Dear Diary,
I want to kill. And have to believe it's for more than just selfish reasons, more than just a spoke in my testosterone-induced mind.
You have to believe me. Oh Christ I can't explain it, but I'm allowed an understanding that my family and these Remington University assholes have chosen to ignore.
I understand that I must stop Michael. Katie Holt was a true friend and I sold her out for a bunch of swatch dogs and diet coke heads.
Killing Michael would be like offing the Wicked Witch of the West. Wait- East? WEST!
God, I sound like a fucking psycho!
Tomorrow I'll be kissing his aerobicized ass. But tonight, let me dream of a world without Michael, a world where I am free.
Lance stumbled to the door of the 7-ELEVEN, still not used to the strange heels Michael had forced him in.
"Lance! Don't forget to buy corn nuts! It's not a party without corn nuts!" Michael yelled out from his car window.
"BQ or plain?" Lance shouted back by the door.
"BQ!" Lance nodded and walked in.
Going to the snack aisle, Lance scanned the many bags of chips and snacks before finding the corn nuts and heading back up to the font.
The door chimed, stepping in was mystery man.
Mystery Man smirked at Lance and said, "Greeting and salutations. You gonna pull the super chug with that?" he pointed to corn nuts in Lance's hand.
Lance bit him lip and smirked back, "No, but If you're nice I'll let you buy me a slushie." He smiled at that.
"I see you know you convenience-speak pretty well." Lance commented, leaning against a nearby stand.
M.M. raised and eyebrow, "Yeah, well, I've been moved around all my life. Dallas, Baton Rouge, Vegas...Sherwood, Ohio. There's always been a Snappy Snack Shack. Any town, any time, pop a ham and cheese in the microwave and feast on a turbo dog. Keeps me sane." he tapped the side of his head lightly.
"Really?" Lance blinked, feeling a little sympathetic to the poor dude. Plucking a red Twizzler from a jar and nibbling on the end thoughtfully, Lance looked at him.
"That thing you pulled in the caf today was pretty severe."
M.M. sighed and leaned against the counter, "Yeah well, the extreme always seems to make an impression."
Lance smiled and bit into the Twizzler slightly. M.M. smirked, "Did you say a cherry or coke slushie?"
Lance smirked, "I didn't. Cherry."
M.M. smiled and filled up a cherry slushie while Lance watched, chewing on the Twizzler the whole time.
"I'm Lance by the way, are you ever going tell me yours?"
"I'll end the suspense. I'm Keith Kogane." he replied, turning around and handing Lance the drink.
"So what's a Baudelaire quoting, badass like you doing in Sherwood, Ohio?"
Keith shrugged, "My dad's work. He owns a deconstruction company."
Lance raised an eyebrow, "De-construction?"
"Yeah, the old man seems to enjoy tearing things down. You've seen the commercial? 'My name's Big Bud Kogane and if it's in your way, I'll make you day.'" Keith quoted, making his voice deeper and using a dirty hand gesture.
"Oh! And then he pushes the plunger and the screen blows up!" Lance chuckled then paused and looked at Keith apologetically, "Oh, that's your dad?"
Keith gave a tense smile, "In all his toxic glory."
Lance frowned and sipped his slushie, "Yeah, well everybody's life has got static."
A loud shrill car horn wails from outside and Michael Chandler's voice hollers fiercely.
"LANCE!"
Lance rubbed his temple in exasperation, "For example, I don't really like my friends."
Keith looked out the window at the giant red car of Michael Chandler were the other two sat as well. "Yeah I really don't like your friends either."
Lance whistled at the beautiful motorcycle parked out front. "Nice wheels."
Keith patted it lovingly, "Just a humble gift from old pops."
The car horn sounded loudly again, both guys flinched.
"You on your way somewhere?" Keith asked while lighting a cigarette.
"Yeah, a Takashi Shirogane homecoming party. Not the best thing to do, but If I wanna stay in gotta pay the price."
