Hai everyone! This is a bit different!! Fun times for angst if I can actually write it :)
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>Your POV<
You were stood at the airport waiting for him. Your heart was racing as you remembered all the stuff you did together as kids and soon, you would see him again.
It's been 11 years since you saw Lance, your best friend from when you were 6. After he moved away, you two lost touch and never talked. It was only till last month that you had no idea he was moving back to the small village you called home.
So here you are, waiting for the announcement that his plane had landed. It was rather late at night and Lance had no idea you were there. The fact you had a sign made it obvious but you remember him not being the smartest tool in the shed.
As the first few passengers arrived through the gates, you peered over the crowd to find the tall, lanky Cuban boy. You had no idea if he had dyed his hair, not grown at all or even remembered you, but hopefully, Lance would still be the one you knew.
Finally, you see the brown haired boy run through the doors, dragging someone behind him. Upon closer inspection, you see a tall, black haired boy, looking pretty damn scared. Waving your sign, you shout,
"OI! LANCELOT STOP HARASSING PEOPLE!"
His head whips around at the mention of his childhood nickname. Both of you stare at each other for a second before Lance drops the boys hand and runs towards you, also abandoning all his luggage. He pulls you into a rib-crushing hug and you feel tears roll onto your neck, before realising you were crying too.
After what seems like hours, Lance lets you breath again and quickly runs back to his friend, who was struggling to drag all the suitcases over. As he comes back, you wave at the boy with him, smiling and feeling excited over the fact Lance was home.
{Time skippppp}
Pulling into the driveway of Lances family home, you realise the boy with Lance has been rather quiet and keeps glancing at you like he wants to say something. Whilst Lance greets his family and takes his luggage in, you begin helping him with a few other things they brought.
"Hai there! I'm (Y/N)!"
"Um, hey." He sticks his hand out.
"Keith Kogane. It's cool to meet you. Lance has told me loads about you especially when he mentions his childhood." You beam at Keith, glad that he finally smiles when mentioning the Cuban boy.
{At dinner}
"So Lance," Lances mother began as she sat down. "You had something to tell us all?"
Lance stands up and taps his glass, calling for attention (as if being there wasn't enough).
"Ahem, if you would all listen? As you know, I've been away a long time and have met many people. Keith being one of them." He stops to smile at Keith, who's sat between us and continues.
"And...well I guess... there was something different about him... so! Everyone! I'm going to come out and tell you, I'm in love with Keith and nothing in this world can change that!" With that, he pulls Keith up and smashes his lips against his. Watching it happen, you feel nauseous and run out the room, choking back tears.
You collapse onto Lances bed (it was the closest room that was comforting) and cried into the pillow. You didn't even realise someone had followed until a pair of arms wrapped around you. Without caring who it was, you responded, throwing your arms around them and crying into their shirt.
"I'm happy for them... I swear! I just... part of me hoped... it would be me?" You managed to choke out between sobs.
"(Y/N)... if I hadn't left? Yeah, it would have been you, without a bloody doubt! But I did leave." Untangling yourself, you look at Lances face, tears forming.
"I've missed you. So so much (Y/N). I don't want this to harm us." He lowered his head and rested it on your shoulder, his face nuzzled into your neck.
"Please (Y/N). Get to know Keith. You'll understand why." Your eyes widen and glance at the door, where (lo and behold) Keith was standing. He was leaning against the frame and looked pretty awkward. You reached your hand out to Keith and he walked over, immediately getting pulled into this messy hug.
"Fine. But if you two get married? Dibs on being the Maid Of Honour!" Lances chest heaves slightly as he repressed a laugh and Keith managed a smile, wiping away one of your tears.
"One weird family we are, hey?"
"Yeah. Glad your home Lancelot... at last."
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Aaaaaaaand this will be the last time I write angst! Can't do it for a cracker and I'd happily sell my soul to Satan (for 1 corn chip) to be able to write it :)
-Charlie-
