Chapter 21- Turn On

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Lance curled up on his bed in his dark, cold room. The house looked like shit but at least the heat should work, right? No of course not, the shitty house has no fucking heat. Damn that means summer is gonna suck. He closed his eyes and hoped that his body heat would warm up the blankets faster, that didn't happen.

He saw a figure walk by, it was dark so he panics.

"GAH!"

"WAH!" The figure screams. "Lance don't do that!"

"Sorry Sam, damn why is the whole upstairs so dark?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well the lights are off so every time I see you walk by I'm like "Satan?"." Lance said to his brother. Sam rolls his eyes, though it was too dark for Lance to see. Also Lance was kind of blind at the moment.

"You wish it was Satan." Sam crawls back on his bunk. "God it's so fucking cold outside."

"Well it is December." Lance said. His eyes shot open. "Sam it's December!"

"Yeah I got that." Sam said.

"That means Christmas is soon!" Lance said happily. Sam pokes his head down and gave Lance a look.

"Lance we have no family here besides us. We'll probably hang out here in the morning, go to church and then do nothing for the rest of the day." Sam's words were harsh but true. Lance pouts at his brother and lays back down.

"Way to kill the mood."



Lance woke up the next day and walked downstairs to see everyone else awake. His mom was at the table eating while the others were doing whatever they wanted. He went to the kitchen and pulled out his medication. He popped a pill in his mouth and walked into the living room.

"Morning." He said to his mom.

"Morning Lance." Isabella waves. "Do you have a wishlist for Christmas?" She asks her son. Lance looks up and thought for a moment. "No I don't actually."

"Oh joy, I hate it when my kids have no ideas for Christmas." She looks back down at her food. Lance chuckles a bit.

"Mamá, it's okay. We don't need anything for Christmas, hell I'll probably ask for some more facial products." He said with a smile.

"Seriously?" She sighs. "My son liking skin products. More feminine than most women out there." Isabella continued to eat. Lance rolls his eyes.

"Whatever Mamá." Lance slaps Sam's head, signaling his brother to come up and get ready. The two got changed and grabbed their backpacks. They waved to their family and walked to the bus stop.

Sam and Lance were still on bad terms though the two knew they had to make up. Siblings don't stay mad at each other for long, especially in their home. Usually they make up within a week or so. For now they were salty towards each other, they'll make up in due time.



The two separated at school while Lance messed with his locker. He felt Pidge hop on his back like usual while Hunk and Keith followed soon after.

"I've come to realize I'm the last one here." Lance said. The other three looked at him.

"How did you figure that one out?" Pidge asks in a sassy tone.

"Don't make me drop you." Lance said as he organized his books. Lance noticed Hunk and Keith looking at their phones together. "What are you two doing?"

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