Dear Diary,
It's been three weeks since I became friends with the Michaels.
Well, it's actually like they're people I work with and our job is being popular and shit.
Lance bit his lip, looking at the new outfit Michael Chandler had assigned him to wear. A long sleeved sweater that hung off his shoulders in a flattering way, Michael Duke said the color was 'old lace' or something, Lance thought it was beige. To go with the sweater was short blue jean shorts and cream colored tights. To finish it off was a pair of black flats and his round glasses on, forgoing contacts for the day. Michael Chandler said that Lance could pull off the glasses in a cute but sexy way with the right outfits.
Lance had always wanted to wear clothes like these, but was terrified of getting his teeth knocked out. But now that he was in the Michaels, he could wear whatever he wanted, as long as Michael was okay with it, he even got a few wandering gazes from girls and guys alike!
"Hey Lance!"
Turning around Lance smiled at the sight of Hunk running over, wearing his signature orange bandanna around his head and his usual big sweater and scruffy blue jeans.
"Hey man,"
"You...you really look nice these days y'know?" Hunk said shyly, rubbing the back of his head.
Lance smiled at him reassuringly, "Thanks man, but you know it's still me under all this."
Hunk smiled weakly and picked at one of his book covers, "Are you sure?"
Lance frowned, "Hey, I'm really sorry I flaked on movie night-"
"No, no! It's fine I totally get it! You're...you're with the Michaels now. That's amazing!"
"I know right!" they both giggled.
"Lance!" came a voice right behind the two, making both jump and see Michael Duke standing behind them, he was giving Hunk an unimpressed look.
"Michael says to get your ass over to the table pronto."
"O-Okay." Lance nodded and watched Duke walk back over to the large table in the middle of the lunch room where the other two Michaels were seated, glaring over at the two friends.
Lance waved goodbye to Hunk awkwardly before getting 'his ass' over to the annoyed Michael Chandler.
"What's up Michael?" Lance inquired, a little fearfully.
"Lance, I need you to forge Shiro's handwriting." Lance nodded and pulled out some paper.
"You need something to write on, Michael bend over." Chandler continued looking at Duke.
Lance frowned but walked over to the now bent over Michael Duke, even though they were right next to a table.
"'Hey, I've been watching you and thinking about us in the old days. I hope you can come over to my homecoming party this weekend. I miss you. - Shiro' Oh! put an 'xo' after the signature." Lance finished the note and handed the note to Michael who smirked evilly at it.
"Who's that for anyway?" Lance questioned, putting away his notes and looking at Chandler.
"I just found out that Shiro used to hang out with Hunk Garrett."
Inwardly apologizing to hunk for talking about him behind his back, Lance chuckled, "Well yeah, we all did."
"Yeah maybe, but we didn't kiss on the football field." Duke said impishly.
"Oh that's right! Shiro kissed Hunk in kindergarten. It was disgusting!" McNamara chimed in, flipping through his contacts on his bright lemon-yellow smart phone.
"Perfect," Michael Chandler said, finished looking over the note. Over a few feet away two loud voice could be heard.
"Dude, it would be so righteous to be in the middle of a Michael Chandler and Lance McClain make out." Kurt declared to a nodding Shiro, who looked slightly uncomfortable.
"Shiro!" Michael Chandler called over, curling one finger in a 'come-here' motion. Shiro almost flew over to the four, smirking at the group. Lance blushed and looked away.
"Be a dear and give this note to Hunk Garret for me?" Shiro's eyes dimmed for a second before taking the note.
"What? No." Lance said and reached for the note only for Shiro to walk away and ask, "Why do you talk to that lard ass?"
Lance bristled, Shiro started to open the note.
"Oh don't read it!" Michael Chandler said, "He's having problems with having an orgasm and wanted some tips from me." Shiro blanched before throwing the note far away. "Gross."
Lance quickly snatch the note from the ground, only to have it ripped away.
"What are you doing?!" Lance demanded, glaring at Michael Chandler who only raise a perfect manicure eyebrow at the hostile tone.
"What?" Michael Duke said rolling his eyes,"It'll give him jack-off material for a week."
"Shut up Michael!" Lance snapped.
"Sorry Michael!"
