A/N: I actually think this was my first SBT fanfiction. I wrote it on a rainy Saturday and I thought it was funny but when I saw it in my Docs today, I just had to reboot it.
It was a cool, unusually dreary and rainy fall afternoon in Sherman Illinois. The day was Saturday and at that moment at 2:25pm, in the Lunis household, the 17 year old corporal was perched at the bottom of the stairs. One foot was on the last step and the other on the floor. His arms were crossed, and his eyes were focused. Even with the loud rain pelting down on the window, Lance's focus never strayed as he stared at the umbrella next to the door.
It was yellow with little pink flowers on it and a cursive IL written on it in sharpie.
He couldn't place it, but he knew there was something he had to do with that very umbrella, but he couldn't remember what it was. The rain pelted harder against the window pane, making a loud 'thumping' noise. Despite this, Lance just stared at the umbrella still, his eyes beginning to lower into slits almost as he tried to call back the forgotten memory of the what he was supposed to do. More thumps soon followed, but this time they weren't from the rain. Rather it had been a knock from the door.
"Ilana." Lance's eyes widened as he suddenly remembered what his task had been.
Walking over to the door slowly, he popped the lock opened and stepped back from the door. A moment later, the door clicked opened and an angry Ilana came walking in, tracking mud and water in with her cleats. her hair, which was normally worn up, was now plastered to her face and her soccer jersey and shorts were soaked and dripping a puddle of water onto the floor.
"Oh yeah I remember...Here Ilana, you forgot this when you went to soccer practice... I guess I forgot to bring it to you" Lance said softly, taking the object in hand and holding it out like it would do anything to dry the princess off.
Ilana took it by the handle, then swung it and gave him a hard whack in the arm with it.
"Lance! How could you forget it!? Ugh! I'm going to go change. Jerk!" She yelled angrily, clutching her umbrella and walking away, leaving Lance behind in the kitchen while he rubbed his arm.
Oddly enough, Lance found himself smiling softly at both the silly mistake and the overreaction from the angry princess. In his mind, he was already thinking of the much worse things that could have happened other than a little rain.
"You're welcome." He muttered sheepishly, going off to get a towel for both the princess and for the mud that she was tracking into the house.