July 28, 2013

Somewhere in the US

Lance's Bedroom

11:15 am

Lance is sitting on the bed playing Super Mario Brothers on his Wii console while Hunk is pacing around his room mumbling like a psychopath. "Dude, sit down what the fuck are you doing?"

"Lance, don't curse that's bad"

He rolls his eyes, "Sure thing, mom. But seriously please sit down, you're making me nervous"

"But dude, today's the big day, you finally get to see your dad. That's amazing!" Lance pauses the game and scooches across his bed to where Hunk is standing. "Yeah, I know but there has to be a reason why my mama doesn't like him. And she likes everyone"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far. Have you tried asking her?"

"Not exactly, every time I bring it up she tells me to wait till I'm older, beCaUsE iTs a GrOwn uP tHiNg. Which is total bull crap, you know?"

Hunk scratches his head unsure of how to respond to Lance. He finally sits down next to him and looks around the room that's covered in posters of musicians, anime characters, and awards. He slaps his fist into his palm and points at Lance. "You know what you could do? When your dad gets here just try asking him. He owes you that much, right?"

"Hunk my man, that's genius. But what if he says some sort of dad thing like 'Ask your mom?'" Hunk throws his hands up in the air and falls backward on the bed, Lance does the same. He grabs Hunks hand. "I'm really scared buddy, what if he hates me? That's probably why mama doesn't like him. They aren't even married for god's sake. I'm just an accident that he didn't want to take care of." Lance confided in a whisper that was just loud enough to make out. Hunk squeezes Lance's hand and turns over on his left side so that he's facing Lance. "Don't say that; just because they weren't married doesn't mean that he hates you. No one could hate Lancey Lance"

Lance rolls over and looks at Hunk, "I love you man, you mean the world to me"

"Aweeee Lance, you mean the world to me too"

The boys jump when the door is suddenly opened but their hands are still clasped together. "Mijo, tu papá está aquí, Cuando estés lista, por favor baja escaleras." (Son, your dad is here, when you're ready please come downstairs) Ms. McClain looks at the boys clasped hands. "Y tu novio puede venir, jaja" (and your boyfriend can come too, haha) Lance lets go of Hunk's hand and jumps out of the bed to push his mom out the door. "He's not my novio, eww that's gross mom, geez we're just friends! Right Hunk?!"

Hunk shrugs his shoulders, "Well I am a boy who's your friend so technically we are boyfriends" Lance turns around and makes a choking gesture towards Hunk.

"Ahhh, you're supposed to have my back man, don't listen to him, ma!"

walks down the stairs laughing. "Whatever you say, mijo"

Lance closes his door and crosses his arms. "I can't believe you've done this" Hunk stands up to open the door, while shoving Lance off to the side. "Hey, well you seem to be in a better mood, ready to meet your... daddy?"

"Eww haha please don't say that again, and yeah. I kinda am"

They walk downstairs and what they saw was something neither of them were prepared for.

April 18, 2022

Garrison University

Student Parking lot

2:45 pm

" Are you sure you're fine with missing class?" Shiro said already regretting what he asked Lance. It's like he's subconsciously trying to manipulate himself. He looks at Lance nervously, hoping that he says yes.

"Shiro honey, thanks for your concern, but this isn't my first rodeo." Lance winks and gives Shiro his signature move, finger guns. They reach Shiro's car and Lance starts cackling, he bends over to catch his breath.

"Okay, what's so funny? She's a babe"

"Listen Shiro, haha, I bet she is but I didn't think you were a Prius kinda guy."

"Oh is that so, what kinda of guy do you think I am then? Huh?"

Lance throws his hands up in defense, "No need to get all feisty, she's cute, but I was expecting like a truck or a soccer mom car. You know...something you could fit in." He begins to cry because he's laughing so hard, and Shiro can't help but follow suit. Lance's laugh is so contagious and it sounds like angels are playing harps in his ears. 'Can this boy get any cuter?' Shiro thinks to himself.

"I have...you know...that I...that I can fit in this car...asshole," Shiro says in between chuckles, unable to form a steady sentence. Lance places his hands on top of his head.

"So you're telling me that your car is bigger on the inside?"

"Yes, it is"

"Hahaha, so your Prius is a clown car?"

Shiro throws his hands up and starts walking away. "That's it, I'm done! Tired of your jokes"

"Nuuuuu, Shiro pwease...I'll stop...haha come bwack I'm sowrry!"

"Whaat?! Can't hear you! Can you speak up?"

"I SAID IM SORRY!"

Shiro walks back to the car and looks at Lance who looks like he's about to cry. 'Fuck' he mouths.

"Lance, I'm sorry, it was a joke. Don't cry"

"I'm not crying dipshit, a fucking bug flew in my eye, god I hate those tiny flies"

"You mean gnats?"

"YoU mEan GnAts? Yes I mean gnats, what the fuck I look like?"

Shiro opens his mouth but no words come out. He takes his key out his pocket and unlocks the car door. "Okay drama queen, are you going to stand there all day?" Lance opens the passenger car door and gets in. Shiro gets in the car and closes his door. They both buckle in their seatbelts and Lance apologizes for acting kinda rude.

"Hey, sorry about earlier, it wasn't your fault."

