[untitled] ➵ klance (rewriting)

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finally, here it is
also you'll find that i can not keep one point of view :')

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[Lance]
Lance yawned and reached for the blaring alarm clock. After shutting the damn thing off, he sat up and placed his feet into his fuzzy blue lion slippers his friend bought him. He finally walked to the bathroom to take a morning leak and pretty himself up. Unfortunately, the first thing he saw was the the splatters of red paint on his face and to make it better there were even more bits on his arms. Lance screamed a very, very, manly scream. "How could've this had happened??!?!"

He then realised that he could just maybe scrub it off but guess what, he actually can't. Lance releases another high-pitched (manly) scream. It had to be his soulmate messing with him or it was just reallllyyyyy strong paint. He didn't go with the latter.

Hopefully, his soulmate would wake up and take a nice shower. Thinking this, Lance decided to try and ignore it and continue with his routine.

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It didn't go away. The poor boy had to walk into school with his sweater sleeves rolled down and his hood hanging over his face. Lance was a confident boy but he had limits. His confidence only decreased when one of his friends decide to come and pick on him. "What's up Lance, you look a little bright and colorful today."

Lance glared, "And you look a little short today."

Pidge groaned and pushed up her glasses. "Shut up."

Lance started to say something about how she started the conversation but the bell rung. "Where's Hunk?"

"He should be here later."

Lance hummed in response and headed to his classroom, telling the midget bye before doing so.

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"What's up man?"

Hunk turned to see Lance walking up to him. "Nothing much, sorry for not being there during 1st and 2nd period but what happened to you??"

Lance smiled a bit, "It's alright but what were you doing? And my soulmate decided to torture me"

"Work and they sound amazing"

Lance's smile slipped a little at the short word answer but he didn't push it anymore than that. "So, what are we having for lunch?"

Hunk thought for a moment, "I think we're having fake mashed potatoes and plastic green beans."

Lance's smile disappeared and was replaced with a grimace. "Well that's great."

Hunk hummed in acknowledgement but their conversation ended with that and they continued to half-ass pay attention to their teacher. (It was mostly Lance not paying attention.)

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Lunch went by quickly, Lance blames it on how much him and his friends talked but his stomach ached through it all.

The rest of the day flew by too and when the bell rang, everything seemed to go back to a normal pace.

Lance jumped into his electric blue 1970 Chevelle SS (very detailed, I know), pidge jumping in the back and hunk in the passenger seat.

Lance changed the station until Smells Like Teen Spirit started playing. He turned the radio up as far as it would go.

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THIS WASNT THAT MUCH OF A CHAPTER EW, IM SORRY. ILL WRITE ANOTHER PART OR SOMETHING
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