My Surfer Boy | klance

chapter seven

hey guys. it's been a while.
how is everything? :)
how was your halloween, thanksgiving? hanukkah? christmas? (if you celebrate them)
here's my excuse this time ;)
so like, I've been going through some things. I just recently lost
someone really important to me. It's been hard to
get over, but I'm okay now.
good news:
this book WILL be updated more often now,
AND finished, no matter how long it takes :)
sorry for the vent and also,
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enough about me, blah; onto the long-awaited chapter...
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"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Literally." Lance ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Dude! I'm not the only one who loves cooking! It's fun, don't judge me. You damned loser." Hunk sputtered, crossing his arms.

"Who would want an oven installed with a tv on it?!" Lance questioned, furrowing his eyebrows with confusion.

"I do! I wanna watch television while cooking." He threw his arms into the air, over-dramatically.

"Pal, you need to actually look at the food you're cooking, not at the damn television." Lance argued.

Hunk narrowed his eyes at the lean boy.
"You're right. You win this time."

"I always win. It comes natural."
Lance bragged, a smile of satisfaction on his face.

They were sitting in a window booth at Pop's diner, sipping milkshakes, and discussing random ideas.

"How has Keith been doing so far? You know; that pale vampire rarely ever comes outside." Hunk expressed, resting his chin upon his hand.

"Ah, okay. Ish."

"I take that as not too good?"

"Uh.. Yeah."
Lance confessed, frowning.

"He'd probably do better if your teaching wasn't so bad." Hunk joked, stifling a laugh.

Lance gasped, moving his hand to his chest, throwing himself back into the cushioned booth.

"That hurt, buddy." He fake sniffled, wiping a nonexistent tear from his cheek.

"You're so extra." Hunk added, chuckling at Lance being Lance. It was nice to have a friend that could take jokes.
"Is that a bad thing? I think not." Lance 'flipped his hair', batting his eyelashes.

"Stop. I feel the inner cringe."
"You love me." Lance retorted, cracking his knuckles out of habit.

"You caught me there." Hunk chuckled, placing his hand upon Lances'.
"Stop cracking your knuckles, you'll get arthritis."

"What the hell? That's a myth."
"No, it's not."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes. Look it up."
"Fine."

Hunk pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly tapping in his passcode.
After a minute or two goes by, he slams down on the table with his fist.

"Damn." Hunk uttered, sighing with disappointment.

"The great Lancey-Lance strikes again!" Lance fist pumped the air.

Hunk shook his head, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You know, Lance.. I'm glad I have you." Hunk started, a grin rested upon his face.

"Aw, buddy.." Lance smile in return.

"I'm glad I have you too."

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sorry this chapter was short, it was a filler. also, some of you wanted a chap with hunk, sooo!
happy new year!
next chapter coming tm

-love, alexxia