"No need, Keith's the same way and let me tell you, he's way more of a drama queen."

"Yeah if the Queen was emo"

"Ahaha, exactly"

Shiro starts the car and backs out of the parking spot. Once they reach the stop sign he turns on the radio and Welcome to the Black Parade plays. They both groan and angrily mumble the lyrics as Shiro drives down past their school onto the highway.

July 28, 2013

Somewhere in the US

's Living Room

11: 32 am

They walk down the stairs and see Lance's mom with a gun pointed at her head by a man wearing a green jacket with an orange band around the sleeves. The man puts the gun down and awkwardly smiles at the boys. "Hola, mijo!" His mom gestures that its okay for him to downstairs. Lance and Hunk look at each other, they walk down the remaining set of stairs as slow as possible.

"Say hello to your papa Lance" his mom pressed. Hunk grabs Lance's shaky hand to reassure him that everything is going be okay. Refusing to let go, Lance pulls Hunk with him to the couch. They sit down and they look at his dad up and down, Hunk is amazed at how much they look alike. Well if Lance was like 20 feet taller and actually had muscles. Lance's dad looks at the boys who are holding hands and turns his head toward who's standing right behind them, her right hand against her thigh.

"After all these years, I didn't expect you to raise my son to be a little maricón" (faggot) his father cringed.

"No lo llames así! Lance, ve a tu habitación!" (Don't call him that, Lance go to your room)

Hunk and Lance quickly get up and head for the stairs. Both knowing not to argue when his mom starts yelling in Spanish. 'What's maricón Lance?"

"Oh..uh..it means faggot"

"Oh-" is all that Hunk manages to say before he's interrupted by gunshots. They both duck behind the stairs, worriedly looking around the living room. Lance sees his dad holding his bloody hand on his shoulder while his mom is panting with a gun in her hand while the other is placed on her abdomen.

"No olviden por qué están aquí! Si no fuera por Lance, no estariás aquí!" (Don't forget why you're here. If it wasn't for Lance, you wouldn't be here)

"Mama, what's going on?," stuttered Lance who's still peeking over the stairwell, hoving his hand over Hunk to protect him.

"Lance, this is grown up stuff, now go to your room" her tone is harsh and unpleasant.

"No! I'm not going anywhere, why do you always do this?" Angry tears are strolling down his face.

"Do what? Try to protect you?!"

"Protect me from what...My own fucking father?!" is enraged, her hands are clenched tight, nails digging into her palm.

"Do NOT use that language with me! Don't forget who you're talking to mijo. No soy uno de tus amigos!" (I'm not one of your friends)

"Sorry mama, but I have a right to know!"

"Oh okay, you think you're a big man now huh? Your father is a piece of shit, just a sorry excuse for a man. I told him to watch you for 3 fucking days and he couldn't even do that!" She drags her hands down her face, taking the tears along with it. "Lance you don't understand, I can't even begin to express how frustrated and hurt I am that he did that. You almost died Lance! I almost lost you! Tu comprendes?" (you understand)

Lance sinks down to the floor, feeling responsible for seeing his mom so worked up. walks over to him and she wraps her arms around her son, rubbing his back in a circular motion. His tears grow heavy, the dryness in his throat feels like sandpaper, the snot running down his nose seeps through his moms' shirt. "You're my sunshine Lancey, even if I don't act like it all the time. I tried to make you my everything, but I regret that I didn't try hard enough" She pulls Lance back and coughs up blood and falls into his lap"

"Momma! Momma please, I'm sorry" He shakes her and shakes her, he slaps her face nothing happens. He looks behind him and sees Hunk curled up in a ball. Lance turns his attention to his mom and lays her on her back searching for anything, he then touches something wet and looks down at his hands. Deep red blood is covered on his fingertips. Lance screams at the top of his lungs, crying his skin off. Everything burns, everything hurts. His vision is blurry because of the tears in his eyes. He wobbles to his feet and grabs the gun that's strapped to his mom's thigh. He cocks it and aims it at his dad unable to keep it steady.

"I wish I never saw you! Momma was right, you are a piece of shit!"

"Mijo, calmarse"

"Calm down?! You want me to fucking calm down?!" Lance puts his finger on the trigger, the gun shaking even faster."You killed my mom and you're going to pa-"

Ms. McClain tugs on her sons' pant leg, he turns around and accidentally pulls the trigger, the bullet hits her in the chest. He immediately drops the gun and falls to his knees. His eyes dilate, lanky arms dangle on his side. runs over to Lance and grabs him by the arm and holds his hand out to Hunk. He profusely shakes his head, but that doesn't stop from grabbing Hunk as well. He drags them out of the back door and shoves them in his truck. He slams on the gas, the engine revs. is speeding down the highway and takes a short glance at the boys to make sure they're okay. Red and Blue lights reflect off the rearview mirror, McClain curses to himself. He drifts in between cars but is cut off when a semi-truck pulls out in front of them. He slams on the breaks, but it's too late. The front of the car smashes into the back of the truck. McClain flies through the windshield, Lance hits the dashboard, and Hunk gets knocked out by the airbag.

Lance is barely conscious. He can feel himself drifting away, falling completely apart and all he can do is watch and let it happen. 'I tried to make you my everything' is the last thing he can recall before the world around him fades to black and complete nothingness.