Klance | Oneshots

I blame Mr. Angst | Detention AU

Hello Hello~

And welcome to this Au which I intend on making purely f l u f f

I love you all!

btw

the whole oneshot will be in Lance's pov so it'll be written in first person

:P

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I stand from across Keith, my hands on either side of his body as both of us breathe heavily.

I know what you must be thinking, what did they just do, fuck?

No, sorry to crush your dreams.

In fact why don't I tell you this story from the beginning?

So that you actually have a chance to digest all of the bullshit that I'm about to tell you.

Really, it's all Mr. Angst's fault.

I promise.

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I wake up with my alarm clock, as well as my dog who finds it necessary to bark at the same time every morning. "Abigail," I mumble tiredly, reaching for my vibrating phone while nudging my golden retriever with my foot. "Madre y padre son dormido!" I yell out angrily as if my dog can understand Spanish. It's times like this I wish I had a cat. You see, because according to studies, they can understand the human language, they're just too damn lazy to care.

Aka the definition of me.

I throw my blankets and pillows off of my slightly bare body, the only thing I'm wearing is a pair of boxers and pajama pants. I slowly stand from my bed, and as I begin to stretch from the terrible night of sleep, Abigail makes a run for the closed door. "It's six in the morning girl, there's no way in hell I'm letting you out so that you can wake everyone else in the house." I say while walking into my small cozy bathroom, closing the door behind me. However, that doesn't muffle Abigail's barking.

What a great way to start a morning.

I throw off my clothes, and step into the shower. And as I begin to quietly hum the first song that comes to mind, Abigail stays persistent. She stays persistent until I hear my bedroom door open, and then I hear the bathroom door open. I slowly poke my head out past the shower curtain, to see my father standing next to the toilet. He smiles, no- he smirks maliciously, and flushes the toilet water.

That's when the freezing cold water hits my back.

"Fuck- fuck- fuck- shit!" I yell loudly, racing away from the water.

Whenever you flushed a toilet in my house, if someone were taking a shower- the water would become freezing cold for a few seconds. Very fucking long seconds.

So another thing, that I can cross off of my list of how to make Lance McClain pissed.

My family really knew how to put me in a good mood.

I finish my shower in lightning speed, afraid that my mother would walk in next and do the same thing with the toilet. It sent shivers down my spine just thinking about it. I walk into my room with my towel wrapped round my waste, and the first thing I see is the clock hanging in my room, which says the exact opposite of what I want.