Langst oneshots? Probably.

Story time with Lance McClain.

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A hooded figure darts through the night, shadows following on his tail. He runs from rooftop to rooftop, building to building.

Until he reaches his spot. Boring gray stairs with bright yellow rails. It was dark and the moon reflected what light it could, causing the rails to look magical and mystical.

It was the figures favorite story time spot. It was where he could tell stories of wizards and mages, of light and dark. Of anything his heart so desired.

But today he had a different story. A real one. One about a young boy called Lance McClain.

So, as adults and kids alike gathered around him, he got ready. First, he cleared his throat. Then he clapped his hands to alert the crowd that he was ready.

They stopped talking as soon as they heard the first clap. They turned their attention to the figure and waited for the story.

"This is a true story," says the good figure. Gasps were heard in the crowd.

"A true story?"

"It couldn't be a true story?"

"This figures never told us any true stories before!"

Whispers broke out among the masses. The hooded figure cleared his throat again and it went silent, again.

"Let me start," his voice boomed. "This is the story about a boy named Lance McClain. He was born in Cuba."

The hooded figure jumped down from the steps and walked through the crowd, recalling the boy's life.

"He had a normal family. A mom, a dad, a whole bunch of siblings. They all got along great! Until...

"Lance's mother died. She was the kindest person people have ever met. After that tragic event, Lance's dad fell apart. He didn't care for his family anymore, not now that his lovely wife was gone.

"Lance's dad neglected his own children, starving them with no food and taking everything from them. The only thing they had were themselves.

"So, Veronica, Lance's older sister, snagged some money from their father. She was hungry and tired, and so were all the other kids!"

The storyteller hops back up the stairs and is captivating his crowd with all the listeners.

"She stole the money and took all her siblings out of the house. They didn't plan on returning, no. They planned on running away!

"With the money they all had stolen, they rushed around Cuba until they found a place their dad wouldn't find them.

"Years and years of working and keeping the kids in the group alive and healthy, Veronica had enough to leave Cuba.

"Veronica took the kids to the US. It was calling Veronica as she had heard so many stories about it!

"Veronica took her siblings and traveled over to America. They all moved to Florida, where they would soon meet friends and people who seemed like family to them."

The story teller waves his hand around and, under his hood, he smiled.

"Veronica found a job and sent the kids to school. Some of her siblings were smarter than the average child, others weren't so smart.

"Veronica helped with what she could and stayed out of what she couldn't. Her siblings and her grew a close bond. The closest bond you could ever imagine. There were no secrets between them all!

"When Lance went to high school, he noticed something. All the girls seemed like side conversation, they all seemed like a story for another time.

"But the boys, oh, the boys were so cute! Lance talked to them a lot. Lance made them laugh and then marveled at their smiles. Lance loved making others laugh. Especially boys."

The hooded figure pulls his hood out enough to show his pearly whites before covering his face up once again.

"One boy came up to Lance and called him dumb. Lance didn't know why, but Lance didn't care. Dumb wasn't that bad.

"Another boy came up to him and called his stupid. And the name calling started. Worthless, greedy, stupid, disgusting.

"It went on and on until Lance couldn't take it anymore. He heard a name and pummeled the boy to the ground. It happened in the bathroom, though. And whoever called him the name fled quickly.

"Dazzling dark blue eyes stared back at him. They were confused and angry. But Lance was more angry.

"Lance pounded his chest and yelled, 'stop calling me names! Stop, stop, stop!'. Lance continued to hit until he was crying and tired.

"Lance slid off the boy and onto the ground. The boy stared at Lance, bewildered. Lance was weeping and when the boy reached out his hand, Lance shriveled back.

"This went on for a while. The boy tired to touch Lance and Lance would just move away. The boy was tired of this little game and pulled Lance into his arms.

"He held Lance tightly, not letting him go. He whispered sweet nothings into Lance's ear and hoped Lance would calm down.

"Lance, thankfully, did calm down after a while. He sniffed and wiped his tears away. Lance didn't look up at the boy, he just stood up and whispered, 'thank you.'.

"And that was that, Lance had thought. They would go their separate ways and never talk again. Oh, how wrong Lance was.

"Everyday, during lunch, the boy would come up to Lance and ask if he was okay. Lance didn't respond, only ignored him.

"But it happened again and again, everyday. Something was bound to go wrong. Lunch time, Lance was eating silently when the boy sat across from him.

"'You okay,' asked the boy. Lance didn't respond. Lance was close to tears as it was. Lance was scared for his home and family, and Lance was trying to go cry because kids were especially cruel today.

"They called him fat, ugly, disgusting. They said no one would ever date him. But Lance would never tell anyone this. Not even the boy who sat across from his everyday at lunch.

"A kid passed and spilled his milk all over Lance. Lance felt so broken, so beaten down. Like no one was there for him.

"Lance stood and he ran to the third nearest bathroom. Kids would be in the first and second, but not the third during lunchtime.

"Lance stood at the sink, staring at the mirror. He thought about how worthless he was, how everything everyone said must've been true.

"Lance didn't even know how it started. That's what Lance wanted most of all, an answer. Well, it's what Lance wanted before. Now he just wants it to stop.

"Lance pulls out his phone and hit the calls button. 'Lance,' Veronica's voice fills the air. 'What's wrong,' she asks.

"Lance takes a breath and says, 'are you okay?'. He doesn't know why he asked but he needs to know.

"'Still fighting for custody,' Veronica replied. 'They're doing a drug test on him right now. Hopefully he doesn't pass.'

"'Hopefully,' Lance responds. 'I'm guessing you can't pick me up right now?'. 'No, I can't,' Veronica replies. 'Okay.' Lance hangs up.

"He's sad and feels dejected. All this time with his sister and siblings and he might have to give it up.

"'So he speaks,' says the boy who walked into the bathroom after Lance. 'He speaks and his sister is fighting for custody over him.'

"Lance didn't know his phone was so loud. But he guesses that he should turn it down next time he calls someone.

"Lance doesn't know how to respond so he turns around and says, 'you know, after all this time of you going up to me, you've never told me your name.'

"'My name is Keith,' says the boy. Says Keith. 'Then I'm Lance,' said Lance. 'I know,' the boy says.

"It started a friendship, a relationship, and then a happy marriage. The dad lost custody and they all live happily ever after.

"How do I know all this? Well, I'm—."