"Why not bag the party and hang out here?" Keith suggested blowing out a smoke ring that made Lance pretty impressed.
Lance smiled crookedly, "Ah. The 7-Eleven. Swanky first date."
Keith grinned, "Better than that."
"LANCE! CORN NUTS!"
Lance winced, and shook his head sadly. "Sadly I must go, the demon-king awaits."
"So I see."
"See you around?" Lance asked, hopeful.
Keith looked Lance up and down before doing a little side smirk that sent shivers up the Cuban boy's spine. "Oh, you'll definitely see me around. Just look in the shadows."
Keith waved and took off on his bike, Lance stared longingly before racing over to the red car and handing Michael his corn nuts.
"About time!"
Shiro and Kurt were messing around and going over what drinks and drugs they had for the party that night when their parents came in.
"Okay Shiro, have fun tonight but I expect you to act your age. If the neighbors complain about the noise, Paul and I are going to march in here and knock the sand out of your vagina. Do you understand me?"
"Dude what am I five?" Shiro grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away.
"I'm your dad not your dude."
"That goes double for you Kurt. You're a guest at Bill's house and you will treat it with respect!"
"Sure thing," Kurt said before looking at Shiro, "Dude!"
The two boy laughed and winced when their dad's glare.
"Hold his arms," Paul said.
"Wait! Dad no!"
The two boys tried to run but Shiro's dad already had Kurt in a headlock while Paul flicked his nose.
"Who's a great big sissy?! Who's going to prom in a bright pink dress?! Who's a great big sissy?!"
"I-I'm a great big sissy!" Kurt yelled out and was dropped to the floor.
"Have fun tonight son!" Paul said and slapped Kurt's ass.
The two boys started to get up when Bill throws out his fist at Shiro.
"Beware the claw!"
Shiro fell in shock making the two older men laugh loudly and leave.
"Man that sucked," Kurt grumbled and got up.
"Whatever man, let's just get this party started!"
The Shirogane house was lit up like it was the freaking Fourth of July.
Girls were running around topless, chased by guys who were pantless. Lance never thought he would see so many boobs in his whole life.
The Michaels were all with their partners, Kurt was actually making out with Michael McNamara and grinding and-
Okay looking away now.
The music was loud and rooms were filled with smoke from weed and cigarettes. Lance coughed a little before walking around to find some booze, better to just let go and worry later right?
Suddenly a hand wondered down and grabbed a handful of Lance's ass, making the poor teen shriek. A laughed boomed out of muscular chest.
"Lookin' fine tonight McClain!" the voice slurred before walking away.
Red colored the Cuban's face, someone had just groped him and said he looked fine.
Rushing over to the bar Lance picked up a shot glass of some brown drink he assumed was liquor, a slice of lime and some salt.
"So it's shot, and then lime- and then salt?" he mumbled before doing it in that order.
"No, it's salt-" Michael Duke started to explain before-
"You're doing it wrong!"
Lance blinked and smiled widely, "Really? cause I feel great!"
The night went on and Lance had more shots, done incorrectly every time, and was leaning heavily against someone he didn't know.
"Want a hit?"
Lance nodded and tried but ended up coughing furiously, a hand pounded on his back to help - but really it just hurt a lot.
Lance stumbled away, swaying slightly and saw two kids fucking harshly against a wall. He waved before stumbling into the living room where most of the party was. Shiro and Kurt brought out a giant pink pig piñata with a sign on it reading "Jefferson Razorbacks" on it.
"Alright everybody listen up! What is Westerberg going to do to the Razorbacks at Sunday's game?" Shiro shouted over the music.
Kurt snatched the piñata from Shiro and started fake thrusting into it. "Make em' go WHEE! WHEE! WHEE!"
Michael Duke rolled his eyes and walked by say "Way to show maturity!" Kurt dropped the pig and ran up to Duke and started grinding against him like he did the pig.
