Almighty Johto Champion Lance wasn't all what he appeared to be. He was always thought of as a cool, strong, slightly arrogant guy. However, that was all completely false.
It was most apparent at the Indigo Plateau when no trainers were around. Lance tried to fit in with everyone else that worked there, but it never really worked out in his favor. When everyone had the newest state-of-the-art cell phones, Lance continues to be proud of his "radical" Razr. No one really liked Lance. He was always made fun of behind his back. Mostly by Will and Karen, but they have no self control. Lance was always oblivious to this secret taunting, though. He was kind of dippy, honestly. Though Will always seemed like a pretty nice guy upon first look, he was probably the biggest asshole towards Lance. He would constantly make snarky comments to the champion's face. Lance, however, just regarded all of Will's comments as tough love. Lance had a little thing for Will, but don't tell anyone.
There was always LAME ASS music blaring from Lance's room. He LOVED Kelly Clarkson. She was such an inspiration. He would always be singing at the top of his lungs. This would naturally piss off everyone else at the league since Lance was such a sucky singer. Will offered to give him voice lessons once but Lance being Lance, refused saying that his singing didn't need improvement. Yeah right.
There was this one time where Lance and Will were watching a movie together. It just so happened to be a horror movie. Lance hated horror movies but Will didn't care. He just wanted to be an ass. Anyway, they were sitting on the couch, just watching the movie, Lance with a bowl of popcorn on his lap. That bowl of popcorn didn't stay on Lance's lap for too long for when the screen went black and there was a scream, the popcorn bowl flew up in the air and Lance nearly ended up killing Will from the impact of his embrace. Will just glared down at Lance's head, which was buried in Will's chest. The champion was crying. There was never another movie night between those two, even though Lance wanted to watch a romantic comedy with Will a few times.
Lance was always stuck driving Clair to soccer practice. Their gramps couldn't drive and so she was stuck with her loser cousin. Let's take a moment to admire Lance's car. A black minivan. A Ford Windstar, to be specific. Being a suave young man, Lance knew a minivan was just his style. On the rear bumper lived Lance's bumper stickers. "I 3 my 3 Dragonites", one read as the other said "My Dragonite is smarter than your honor student." Both of these stickers were holographic and faded. So stylin'. We can't forget those white silhouette stickers that represent family members on the back windshield. A man representing Lance himself, and 3 Dragonites. Now I know, his car is great, but let's take some time to talk about the champion's driving skills. To put it quite frankly, Lance drove like an old lady. He would pull 45-50 mph in the left lane of the highway. Slow down Speed Racer. A lot of people would cut him off, leading to an overflow of rage.
"OH FIDDLESTICKS!" The champion would scream as Clair would just bury her face in her hands. Her face would stay in her hands for a very long time, especially when Lance would start playing Kelly Clarkson or the country radio station.
WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER
Oh Lance, you get us every time.