself! I open my eyes again and notice that I'm just inches away from Lances face. No, I can't. I pull away, feeling akaward, why didn't I stop myself until the last minute? Was I developing even more feelings for Lance? It was all to complicated for me. But maybe one day it would all make sense...
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Real quick the song used is called 'Be Somebody'

Byez!
~Kat&Zumi~