[untitled] ➵ klance (rewriting)

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I didn't check this one for mistakes so please comment if you find any.
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[Lance]
"God."

Lance runs his hands through his hair, curls in between his fingers turning into smaller ones. He looks at himself in the mirror for a good minute before reaching under the bathroom counter. He pulls out his straightener and plugs it into the outlet near the sink.

He hums a thoughtless tune while straightening his hair. Then he hears a knock on the bathroom door. "What do you want Hunk?"

"Dude you're in the only bathroom in the house and I gotta take a leak."

Lance rolls his eyes, "Come in, I'm not taking a shit or anything."

Hunk opens the door and side-steps around the lanky boy. "Curse this small bathroom."

Lance hums in agreement and focuses on his hair. He pulls through the last strand and brushes it out. The brunette then applys a touch of hairspray to it, just so it doesn't fall out of place.

Hunk again side-steps around him and leaves the boy to his beauty routine. Lance checks the time and sighs. He leaves the bathroom and steps into his bedroom, closing the door and throwing off his robe.

"Now where the heck is my work uniform?"

☪️

The blue eyed boy grumbles and bangs his head on the counter. He glances up at the door but when he sees no one he lays his head back on the counter.

Today had been a tiring day, it was really busy due to it being a Saturday and all. Costumers coming and going, asking stupid questions, and being plain out rude. Sometimes Lance thought of ramming their heads into the closest shelf but then he would see the money that the job brought. It was medium wage but it payed for half of the apartment and some beauty supplies. Lucky he was smart enough to at least save some money, college was just around the corner and you kinda needed money for that.

Ching

Lance looks up at the door and pulls on a fake smile. "Welcome."

The costumer smiles, a real genuine smile. The scar on the bridge of his nose tilting a little. "Good afternoon."

Lance almost dies at the sound of the man's voice. It was like velvet, soft and slips right through the fingers. Lance screams inside his mind, 'not now gay thoughts.'

The man continues to look around the store while Lance watches his every move. Watching the way his thighs flex a little when he moves and how the tuff of white hair bounces a little. And oh god his ass. The curve of it was enough to swoon even the straightest of guys.

Lance may be watching the man but it takes him a moment to realize that the hot man was standing in front of him. The man stares right back, a sign of confidence.

Lance quickly snaps out of his trance. He blushes deeply but takes the small succulent from the counter and rings it up. "Uh, that'll be three dollars and seventy-four c-cents, sir." Lance curses himself at the hiccup.

The man hands over the money. Lance pays attention to the way his hand handle the money. "Umm, thank you sir."

The man smiles and leaves, Lance swooning afterwards. "God what a good piece of ass, he was a whole fucking snack."

Lance laughs to himself and picks up the pen behind the counter. He draws a stick figure with an over-exaggerated ass on his forearm. He hopes his soulmate appreciates it.

Then he writes, 'hey.'

He waits for a reply but when nothing happens he checks the time. Only 30 minutes left of work, thank god.

He mindlessly draws on his arm. He feels a slight tingle and looks down at the words forming on his arm.

'thanks for the sick stick figure.'

'yeah you're welcome, I'm an inspiring artist.'

A minute passes by before a response pops up, 'yeah I can tell, but what's up?'

The feeling of a conversation would start poured over Lance and he loved it. 'nothing much, I met a hot dude today. I was hoping that you were him.'

'yeah, I don't think so. doesn't that 'moment' happen when you meet your soulmate?'

'are you talking about that little buzz you get or whatever it is in the movies??'

'yeah?'

'i don't think that actually happens but alright.'

Theres another moment of silence.

'well alright then.'

Lance punches the counter lightly. "Why'd did they stop the conversation?? What the fuck??? We were actually talking???"

Lance angrily writes, 'we're not stoping the conversation right there.'

'wasn't much of a conversation.'

Lance lets out a gay gasp, 'you're a disgrace!! we were having a conversation that was soon to develop into more conversation.'

The answer appears at the top of his arm, 'yeah alright.'

Lance lifts up his leg and pulls up one of his pants legs. 'no no no no no no sir or ma'am, we are not doing that. i'm going to ask you a question and you better answer so we can continue our convo. what's your favorite cereal?'

A few moments of silence pass, 'wtf, who ask what kind of cereal someone likes??'

'umm, normal people.'

'whatever, but my favorite cereal is cheerios.'

'wtf how boring. mine is coco pebbles.'

'wow'

Lance almost writes a response but the timer on his phone rings and he jumps up and pulls his pants leg down. He quickly heads to the back of the shop and puts his stuff up in his locker and clocks out.

He throws on his jacket and walks to the store entrance and locks up. He speedwalks to his car and jumps in. He pulls out his phone and calls Hunk. It rings 3 times before Hunk picks up. "Hey dude, what's up?"

"Hey Hunk, umm how long do you have before your date with Shay tonight?"

"I got an hour? Why?"

Lance grumbles, "Can't a bro chill with his other bro?"

"Yeah dude but I have to leave in 30 minutes if I wanna make it to Shay's on time."

"I know, I know which only gives us 15 minutes to chill."

"Yeah I know it sucks but maybe next Friday we can chill?"

"Yeah but that's also the day that Pidge also comes over."

"So? What's the problem with Katie?"

"She's a bro but she isn't a bro. You know what I mean bro??"

Hunk sighs on the other end of the phone, "How about Wednesday? I know we have school but we can go hang out somewhere."

Lance lightens up a bit, "Alright alright, sounds good."

"Alright, bye Lance. Be safe."

Lance starts up his car, "Yeah, yeah. Have fun on your date Hunk."

Hunk hangs up and Lance throws his phone at the passenger seat. "Another boring weekend."

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alright, alright, I took a little break. I didn't deserve it, I know but I lack imagination and motivation haha. but welcome to the first update of the year!!
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