An awkward silence followed.
Lance blinked before shaking his head and looking at Michael Chandler, "Hunk has had a thing for Shiro for years now okay? This would kill him!"
Michael Chandler turned into a wrathful god in four seconds.
"Are we gonna have a problem?"
Lance paled dramatically, "N-No! I'm-!"
"You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick?!" Chandler walked right up to the now shaking Cuban.
"I'd normally slap your face so hard it would fly clear off your fucking skull." Chandler suddenly smirked.
"But I'm feeling nice today, so hear's some advice, listen closely byotch."
"If you can't handle throwing a little shade then get the fuck out of my face. I gave you decent clothes, a haircut, and most importantly, a chance. Other people would kill to have you're spot. Don't make me regret putting all my hard work to shit. You were a greasy little freak that wore space shit and had no life. You could be that person again with the snap of my fingers. Now are you going to go back to being a tormented little nobody who will eventually cut their wrists and rot in hell? Or are you going to give me that fucking note? Choose wisely McClain."
Lance looked down and shakily handed the note to Chandler.
Michael Chandler suddenly smiled, "Good. Now sit back and watch the show, don't you fucking dare look away for even a second." He slowly walked around the lunchroom not looking at the smiling form of Hunk Garret who was enjoying his fourth pudding cup. He turned away for moment, and the note was dropped soundlessly and Michael Chandler disappeared smoothly without a trace.
Lance watch miserably as his best friend looked down and noticed the small note, he turned and looked around before opening it cautiously - probably expecting a hate note. Lance really wished it was. Hunk slowly read the note, his face turning more red each passing moment, before a small smile appeared on his face. Lance felt like throwing up.
Michael Chandler smirked and walked out of the lunch room, the other two following.
Lance looked down at his lunch plate with a blank face and jumped when Hunk's excited whisper made him look up in surprise.
"Lance look! Shiro invited me to his party! Can you believe it?! Maybe he does remember!"
Lance looked at Hunk with a somber face before throwing on his fake smile, "That's great man."
Hunk smiled, one of real smiles, with all his teeth out and eyes closed. "I'm so happy!"
Lance watched Hunk run off and felt like crying. Was this what it would take to be popular? To crush his best friend's heart? Was it worth it?
The lunch room filled up as more people rushed in, it was chili dog day, Lance dumped his trash and sat down at a lone table, cradling his head in his hands.
"You really shouldn't have bowed down to the swatch dogs and diet coke heads. They're gonna crush that guy." A deep voice called out.
Lance glanced up an saw a ridiculously hot guy looking down at him. He wore a long black tench coat, dark gray tee, black jeans and dark brown combat boots. His hair style threw Lance for a second, it was a freaking mullet, but it actually looked good on him.
"What?" Lance asked confused, and a little distracted by the good looks.
"You've clearly got a soul, you just need to work hard on keeping it clean. 'We are all born marked for evil.'" The mystery-mullet man turned and walked away.
Lance looked at him bewildered, "Okay, don't just quote Baudelaire at me and then walk away." Lance called out, standing up. "I didn't catch your name."
The guy turned and smirked in an unfairly sexy way, "I didn't throw it." Lance's jaw dropped.
The guy chuckled and winked, making Lance notice violet eyes, before going back to a table in the back and started reading from a small black book.
Lance's face flushed deep red before he smiled and bit his lip and looked down at his notebook.
Kurt and Shiro had somehow seen this whole interaction and was weirdly jealous.
"Man, who does that guy with the bad haircut think he is anyway, Bruce Lee?" Kurt complained loudly, glaring at mystery guy.
"Lance is into his act no doubt." Shiro commented, looking blankly at Kurt.
"Let's kick his ass!" Kurt declared loudly.
Shiro shook his head in negative, "Nah, we're seniors man. We're too old for that shit."
But Kurt just walked over to the table where the guy was sitting, reading his book and slammed a hand down on the table. Mystery man looked up slightly.
"Hey sweetheart! What did your boyfriend say when you told him you were moving to Sherwood, Ohio?"
Shiro sighed before also smacking the table loudly, "My buddy Kurt just asked you a question."
