Aquaphobia // Klance

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::before starting this, I need to tell you something. I just read Dirty Laundry on Ao3 and I'm crying in the club::

To say the least, today was eventful. To say the most, Lance has never been more proud of himself. It always made him feel good knowing that he could help his friends. Even if Pidge saw the act completely unnecessary, he knew how much it made them feel loved.

Memories from the day flickered through his thoughts as he rode home on his motorised scooter. Threats to write him up for breaking dress code were quickly dismissed as he recited paragraphs from their school handbook.

"There is no rule on here that says a boy cannot wear a skirt. The only rules about skirts in this book are that they cannot show underwear, cannot advertise alcohol or drugs, and cannot be shorter than three inches above the knee; despite my long legs, this skirt, in fact, is only one inch above my knee. Therefore, you cannot write me up for breaking dress code." He spoke matter-of-factly to his history teacher, gym coach, and school secretary.

He of course, did have to change out of the skirt during gym. That was against school dress code.

After third period, nobody really questioned it. Nobody questioned it verbally at least; everyone probably wondered what was going on in the lanky boy's head, but they kept their thoughts to themselves. Though they mainly didn't say anything after learning that Mr. Perfect, Takashi Shirogane was also in on this "stunt" and nobody questioned the actions of Takashi Shirogane.

Returning his thoughts to the present, Lance saw his house come into view. He began slowing down, and could already hear shouts radiating from one of the upstairs bedrooms as he rode into the driveway.

Surprisingly, even though it seemed the twins never ceased their arguments, this wasn't even close to the loudest the house has been.

Lance, Ciara, and Alianna were the three youngest of the Sanchez-McClain family. They had three older siblings: Georgia (29), Zachary (28), and Manuel (22) who all lived in the house with Lance, the twins, and their parents before going to college.

There was never a dull moment in the house, whether it was Manny and Georgia fighting over video games, or Lance and Georgia having karaoke nights where they sang terribly off-key to their hearts content, or when Zach got annoyed when trying to study and yelled at everyone, causing more noise, or when the whole group would wrestle on the floors of their bedrooms.

Needless to say though, the loudest person in the house was their mother when she yelled at them, random spurts of Spanish making their way into their sentences from time to time.

"Which one of you did it? ¡Juro por dios, cuando descubra quién rompió mi lámpara favorita, todos ustedes se vengarán del chancla! Sometimes I can't even believe it with you kids!

(Rough translation: I swear to god, when I find out who broke my favorite lamp, you'll all get revenge of the flip flop)

(They all took the chancla, even though it was later learned that Ciara knocked over the lamp trying to touch the lampshade.)

Lance sometimes felt bad for his younger sisters, being that they were only toddlers and young children when their siblings grew up and moved away.

He took the key out of the ignition, and stepped off the scooter, removing his helmet in the process. Upon entrance of his home, he smelt the familiar smell of his favorite dish coming from the kitchen.

"Mamá, you didn't tell me you were making lasagna for dinner!" He said excitedly, throwing his helmet to the floor, and making his way towards the amazing smell. It was the Italian in him, from his dad's side, he would say. Lasagna was his father's favorite before his passing, but the man had rubbed his taste in food off on his son, so Lance loved it just as much.

"Well, it was a surprise! I was so proud when I saw how you stood up for Pidge. You are growing into such a mature young man!"

The boy turned a shade of red at his mother's praises. He didn't deserve this, he was just being a good friend. But he wasn't gonna argue with his mama, so he pressed a kiss to her temple before reaching his hand into the bowl of shredded cheese to steal some.

"HIJO DE- LANCE NO! THATS FOR THE LASAGNA" She yelled, whacking him with the spoon she was about to use, causing him to run out of the kitchen, cheese in hand.

"Love you mamá!" he called, making his way to his room. He chuckled to himself.

He stretched his body before plopping his weight into the blue and black computer chair in front of his desk.

"Today was nice" he said to himself, a smile bright on his face. He turned his chair with his foot back and forth a few times before straightening and facing his laptop, opening it and logging in to an all too familiar website.

He scrolled through his notifications and asks, which were pretty full as usual. If you asked anyone who he was close to, they'd tell you Lance was an open book, and they were right, except for one thing. The one thing that he never told anyone about was his life online, he was pretty embarrassed about it in all honesty, but at the same time, he loved it.

He loved the secretiveness about it. He loved being able to be a version of himself he never showed at school or with his friends. He loved that nobody knew who he was in real life, that nobody knew of his mistakes and failures and embarrassing moments. But his favorite part, the part he loved the most, was being able to make friends.

Once he answered a few asks, he clicked on his messages and saw one from blazingskies.jpeg aka, his closest online friend. Messaging them was amazing. He ranted to them, and they ranted to him, and they joked, and sent memes to each other, and told secrets, and talked trash, and they cried together. Pretty much the only thing that Lance didn't know was the person's name and gender. They didn't feel comfortable sharing that with anyone online, and Lance respected and understood that.

So he just called them Sky, and they called him Starboy (even though Lance had revealed his name ling ago). It was Sky who had given the nickname to him, and since then he's cherished the name.

"Well I know how much you love the stars, so I'll just call you Starboy" Sky had told him long ago. Even after the song came out, and basically ruined the name, he kept it, because that was his special name.

He clicked on the name and it opened to show all their previous messages, plus one new one.

blazingskies.jpeg: you up for another movie night on rabbit?

Lance smiled, remembering their many movie nights. Remembering the many many times he begged for them to turn on their facecam, just for one second, only for them to say no. Again, Lance didn't hold it against them.

theloststargazer: sounds good, but oh boy you wouldn't believe the day I had today

::Sorry this took so long to get out, I wanted to make an irl chapter as a sort of spacer from the texting timeskips.

QOTD: what color shirt are you wearing right now?

My answer: white::