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Credit for the song I use goes to the amazing Bryan Adams; I love this song so I wanted to put it in.
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Lance groaned as he woke up. He hated mornings. Finn wasn't in his bed. Lance dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the main area. When he came through the dorm entrance he looked at the sofas, where he saw Kitty and Finn.
Kitty was seated near the arm of the chair, her elbows rested on the back of the sofa and her arms and hands hung freely.
Finn was sitting an arms width away from her, his arms were spread out along the back of the sofa and his hand was gripped onto Kitty's and his thumb was stroking the back of her hand gently.
The sight made Lance feel nauseas. The two had obviously not noticed him there. He walked into the kitchen making himself a bowl of cereal and listened to their conversation.
"I didn't mean to hurt you Kit Kat. I just got carried away. I was so worried about you when you fell but I thought that you just needed space." Finn said gently to her.
"Yeah right." Lance muttered under his breath.
"You're not mad at me are you Kit Kat? Are you mad at Huckleberry Finn?" Lance rolled his eyes. Finn was talking to her like she was five years old.
He couldn't stand anymore of this. Lance walked in with his bowl of cereal and stood in front of both of them.
"Move over a little Huckleberry." Lance said, forcing himself between the two of them and sitting so squashed up that Finn was forced to move away. Kitty giggled quietly and Lance grinned. Then he turned to her and gently moved her fringe out of the way to observe her head injury.
"Swellings gone down." He stated. "I thought you were gonna' come up with one heck of a bruise there."
"You guessed right." Kitty smiled, pushing his hand away and putting her fringe back to its original position. "You don't want to know how much foundation I used to hide it."
"Alvers! Do you mind? We were trying to talk!" Finn said rudely.
Lance turned to him and gave a cocky grin, his face was turned directly away from Kitty so she couldn't see the mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Sorry, I was just checking how she was. I was real worried about her yesterday." He said.
"Well she's fine, now will you go play in traffic or something and let us talk?" Finn hissed back.
"Finn!" Kitty scolded him.
"Na, don't worry Kitty." Lance said standing up and walking over to the door. He picked up one of five surfboards that were standing by the window next to the door.
"I'm going for a surf." He said, smiling and then disappeared out of the door.
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He lay on his board while in the water and looked up at the clouds.
This was one place where he could really relax. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a huge wave in the making. He stood up and braced himself. Tackling the wave with such skill.
He decided to go back after a few hours. He was getting pretty cold and the waves were dying down anyway.
He walked in to find only Janey and Em sitting in the main area. Doing each others hair. He didn't really care much to talk to them so he walked straight for his room.
He grabbed the handle and pushed the door. It opened to show Kitty sitting on Finn's bed, Finn was wrapped around her. Lance's eyes opened wide. They were KISSING!
Lance just closed the door slowly and continued to walk into the room. That smacking, slurp sound he heard as they broke apart went through his head like nails being drawn down a blackboard.
"Didn't you notice the do not disturb sign Alvers?" Finn spat at him.
"Well this is my room too buttwipe!" Lance hissed back at him. Not making eye contact with either of them. He just went to his wardrobe and acted like he was looking for something inside it.
Sun cream! That was good enough, he picked that up and went to march out of the room.
"Lance!" He heard Kitty say, he turned to look at her. She said nothing, her face showed feelings of embarrassment and hurt. She met eyes with him, and then looked away. Angry with herself.
Lance just walked out silently. He stood outside the door, leaning against the wall. He tugged ferociously at his hair and tried to hold in his scream of rage.
"What a loser!" He heard Finn say.
"You don't have to be so mean to him Finn!" Kitty whispered.
Lance peaked through the crack in the door. Kitty was sat huddled into a ball shape and Finn was behind her, cradling her in his arms.
"Forget about him babe! He's a freak." Finn told her, kissing softly at her neck and shoulders.
That was enough for Lance to hear. He stormed out, ignoring the remarks of Janey and Em.
"Hey what's up with you?"
"He so needs counseling!"
In the water, once again, he lay on his back on the board. His hands covered over his face as he tried to beat the tears of sadness and jealously which were flowing so freely.
He gazed up at the clouds again. He saw one which was the shape of a heart, he lay gazing at it, as if it had some sort of hope for him. It pulled apart to form two separate shapes. He sighed.
He stood up, steadying himself on the board. Then he clenched his fists and rolled back his eyes. The ground shook and the water rippled. A huge tidal wave formed and Lance rode it. He formed many, taking out his hurt and stress on the waves.
He didn't talk to anybody when he got back. He stayed away from Kitty and blanked out any of Finn's smart remarks.
The last thing he heard when lying in his bed was Finn whispering to him
"Like I said Alvers, I always get what I want!"