"Quit it jackass! Get off of me!" Lance stumble over to Kurt and shook his shoulder to get his attention.
Kurt let go of Michael and turned to Lance.
"Yo! Kurt! Emergency! I just saw some freshman trying to sneak over the pool fence."
Kurt glared at the pool outside.
"I hate freshman! Where are you, ya little pricks!" he shouted and ran outside.
Lance touched Michael's shoulder, "Hey are you okay?"
Duke shoved Lance away, "I didn't need your help!" he said and flipped Lance off.
Lance laughed drunkenly,"Aw, thanks for the finger Michael, but I don't really need to vomit right now." Lance giggled. "Get it?"
Duke flushed and stalked away from the giggling Lance.
Then out of the corner of his eye, Lance spotted Hunk and smiled. His best friend was here!
Hunk caught Lance when he stumbled over. "Hunk! I' missed you~!" Lance slurred and hanged off the confused Samoan.
"Lance? Are you drunk?!"
Lance grinned kissed Hunk's cheek messily. "Yep! It's great right?!"
Hunk looked worriedly at the small Cuban, Lance smiled. Hunk was so nice to be worried about him, but he felt great!
"I can't believe you actually came!" Lance said, hugging the tall guy.
Hunk smiled, "I know right? I bought Shiro some Sparkling Cider! I should find him and give it to him! But, will you be okay?" Hunk asked, looking at Lance who just gave him a thumbs up and a goofy smile.
"Go get cha' man gurl~!" Lance replied, not really knowing what was going on.
Hunk beamed and raced off to find him.
The Michaels looked at Hunk like vultures and whispered to each other before smirking and walking off. Hunk found Shiro across the room, leaning on a wall.
"H-Hey Shiro."
Shiro glanced over, saw the blushing teen, and turned away sharply, sipping his beer.
"I-I wasn't going to come, but since you took the time to write that note-"
"What note?" Shiro asked confused, Hunk faltered.
"O-Oh, um.." Hunk looked down and handed the bottle to Shiro who took it.
"You know if you acted normal, people wouldn't hate you so much."
He opened the bottle and look a drink only to spit it out.
"That's disgusting, are you trying to poison me?" Hunk whimpered and ran away, Shiro sighed and shook his head.
Meanwhile, Lance had climbed up on the kitchen counter and started doing multiple shots, soon a crowd surrounded him and cheered, Lance finished the last and jumped in the crowd, three guys caught him, people went wild. Lance felt a few wandering hand and giggled happily.
Then Michael Chandler came out to the center of the room, "Alright Westerbergers! It's time to celebrate our upcoming victory over the Razorbacks, by whacking apart their mascot!"
Kurt had reappeared in time to smack Michael's ass and yell, "Whack it!"
Michael McNamara walked out holding a baseball bat and a blindfold.
"We need a volunteer to take the first swing at the piñata!"
He slowly turned around, bat held out and pointing at people before stopping on Hunk.
"Hunk Garrett, I think you should do the honors."
Hunk blinked and shook his head, "I-I really don't know this game."
Lance blinked, finally aware of his surroundings and saw what was happening. He glanced at the other two Michaels and saw them smirking.
"Let's show this boy some Westerberg spirit!" they all began to chant Hunk name.
"HUNK! HUNK! HUNK!"
Hunk blushed under all the attention but took the green blindfold and wrapped it around his eyes.
"Bring out the piñata!" Michael Chandler yelled.
Michael Duke brought out the piñata but it now had a orange bandanna around the head and big funky glasses. The sign had also changed to "Hunk GAY-rett". Everyone immediately began laughing expect Lance.
"What are you doing?! Michael give it to me!" Lance grabbed the piñata and started to tug it out of Duke's hands.
"Michael help!" Duke cried trying to pull it back.
Michael Chandler grabbed Michael Duke's waist and had a tug-o-war with Lance, the crowd switched from calling out Hunk's name to "KISS! KISS! KISS!"
