[untitled] ➵ klance (rewriting)

[9]

Trying to write two stories, keep up with grades, finish a couple of series, read, and make sure my dad doesn't start to hate me again... it takes a lot outta me man.

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[Lance]
Lance was able to ignore the blaring alarm clock for a good while but finally caved in. He smashed his hand against the hard plastic of his Lego Batman alarm clock. The curls on his head pushed in all direction. The brunette looked across to the closet mirror, squinting his eyes. "What a hot mess." He faced away from the mirror and chuckled to himself. His eyes fluttered shut.

Sundays were always the boring part of the week. When he was younger, he would cry to his mother not to drag him to church, to not make him dress 'fancy.' He remembered dreading having to keep shut for 2 whole hours; it was a task that he never actually completed. God, what he would do to go back to those tines.

Before Lance could go spiraling down that hole, he got up. His feet touched the soft blue fur of his slippers and he yawned. He pushed off the bed and headed towards the bathroom.

The lanky male stepped into the bathroom and stripped off his bed clothes. He opened the shower curtains and pulled the shower handle to the middle. The shower started up and he mindlessly stepped into it.

☪️

His fingers glide against the guitar strings. The strings hum a soft tune and Lance hums lyrics to go along with it. The chair he sits in, creaks and squeaks as his leg bounces up and down. Lance doesn't pay attention to the busy talking of other customers or the beats of drums being played or to the strums of basses and other instruments. He found his perfect guitar.

His eyes trained to the cobalt blue of the guitar, the powder blue of the swirls and lining. The grin on his face grew larger, a laugh almost bubbling in his throat.

Lance bounces up out of the chair and walks over to the near by check-out. He waited as the cashier typed in some numbers and watched as the price rung up. "That'll be $98.34."

His hand reaches for his wallet and pulls out the cash. The cashier takes it and the brunette takes his brand new guitar. He grumbles as he reaches his car, "This was totally an impulse buy."

He had the urge to almost smack himself but he doesn't. Baby blues look at the new guitar. "Maybe I can get some money out of you."

Lance contemplates on were to go. His hands grip the steering wheel, his right foot bounces up and down. He thinks about how little food is in the fridge. "Wal-mart it is."

☪️

The 1970 pulled into next to a yellow convertable. Lance pulls out a pen and thinks about what he needs. He writes them down on his arm as he goes along. After naming off milk, eggs, flour, butter, and tea, he finally steps out of the car. He locks it up and walks to the automatic doors. The ginger he has grown to know squints his eyes at him. "I'm not doing anything today, I just need groceries dude."

The man's mustache raises as he puts on a grim smile, "Sure."

Lance ignores him and grabs a buggy. He glances down at his arm and heads towards the drink aisle. The buggy groans as he walks towards his destination. He feels a pull to his left, ocean eyes go wide. He turns to his left and pushes his buggy towards the pull.

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part 10 is coming out either later today or tomorrow
;)
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