Lance woke up on his mattress, with his phone buzzing next to him on the bed frame made of wooden palates. He picked up his phone next to him, trying to read the words, which were still blurry due to Lance not being fully awake yet. Why are they texting so early in the morning? It's like 10:30.
He opened the group chat that he must've been invited to overnight. He opened the tab and looked through the list of dumb contact names he had given everyone:
Pidgeon: 'Merica Day™ party still on?
(555)-0104: Yes, the party's still on Pidge. I'm excited to see all of you! Lance didn't recognize whoever's number that was. It must have been someone he didn't know, or he would have made them a contact
Pidgeon sent 1 video. Lance laughed at the gif that they sent.
razzledazzle: yeet am i coming?
(555)-1014: Who is 5526-2325?
Lance had forgotten that he still had a Cuban phone number. He keeps thinking to change it, but never got around to it. It does remind him of home, though. Sometimes it's a bad thing, sometimes it's a good thing.
razzledazzle: the names lance
(555)-1014: Oh, so Pidge's and Hunk's new friend?
razzledazzle: yep
(555)-1014: Sure, you can come! Bring some sort of food for the party!
razzledazzle: fuck yea
razzledazzle: but who r u
razzledazzle: i dont have ur contact
(555)-1014: Allura.
Lonce: okie ill do that. Lance shut off his phone, letting it flop down on his bed. It was a rainy day as usual, but that never seemed to stop the people here in Arkaley. All the rain reminded him of Cuba, which on some days, were nice memories to have.
His stomach growled. For some reason I really want some cake, he thought.
He got up out of bed, throwing the blanket to the side, and grabbed a bowl of cereal. A half-finished painting was strewn on the floor over a tarp, a project he started last night at twelve in the morning but must've never finished. It was odd, he had absolutely no memory of painting it. He vaguely remembered getting the supplies and pouring the paint, but the painting itself seemingly was made by magic.
He observed it. It was in mostly tones of blue and yellow, and it was a familiar house. A tree house he and his youngest older sister had always played in sat on a large tree, and he could almost smell the rain on a humid afternoon. Cuba was a nice place to live when he was there. If only he didn't have to leave.
Okie dokie, begone, foul demon, Lance told his depressing thoughts, and headed back over to the kitchen to grab some milk.
As he was eating cereal, he kept glancing at the painting, a sad smile each time he saw it. Maybe later he'll finish it. He dumped his empty cereal bowl in the sink, grabbed his wallet, and went out searching for some food to bring to the party.
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There was a large sheltered area with Fourth of July decorations everywhere, red, white, and blue Christmas lights danging from the roof. People sat talking, and there was someone in the back barbecuing. Lance closed his umbrella and put it inside of a bucket labeled Umbrellas.
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Painted Hearts- Klance AU (Discontinued)
Fanfiction"What idiot would go outside without an umbrella, here, in Arkaley?" "Well, in my defense, I'm new here, and didn't know it rained more here than in freaking Seattle." Arkaley is a small town off the coast of New England, famed for nothing else but...
