Painted Hearts- Klance AU (Discontinued)

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LoganIsRelatable you said for me to tag you so here you go.

The view of the island approached his vision as the ferry traveled across the cold New England waters. The gray clouds hung in the skies, but it didn't feel gloomy, but instead, welcoming. Lance looked away from the window and back at his phone. 3%. Shit. He thought. He shoved the gold iPhone back into his back pocket, and quickly looked around for an outlet. Just his luck, no chargers. "Shitty shit shit," he muttered under his breath, not caring that there was probably a tiny human nearby. Hopefully it stayed alive long enough for him to find his apartment. Thankfully, the island looked close now, maybe he could get home before his phone died.

The ferry made a loud horn-like noise as it stopped. "We've arrived at Arkaley. Please do not exit the ferry until it has completely stopped. Have a good day," a voice said over the intercoms, and like that, Lance slung the blue duffel bag holding all of his stuff over his shoulder and dashed down to the door.

He stepped off the ferry, and as his foot hit the wooden dock, the cool air hit his face instantly. Cold, that'll be new. Especially compared to the climate back in Cuba. Luckily for him, it's summer, so it couldn't be that bad now. He kept heading forward into his new town, Arkaley.

Just by walking along the streets it was easy to tell Arkaley is an artist's city. People on the streets sold paintings, sculptures, sketches, almost anything you could craft. Music played from people along the streets. The short brick buildings were all crafted beautifully, with all sorts of architectural features, including tons of flower boxes where miniature gardens grew. Fairy lights dangled from the streetlights, causing a slightly enchanting atmosphere. In the alleyways, graffiti, well, really calling it graffiti would be wrong, murals adorned the brick walls, paintings of people and skies and all sorts of things.

He checked his phone again, which has dropped to one percent. Fuuuuuck. His apartment was, according to the map on his phone, across the town. Great. Once again, Lance was having terrible luck today.

As if the world was only making it worse, a raindrop fell on his head, followed by another one, and a few more. Lance kept walking along, a bit quicker now. Makin' my way downtown, walkin' fast, he thought to himself, and smirked. People were starting to open up umbrellas, all different colors and sizes. Some of them looked oddly at him, like 'What is this loser doing without an umbrella?'.

He took his phone out to call an Uber, but, as the world truly was against him, his phone had died. Lance stopped walking when the screen turned black, and took a moment to bury his face in his hands. "Why me," He muttered, and dramatically looked up to the sky, "Why."

He picked up the pace, trying to remember where his apartment was, trying to imagine a map of the city. After five to ten minutes of running around frantically, he gave up on that idea. I should just go find a charger or something. Lance glanced around for someone to ask for a charger. Most people took their stuff indoors by now. He kept walking along, trying to find someone.

He saw what looked like a guy chilling in an empty bus stop, sketching something on a sketchpad. He could only see the side of whoever it was. Lance made his way over to the bus stop, incredibly relieved.

He walked into the bus stop, one of those fancy ones that's almost like a room. Leaning on the doorframe, Lance smiled and asked, "Hey, can I borrow your phone or a charger or something?" He looked up, confused, and pulled a pair of earbuds out. He's cute. Lance thought. Tall, muscular, had a scar across his nose which looked pretty cool, to be honest. A small tuft of probably dyed white hair sat nicely on the top of his forehead. Shut up, brain. Not right now. But, of course, that small piece of common sense was lost.