KLANCE: One Shots

That boy is fine

Italics = Inner thoughts

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God damn that boy is fine.

Lance sits across from his friends at the local diner, a chocolate milkshake in hand with the straw dangling from his lips. His eyes trace over the slim hips of the raven haired waiter serving a nearby table, tracking his every movement. However his ogling was rudely interrupted by a loud clap that shocked him from his daze. He jumped to look at the source of the noise; Rollo was leaning over the table with his hands outstretched in front of Lance's face and Nyma was holding her stomach, laughing loudly beside him.

"What the hell was that for you ass?" Rollo raised an eyebrow before sitting back down and gesturing to the next table.

"Dude you were totally staring. It was kinda creepy." He smirked. Lance's face turned blood red in response and he looked away. He began to tremble slightly as he avoided all eye contact with Rollo and Nyma.

Holly shit do they know who I was staring at? Oh God I hope not. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!

"She is pretty hot though." Rollo commented. Confused, Lance looked back to where he had been staring the hot waiter. He was still there, serving and chatting to a beautiful woman sitting at the next table. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding in relief. Lance McClain was known to be a flirt and a bit of a lady-killer, so no one would ever suspect that the notorious Lover-boy Lance (THANK YOU SEASON 4) would also be into guys. Especially hot mullet-wearing waiters that serve him his chocolate milkshake every time he enters the diner. There was no way he could let Rollo and Nyma find out; they hung out together because they were the cool kids, not because they were really friends. He knew of the way Rollo and Nyma viewed that kind of relationship, and he didn't exactly want to be criticised for it if he could help it. Regardless he just couldn't help staring at that adorable waiter in his tight black shirt and skinny jeans, with a red apron hugging around his waist. It gave him the perfect view of Lance's favourite feature, I'm sure we can all guess what that is (it's his ass in case you're wondering).

"Dude you're staring again. You should try getting her number." Nyma spoke up and broke Lance out of his daze for a second time; this was just getting embarrassing.

"As if, there's no way Lance could get her number. She's way out of his league." Rollo dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand and went back to eating his fries. Lance turned to glare at Rollo, his competitive nature raising to a boiling point in his stomach.

"Oh yeah? Wanna bet on that?" Rollo grinned and leaned back against the booth, his eyes shining with temptation.

"Alright. 20 bucks says you can't get her number no matter how hard you try." Rollo stuck his right hand across the table and Lance took it promptly.

"Deal!" Lance smirked as they indulged in a firm hand shake. Lance then swiftly stood from his place at the booth and made his way to the next table. He took a quick glance around, noticing that the waiter he adored had left and that the girl was alone. Lance smoothly seated himself at the table and rested his elbow on the table top, directing his signature cocky smirk towards the girl sitting opposite him. It was an understatement to say that she was beautiful, her long silver hair cascaded down to her lower back in loose curls, contrasting brilliantly against her darker skin. She was thin but not frail, a perfect combination of femininity and grace emanating from her. Lance was almost intimidated by this, almost.

"The name's Lance. And I just wanted to ask, are you a magician? Because when I see you everyone else disappears." He winked and pointed a single finger gun in her direction. By this point, most girls Lance flirt with begin to blush and giggle a little. Instead, she turns to face him, clearly unamused at his cheesy pickup line. However her look of boredom is quickly replaced with a devilish grin, to which Lance gulps nervously. She chuckles and leans in close, whispering into his ear.