Kurt smirked at Shiro, "Hey Shiro, doesn't the cafeteria have a no fags allowed rule?"
This whole conversation was completely hypocritical. They were bulling the guy for being gay while also being interested in a guy, Lance and the Michaels.
The new kid slapped his book shut and smiled charmingly at the two football players.
"They seem to have an open door policy for assholes though."
Kurt looked at Shiro, "Hold his arms."
The guy just smirked and kicked the table out, catching the two in the gut.
Lance looked up just in time to see the mystery man, he really needed to find out his name soon, smack his black book into Kurt's face harshly.
"Holy shit!" Basically the entire cafeteria populace's thought on the matter.
M.M. (mullet man) kicked Shiro sharply in the groin, making Lance wince in sympathy, and punch a sneaking Kurt in the face and gut twice.
Now Lance had seen his fair share of school fights, they happened daily for no reason at all, but none had ever made Lance's heart flutter at seeing two shit heads get their asses kicked by a total hot stranger before.
M.M. then grabbed Kurt's head and gave three brutal head butts and dropped him fast.
Kurt clutched a bleeding nose and grippe Shiro's shoulder tightly for balance, "Man that really sucked, he fought better than Bruce Lee..."
Shiro nodded and grumbled, dragging his limping friend to the nurse.
Lance clutched his mallet lightly and watched the Michaels play the stupid game he had no idea existed until they made him make a damn court in his backyard. His mind still filled with violet eyes and sexy smirks
"God Lance, drool much? You were totally throwing yourself at the new kid," Michael Chandler drawled, making the other two laugh noisily.
Lance flushed and looked down at his ball, "Come on, I don't even know his name."
Michael rolled his eyes and knocked his ball, it rolled over to where Lance's mom was sitting and reading the newspaper.
"Watch out Ms. McClain!" Lance's mom stared at the ball for a few seconds, where it had harmlessly stopped in front of her, before sighing and picking it up.
Lance's mother was named Lorraine, and she was beautiful. Her skin the same bronze color as her son, a trait from being Cuban of course. Her eyes a beautiful ocean blue, another trait Lance inherited. She had long dark brown hair in massive curls she liked to wear down but put up in a bun when working. And she worked a lot. With six kids living in the small three bedroom house, only two of the six had jobs to help, she worked full-time at the hospital as a nurse and part-time as a maid at nearby hotel. Her husband had passed away from cancer after the youngest, Mariana, was born.
Lorraine knew Lance had made new "friends" but the first time the said friends came over, they made him make a court in the back yard, and he did it without complaint! To say she disproved of these boys was an understatement, but kept quiet when she saw the desperate look on her son's face.
"Here you go boys, you sure you don't want anything to drink? I just made some fresh lemonade."
Michael Chandler smiled, but disgust was clear in his eyes. "No thank you ma'am."
Lorraine bit her tongue before smiling once more, "So, any big plans for tonight?"
Lance nodded and sat his mallet down, "Yeah, there's a big homecoming party at Takashi Shirogane's house tonight. I'm gonna catch a ride with Michael."
Lorraine frowned and opened her mouth but was cut off, "Lance, you should get ready now. I'll be by in an hour to pick you up." Michael Chandler said, a bored look on his face.
"Wear the outfit I picked out." Lance nodded. Lorraine waved goodbye to the leaving Michaels and followed her son upstairs.
"Hijo, creo que no debes ir a esta fiesta esta noche." Lorraine muttered as Lance pulled out his clothes.
"Necesito hacer esta mamá." Lance whispered and smiled sadly at her.
"You have other friends. What about Hunk?"
Lance froze before shaking his head.
"Maybe I want more out of life than this mamá."
Lorraine sighed before pressing a kiss to her son's forehead, "No dejes que estos chicos te cambien hijo."
Lance grinned, "De ninguna manera mamá."
Translations: (( I used Google Translate, If these are incorrect I'm very sorry. I took French not Spanish. ))
Hijo, creo que no debes ir a esta fiesta esta noche. - Son, I do not think you should go to this party tonight.
Necesito hacer esta mamá. - I need to do this mom.
No dejes que estos chicos te cambien hijo. - Do not let these guys change you son.
De ninguna manera mamá. - No way, Mom.