Klance Oneshots {I am bored give me ideas}

The Mystery of My Author~Part 1

Lances P.O.V.

Lance couldn't wait as he rushed through the aisles. He finally got there. I aisle was packed. He squeeze through the hordes of people. He saw the book copies are almost gone, and then he grabbed one.

 "Whew" he thought to himself. He had gotten a copy. He walked to the cash register. He bought his book and walked out. The book was called "My Secret Life" and it was the third book in it's series. Its title was Running. He couldn't wait to read what the author had written to continue this story. The authors name was Keith Kogane, he was a well renowned author nobody knew much about. But that did not stop lance from looking up to him and the way he could entrance his audience of readers. 

Lance had many times tried to write the same way, but according to his friend Pidge he wasn't anywhere close to as good as Keith. Despite that he kept writing. Lance seriously loved Keith's stories because he could relate to a lot of the characters in the books. Lance was cuban and had grown up in America, he was also bi. The main character in "My Secret Life" was gay so he could relate very emotionally to this character. Lance had gotten home and said hello to his many siblings before he went to his room to start reading his new book. He sat on the bed and open the cover and read the dedication "To my amazing brother." Now the world knew the famous author had a brother. Lance started the first chapter.

Keith's P.O.V.

Keith parked his bike in the garage, he walked into the apartment. He took the elevator to floor 3 and walked to apartment 316. He unlocked the door and walked in. His husky Cosmo barked happily as Keith closed the door behind him.

"Hey Cosmo are you hungry?" Keith asked. Cosmo barked and wagged his tail in reply. "OK buddy" Keith said as he walked over to the cabinet. He opened the cabinet and got out Cosmo's food. He poured some into Cosmos's bowl and put the dog food away. after a bit he decided to work on some ideas for the fourth book in his series "My Secret Life" His first draft failed because it didn't interest him enough, he wasn't compelled to write with his current story board. He sat at his desk. Nothing came to him. He sighed. Cosmo walked over and put his head on Keith's lap. "Hey Cosmo you think I should take a break don't you". Keith got out of his chair, he needed some ideas and he wasn't going to get ant by sitting around at home. he grabbed his keys and left.

He locked his door and headed downstairs to the garage. He got on his motorcycle and turned the key. He revved is motor and drove out of the garage into the city. He drove to his favorite cafe The Castle of Lions. He parked in the parking lot and walked inside. He ordered a black coffee with whip cream and sprinkles (like his soul). He grabbed his coffee and sat down at a table. He sipped his coffee and looked around the cafe. Then something caught his eye. A boy about his age writing, no textbook, no computer, just writing.

Lances P.O.V.

Lance read up to the third chapter. He bookmarked the page and set the book down on his dresser, and grabbed his notebook and pencil. Right now Lance felt like writing. He walked out the door and down the street to his favorite cafe, the castle of Lions. He walked into the cafe and was greeted by the owner, who he knew quite well. "Hi Lance" said the owner.

"Hey Allura" Lance replied.

"Your regular I presume" she said.

"Yes please" he smiled as he sat down at his favorite corner table. He waved to the cook Shiro and the manager Coran before he started writing. More people started to arrive because it tended to be one of the busiest hours. Lance did not let that bother him and he kept writing. His Carmelito came and he sipped it. He set down the mug thinking about whether or not he should make his main character jump off the cliff or not. He decided yes he was going to make the main character jump off the cliff. Lance kept writing. He jumped a little when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked up to see a young man about his age with a violet eyes, and black hair in a mullet. He was wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket. It startled Lance when he spoke. "Hey if it's not too rude to ask, what are you writing?" He asked, his face full of wonder. Lance paused to clear his mind and think of a response. "A story" he decided. 

That's the end of this first chapter I hope you enjoyed!!! Have a lovely day you good people!

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