Try Me | klance

《16》

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Lance let out a long sigh as he closed the door behind him.

If Lance was being honest, he really didn't think much would come from all this. They weren't musicians. They weren't talented at music. That's why Pidge and Lance had quit band after sophomore year. Hunk didn't like Having to play anything that wasn't the drums. And Keith playing the guitar...

Lance blushed. Haaa...

"¿Lance? ¿Estás ahí? (Are you there?)" He heard his mother's voice, and groaned silently, throwing his head back against the door.

"¿Mande? (Yes?)" Lance says in a calm voice, betraying what he felt inside.

He just wanted to lock himself up in his room and watch YouTube videos. Maybe finish his homework. He still needed to do some service hours, but he's always so tired after his shifts...

"Oye, voy a salir con unas amigas, pero me cancelaron la tarjeta de crédito. ¿Me prestas un poco de dinero? (Hey, I'm gonna be going out with some friends, but they [the bank] cancelled my credit card. Can you lend me some money?)" Lance's mother says, while attaching an earring to her earlobe. She was dressed up as if going to some club; lips red, short dress, and callous feet in black heels.

Internally, Lance screamed in annoyance but instead gave his mom a small sympathetic smile and nodded. He knew better than to refuse. And he was already too used to his mom dressing for clubs to even try to question her. His dad couldn't give a fuck either.

He went back to his room, reached for the top shelf of his closet, and grasped his good ol' shoebox.

    It didn't look like anything special, but it gave Lance nostalgia.

     He guesses it's kinda bad to long for days that are never going to come back- but a boy can dream.

    His dad had given him this box on his fourteenth birthday. Of course, Lance being a shallow idiot and not knowing they had financial issues, he had thought that the box would contain a pair of shoes. Instead, it held a pair of socks, some candy, and a card. Lance had pretended to like his gifts, just for the sake of his dad. His dad had then smiled, took a drag from his cigarette, and ruffled his hair.

       That was the last thing his dad ever gifted to him.

    Lance sighed, searching through his shoebox for his savings. He found the ever-growing wad of cash and took out thirty bucks. Yeah, it wasn't much for a club but like hell Lance was gonna waste more money on alcohol he wasn't even drinking.

     As he trudged to his mom's room, he took out his phone and texted the group chat of them (Hunk, Pidge, Keith and him) four.

ur gay ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

wait so when is the competition???

pidgeon: June 15th

mullet head: that's so far away...

moonboy: gives us lots of time to prepare!

ughhh,, what if I can't play the bass
and sing at the same time??? ::
:/

pidgeon: for fucks sake you'll be fine, Shiro said the bass was easy to learn

moonboy: wait so who's writing the actual lyrics????

pidgeon: ...