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The next morning, Lance woke up lying on his stomach with his head on the pillow facing the wall. He rolled over and glanced at his watch, 8:00am. He looked over at Finn's bed; he must have already gotten up.
He decided to get up.
After getting dressed, he went into the main area, it was empty. Lance just guessed that they'd all gone out and left him. He wouldn't be surprised. Not that it bothered him. He needed some alone time.
Pouring himself some cocoa, he walked out of the kitchen, running his finger down the wooden cabinet of the piano. Setting his cocoa aside, he sat on the stool which was in front of it and lifted the edge, gazing at the keys. He played an A, it was a little out of tune, but not to bad.
He played a few chords and played a tune which was in the back of his head. He remembered being able to play this years ago.
He sang the words slowly as he worked out the chords which he was supposed to play. Singing it with the same tune, but in his own way.
"Look…Into my eyes…You will see…What you mean…To me…" That was the tune, he remembered this. This was a song which he would play all of the time years ago.
"Search your Heart, Search your soul, And when you find me, you'll search, no more.
Don't tell me, it's not worth trying for, you can't tell me, it's not worth dying for, you know it's true, everything I do…I do it…for you."
He stopped suddenly and turned around when he heard somebody clapping behind him.
"Nice." Kitty smiled. She was stood leaning against the door leading to her dorm.
"Didn't know I had an audience." Lance replied quietly, turning back to the piano and playing some single keys.
"No, just me." Kitty smiled, walking over and standing next to him.
Lance didn't look at her, he just kept focused on the piano and the music he was making.
"Didn't know you played." Kitty said, trying to break the tension.
"Not for donkeys years, a kid taught me at the orphanage. She said I needed a hobby." He smiled, remembering the face of that older girl, whom tried so hard to make a nice person out of him. If she saw him now, the bad boy, outcast that he had become. What would she say?
Kitty giggled.
"You're a pretty good singer you know." She said casually.
"Na."
Kitty looked at him and sighed.
"You still mad at me aren't you?"
Lance looked at her looking confused. "Mad at you? Why would I be mad?"
Kitty just perched next to him on the stool, he moved over a bit more so that she could sit on.
"I told Finn to stop picking on you." She said, changing the subject.
Lance stayed quiet for a while and then a thought appeared in his head, something that he had to know.
"Are you and Finn a couple now?"
He watched Kitty out of the corner of his eye. She nodded slowly. He took a deep breath and sighed.
"I know you hate his guts Lance but…will you please just try and get along with him? For me?"
He rolled his eyes, it wasn't him that was the problem. He looked at her and gave a quick smile then turned his head back to the piano, frowning again.
Kitty smiled back.
"Thanks Lance, you're such a good friend." She said standing up and hugging him.
He gave a small whine with pain. She looked at him in curiosity, then lifted up his shirt to see his back was bright red.
"Ouch, sunburn!" Kitty said to him. "You wanna' put something on that."
She dissaperad and lance watched her walk away. She came back with a blue bottle.
"After sun lotion, it should stop you peeling." She smiled. "Come here, I'll help you put it on."
Lance shook his head. "No thanks, I don't need it."
Kitty just looked at him. "You do, come here!"
"Kitty! You are not going to put lotion on me!"
"Lance come on, it should soothe it a little."
"Kitty no." Lance laughed as she attempted to lift up his shirt to rub it on him. He stood up and moved out of the way.
""If I have to pin you down and do it then I will!" Kitty smiled, a cheeky grin on her face.
Lance looked back at her and mimicked her grin. He loved it when she did this.
"Lance, come on, sit down." Kitty said, sitting down on the sofa.
Lance rolled his eyes realizing that he wasn't going to win. He went and sat next to her then turned around for her.
She squirted some into her hand and then gently touched his back.
He shot back up again, facing her.
"It's cold!" He moaned.
"Lance! Stop being such a baby and get it over and done with."
She grabbed his arm and pulled his back down, ignoring his pleads for mercy.
"No, Kitty, trust me, I'm fine, it's not as bad as it looks, I can handle it, really."
She gently tugged off his shirt and forced him to lie on his front. Then she playfully sat on the small of his back. Gently massaging his sunburn with her fingertips.
Lance was so relaxed. He had to admit, Kitty was skilled with this. It didn't even hurt that much. He was actually sad when she'd finished.
She got off him and he sat up.
They sat there awkwardly. Kitty smiled at him shyly and he returned it.
"You've got some on your front." She pointed out, squirting some after sun about the size of a pea into her hand then rubbing it into his chest and stomach.
"What the hell is this?" Finn was standing at the front door, gobsmacked.