Who's the fucker that likes this song? (Chapter 1)

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*Play the song above when instructed too*

~Lance P.O.V~

I watched as yet another autumn leaf fluttered to the grass below, disappearing from my eyesight about halfway through. Autumn has to be my all-time favorite season, everything about it is pretty amazing. The cold but warm breeze that hits you when you exit a building. Hot chocolate at night while you wrap a blanket around yourself.

Smiling in content I lean back against the wall, pulling my feet up so my entire body was resting on my bay window. It's been pretty peaceful this morning. Everyone else had left while I was sleeping, going to run some errands for the Thanksgiving party Mama was throwing in a month.

Man a guy could get used to this. No loud noises, nobody yelling, just simple peace and quiet-

"Mijo we're home!"

I groan in annoyance, so much for peace and quiet. Soon enough loud buzzing from downstairs fills the houses thin walls, pinching the bridge of my nose mutter under my breath. Trying to concentrate on drowning them out, luckily my soulmate, whoever they are, started singing. Now all I could focus on is the tune playing in my head, the words began flowing out on their own.

*Play song*

Remember when we all got drunk?

I ended up with two broke thumbs

Oh my god, I felt so dumb

Lucky me

I wrote a song and no one knows

I played a show and no one showed

Oh my god, I felt so alone

Lucky me

When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell

What you gonna do, who you gonna tell?

Maybe a (Hundred bad days made a hundred good stories)

(A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties)

A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories made me interesting at parties, yeah

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more

Remember when she broke my heart?

Waiting for the waiter to return my card

Right as I let down my guard

Lucky me

We had to work a bit more hard 

Only just to get a little bit less far

We could laugh about it all tomorrow

Couldn't we?

When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell

What you gonna do, who you gonna tell?Maybe a (Hundred bad days made a hundred good stories)

(A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties)

A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories made me interesting at parties, yeah

No, I ain't scared of you

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