Stone Cold

F o u r

Lance woke up with a small groan as he noticed he was in a bed that wasn't his or in his budget. He stayed there on the bed laying down as he felt so warm and comfy as it was black sheets with royal like gold pattern comforter with black pillows. He groaned again sitting up and realized he wasn't even close to something that related to his own home. The stranger in bed with him might be a give away someone got to go home with last night.

He grabbed his phone quickly and checked the time.

3:01 a.m.

Perfect. He would be able to crash on the couch at least in the morning and make sure the kids actually get out of bed.

Lance stood up stretched as he grabbed his clothes to throw back on, while checking the place out. Didn't the guy own the club he went too? Defiantly showed he was wealthy. He saw on the night stand was a gold watch that was thrown off. Lance picked it up to admire of something that must've cost over a grand.

He pulled up his jeans and stuck the watch in his pocket.

Lance didn't feel much for stealing anymore, no more guilty feelings since he's done it so much, it was more of Robin Hood, taking from the rich to feed the poor. In this case, his family.

Lance looked around to see if he could find one more thing to go pawn for money and sighed buttoning up his shirt seeing no such luck. Oh well, he was holding 4K in his back pocket anyways.

With that lance grabbed his wallet and phone, along with his shoes as he left the house quietly. Not noticing his fake ID falling out.

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Lance walked through the door of his home where he saw pizza boxes on the coffee table with empty soda and beer cans. He saw it was only 3:56 a.m. now and sighed picking up the garbage around the house and threw it in the kitchen garbage. He cleaned up the counters with a rag to clean off the sticky parts but grunted when his foot hit a body.

He looked down seeing John snoring on the kitchen floor once again.

"I'm going to start charging you an hour," lance sighed walking away from his father as flopped on the couch tiredly as he could tell he's only had two hours of sleep.

"This hang over is going to kill me before the debt does," lance mumbled into the couch as he soon passed out from exhaustion.

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"Lance is going to beat your ass!"

The teenager gasped awake as the sun blinded him and a pounding headache as he sat up rubbing his eyes annoyed.

"Tienes que estar cagándome, ¿qué?!" Lance raises his voice looking up and over at the kitchen across the room seeing Chloe on the counter holding up the fruit loops higher as she was crawling up on a cabinet to escape as Dani was trying to get her.

"Chloe's being a brat!" Dani defended as milo was pouring orange juice into the blender with toast and jelly with cinnamon.

"Well your being a puta!" Chloe cried back.

"Don't call me bitch!" Dani gasped.

"Hey!"

Suddenly milo pressed the button to start the blender loudly as he watched it turn into a liquid.

"Bone apple tits," milo chuckled pouring it into a jaw, screwing the lid on and threw it into his backpack walking away.

"Are you kidding me you two?" Lance walked over picking Chloe up and placed her on his hip as Dani stuck her tongue out.

"She started it hiding the cereal!"

"You sold my hello kitty shirt!"

"Daniella Benita, Chloe Rosetta McClain!"

Silence...

"Look I'm so tired right now... I really dont have much time before my shift in five hours, it's 7 in the morning," lance inhaled deeply as he set the five year old down as the girls looked at him.

"Stop fighting, or I'm sending you to go work for hunk," he warned walking up the stairs to his room as the girls stayed silent but glared st each other.

"Puta," Chloe walked outside as Dani's jaw dropped.

"Get back here and take it back," she hissed but  looked back seeing lance glaring from the stairs. She groaned and went to the living room instead as he nodded finally going to a bed.

Lance crawled into his bed with a small pathetic whimper of relief in his own home again. He pulled the watch from his pocket and remembered the one nighter with the stranger, he didn't remember his name but he was hot was all lance could recall. But he seemed like a pimp or a douche.

Who saved him basically.

And stole his wallet...

Lance buried his face in the pillow as he curled up a little pulling his blanket higher and soon fell asleep trying to get rid as much of the hang over as he could. It was to early.