Lance managed to rip the piñata out of their hands.
"What's your damage Michael?" Lance asked furiously.
Lance walked outside, the crowd parting for him, he stopped at the edge of the pool. "You want this? Go swim for it!"
The crowd gasped, and Lance walked back inside to Hunk, who was now taking off his blindfold.
"What's going on?" Hunk whispered, taking in the silence and stares.
"Just go home and I'll explain it later." Lance said keeping his eyes on Hunk.
"But I was-"
"Listen to me, listen to me! Hunk, just go home okay?" Lance pleaded.
Hunk looked at the glaring faces and turned, running out of the house.
Lance slowly turned and looked at the furious face of Michael Chandler.
"Well, we gave it a shot. I'm resigning my commission from the Puto Squad. I'm going back to civilian life." Lance stated and headed out the door, stumbling outside away from everyone, his stomach had started to churn.
"Oh no you're not!" Michael Chandler hissed, grabbing Lance arm and spinning him around sharply, making Lance's stomach twist.
"Don't spin me. I'm not feeling well." Lance mumbled.
Michael grabbed Lane's face sharply.
"You don't get to be a nobody. Come Monday, you're an ex-nobody. Not even losers will touch you now! Transfer to Washington, Jefferson, no one at Westerberg will let you play their reindeer games."
Lance's head spun and opened his mouth to get fresh air, only to vomit all over Michael Chandler, who screamed in anger.
"AAAAHH! I RAISED YOU UP FROM NOTHING! AND WHAT'S MY THANKS? I GET PAID IN PUKE!"
Lance glared viciously at the fuming boy.
"Lick it up baby! Lick. It. Up."
Michael glared before his face turned cold, "I know who I'm eating lunch with on Monday, do you?"
Lance stared at him before running off down the street. Michael Chandler sneered before going back into the loud house.
Lance stumbled down an unknown street, think over what just happened in shock. It was over, the demon king himself had decreed it. Monday was the day he would be deleted from counted in his head found that he had at thirty hours to live, what should he do?
Walking past an empty park the Cuban boy thought of all the different ways he could survive this nuclear-holocaust sized mess he had gotten into. He could always change his name and ride up to Seattle.
Lance cursed remembering his lack of a vehicle when he spotted a familiar bike. Then slowly an idea came into his mind.
Stumbling into the yard, Lance walked around till he saw a giant tree close to the only window and climbed up the side. Slowly opening the window silently, Lance glanced inside and saw a sleeping figure. Trying to enter stealthfully, Lance's foot caught on the window edge and he fell the rest of the way in, causing a loud crash.
"L-Lance?! What are you doing in my room?" came the surprised voice of Keith Kogane, only in his black tee and red boxers. His hair slightly messy and he looked like he had been asleep. He stumbled over and helped the slightly-drunk boy up.
"Shh..." Lance whispered, pressing a finger against soft lips. "Sorry but I really had to wake you, I've decided I must ride you till you brake."
Keith's face flushed scarlet, but a hand started wandering up Lance's leg slowly. "Michael says I'm dead, you're my last meal on death row."
Keith opened his mouth, "Shut your mouth and loose the undies okay?" Lance said and shoved the boy backwards, making him fall on the bed.
Lance crawled on his lap, sitting there, his face red and lips hungry with desire. "C'mon."
"Lance..." Keith said looking awed at the sight of bronze skin glowing from moonlight.
"You're really beautiful y'know?" Lance mumbled, a thumb stoking Keith lips lightly, Keith blinked and gazed at Lance. "You're skin is smooth and you're eyes are gorgeous. It's amazing."
Keith leaned up and kissed Lance softly, who moaned and held Keith face gently.
"The world's unfair. So let's stay here where's beautiful." Lance mumbled against the other's lips.
Keith smirked, "That works for me."
That moment you can't write a detailed sex scene.