Circus (Klance AU)

The Traumas we Save

Hey, Lovelyz! First of all:

***MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING WITH THIS CHAPTER, IT IS SUPER LANGSTY AND YEAH***

Second: This is probably the longest chapter I have written for this story so far but this the first time I've written like this before and don't know how to feel about it. So, if you would, please kindly comment and vote. But more importantly, I WANT TO HEAR YOUR OPINIONS :)

Third: I'm sorry for taking my time to update this chapter but as you can tell it's MASSIVE, like twice as big as the other ones so that's why ;)

Four: I apologize for the Spanish in the beginning because I never took Spanish in school and had to use a translator to get me through. So, if you know that the translation is wrong, please let me know :) 

That's All! Please enjoy this chapter, and God bless your souls! <3 <3 <3

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"Mijo!" The sound of Lance's mother pierced through the house, effectively waking Lance from his deep state of sleep in one fell swoop. "Mijo! Get up, and good heavens get back in here! What are you thinking?!?! Sleeping on the roof!!!"

Nothing like mom scolding me first thing in the morning (or Afternoon ;P )...

Lance groaned, burrowing further into his comforter. "Mama! I'm tired! Let me sleep just a bit more!" He whined which just made his mother screech louder.

"Lance Charles McClain! ¡levanta tu trasero ahora! Your Papa is going to be home and I want this house spotless!" Her eyes burned with determination, a sign to Lance that she wasn't about to back down. 

"Fine...I'll be there in like 15 minutes!" He slowly started to gather his blanket up in his arms. He froze as his phone tumbled down out of his blanket. Keith. He had fallen asleep on Keith, while they were texting. He stumbled to pick it up

"Shit!"

"What was that Mijo!?" His mother inquired from the doorway to his room.

"No-nothing!" He stuttered, thank god that his mother had not heard him cuss. Lance hurriedly threw his comforter inside the window while focusing on his phone. He came tumbling back in, landing in a pile of gangly limbs. He hurriedly opened the chat. What if Keith hated him now for falling asleep on him? He was probably annoyed as hell. Lance always was when someone fell asleep on him. 

He glanced down, bracing for impact. 

Keith: Well, I'm guessing you fell asleep so...

Keith: Whatever you're anxious about that you couldn't talk about; you are strong and can deal with it, have faith in yourself...

Keith: Well, good night then... 

What...WHAT...

Lance found himself blushing furiously. Luckily he was by himself because he didn't think he could handle his siblings at that moment of embarrassment which he knew they, if they were there, would never let him live down. 

Why does he do this to me?!?

"MIJO!" Lance cringed. It was going to be a long, long day.

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Lance wiped the sweat from his forehead just for more to bead down his skin. He had been mopping for what seemed like a year. Okay, granted, maybe that was an exaggeration, but regardless it had been a long time. The fact that his house had no air conditioning didn't help either. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, momentarily leaning on his mop. T-minus forty-five minutes until he would have to face the one person in the world he had never wanted to talk to again. His face contorted into an unpleasant expression. Just the thought of it left a bitter taste in his mouth.