moon cycle {klance}

three

the bright sunlight sneaked into lance's room, hitting his warm tan skin giving it a shine. he rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms. "fuck you, morning." he said sticking up both middle fingers at the slightly open window. he rolled out of bed, slamming on the floor. he let out a heavy groan and got up onto his feet.

he walked to his dresser and put on a blue tee and blue jeans. he paired it with his army green jacket that he's had since freshman year. he ran out into the kitchen to see, no one.

"umm," he saw a note on the kitchen table, "oh." his mother left a note saying she wouldn't be back until nine. "she usually leaves for work at eight." he raised an eyebrow and looked at the time on the oven.

his eyes grew wide and his mouth made an "o" shape. "oh fuck." he quickly grabbed his stuff shoving it in his bag, not giving a shit. he picked up his shoes and bolted out of the door.

lance is always late for school.
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it was ten minutes into first period and lance was at his locker. he grabbed his binder and locked his locker door. he walked at a steady pace already accepting the fact he's late. it's pretty normal for him to be since it's the second day and he's already sick and tired of school.

he heard something, or someone, fall down the hallway. he thought it was a binder until he heard loud talking. well, yelling pretty much. he ran up and saw some boy and the boy from yesterday. what was his name again? oh that's right, keith.

"what's going on?" he asked looking at the boy on the ground. keith was standing there with his fists clenched. "nothing." the boy on the ground scoffed, getting up and walking away.

"okay then," lance sighed, "what did you do?" he looked at keith, and he saw how angry he was. "hey dude, what's the matter? did you punch him?" keith suddenly snapped back into reality and stared lance right in the eyes.

"didn't i tell you i could fight my own battles, and to stay away from me?!" he crossed his arms and looked away. "actually, yesterday you agreed to be friends." "actually i agreed to be acquaintances." this earned a pout from lance. "well we could try being friends. i could use a friend who punches like a beast." lance laughed, but keith didn't. keith looked genuinely upset. this alarmed lance. "oh, you okay?" he looked at the boy. "i'm fine. i don't need friends okay? leave me alone."

keith walked away, leaving lance is the empty hallway. lance didn't know if he was hurt by the fact his friendship got rejected, or the fact that keith is upset. lance has always been someone to care about everyone, no matter who they are.

once in sixth grade, some kid slapped lance in the face. he was mean to lance, but no one else. lance didn't ever get loud with him, or even hit him back. he always smiled and just said sorry for something he didn't do. one day he saw the boy crying in the hall and sat with him. he gave the boy advice and offered half his cookie. sure enough, the boy was nice to him after that.

lance has always been a sweet boy. he's only raised his voice at other people about three times in his life. once in kindergarten when someone snapped his blue crayon, once when someone stole his garlic knots, and once when he saw the boys picking on keith.

was lance mad at keith? no. was he hurt? a bit. he wanted to be friends. he's barely seen keith around and when he does, keith's always alone. never has he ever talked to someone other than a teacher.

lance left him alone. he would talk to him after school, well, attempt to. knowing keith, the conversation would only last approximately thirty seconds before he gets riled up.

keith sighed and looked at the clock realizing he's been standing there for ten more minutes. "looks like i have detention." he ran up the stairs to his classroom.

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surely enough, lance got detention. on the second day of school. lance was a good behaving kid, not a very good student. his average was 60% in everything but english. that was the only class he was good at, and actually enjoyed. i mean, he enjoyed phys ed too, but not enough to use the techniques on his spare time.

lance actually writes. he writes stories about fictional characters he makes up in his head. sometimes he'll write a scenario about something he wished happened to him, and make a full blown story about it. one time, he actually spent 48 hours writing without sleep. but it's okay because he loves writing.

he uses writing to write songs too. so far he's only written two. one for his mom's birthday, and one for him. his mom is the only one who has heard his singing before. he only writes songs about things he truly cares about, and that he loves.

although lance wouldn't admit it, he has a great talent of writing and singing. but he doesn't dare share that with anyone.

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lance walked into the detention room, and handed the teacher the slip. he sat down at a desk and started fiddling with his pencil. there were only about three other students in there. he only recognized the one from earlier when he ran into keith. oh yeah, keith!

-hey guys so i haven't updated in over a month and i'm sorry! i have so many ideas for this book and i'm trying to do fill in chapters to get there. also just saying it won't be too much of a slow burn. things will probably pick up fast, but not too fast. ok, have a nice day/night/afternoon! bye!

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