It started with a deceiving smile and the gentle tapping of a pen on the surface of a desk and took a wild turn for the worst when the beautiful blonde decided to sit next to Lance during chemistry and walk him to all his classes all the while Lotor looked on with jealous rage.

Nyma had been stuck at Lance's side since school even started; she hung around Hunk and him in the morning while they waited for the first bell to ring for classes to begin. Hunk looked shocked at the fact Nyma even acknowledged him with a gentle smile as she flirted so openly with Lance, causing some of her friends to give her looks of utter horror. Though Lance knew that she had to be up to something, he couldn't help but admire how beautiful she was that day. Her blonde hair was straightened out so that she could waterfall braid it, she wore a floral dress with a cardigan, and even these olive colored boots. She was definitely dressed to impress and she was definitely catching all of Lance's attention that day.

Now in chemistry she sat next to Lance where the weird honor roll student who smelt like cheese-whiz used to sit reading books about modern day philosophy. "What color should I do my nails, Lance?" She asked as she held her hand out for Lance to look at as she tapped her heel against the floor nonchalantly.

Lance smiled at her and shrugged, "Blue maybe? I think blue would look really good on you," he offered.

Nyma looked at her bare nails and knitted her eyebrows together for a moment before she came to her own conclusion, "I'll paint them purple so that I can match them with my outfit for the pep rally tomorrow," she sighed before she suddenly perked up and looked at Lance with this excited look in her icy eyes. "You're going to be there tomorrow right? You have to be!" She reached out and grabbed Lance's hand in hers.

Her hands were so soft, kind of like Keith's, but hers wasn't warm like his. Her hands were freezing, which was quite odd speaking that it was almost summer and the room was hotter than a sauna. "I don't really know," Lance answered truthfully as he blushed and looked away from the pretty girl holding his hand.

Whenever they had pep rally's (this one was for prom coming up in about four weeks), the students were given the options of either attending the rallies that were intended to pump them up, or they could sit in a classroom and do nothing until it was time to go home. Usually, for obvious reasons being that he was the punching bag of the football team, he stayed inside the classrooms and read books or ran errands for the teachers. He never had a reason to go to these cheesy teen spirit things that just made him feel like shit all over again since he had no one to sit with. But that was before he met Hunk and before Nyma started talking to him, now he had a reason to go right? If not with Hunk in case he had a panic attack, then he should be there to support Nyma when she performed with the dance team.

Nyma tightened her grip on Lance's hand and looked at him with big blue watery eyes, "Oh please Lance, you have to, I mean I'll be performing for the last time this year and I really want you to be there!" She begged him causing some people to look at the back of the classroom in curiosity.

Lance gulped down his sudden nervousness and nodded as he gave into Nyma's little act. "Y-Yeah of course!" He said in order to appease the popular girl.

Nyma's face brightened up as she leaned over and threw her arms around Lance to bring him into a hug. "Oh thank you, thank you Lance! I'm so happy you agreed to this, let's get some coffee after school," she snuggled up with him causing Mr. Sven, the young chemistry teacher with a funny accent to glare at them with that look that screamed 'No PDA!'

Lance laughed nervously as he felt a bead of sweat form at his brow, he could feel Lotor's golden eyes burning into his back menacingly as Nyma continued to hold him in her arms. Lance wasn't going to lie; he was definitely getting a little too excited at the feeling of Nyma's chest against him. Hey, he's a hormonal teen boy; let him have some impure thoughts, will you? He was in heaven; her hair smelt like coconuts and bananas, her cheeks were soft and warm, her embrace was like no other (well, he's never been hugged by another girl aside from his family members), and her perfume reminded him of the beach. She was so perfect, possibly even better than Allura, no scratch that. She was better than Allura, because she actually noticed him, unlike the academy girl who didn't pay attention to anyone but Keith and Shiro unless it was to debate politics.

Was he... was he falling for this girl who clung to him like a fly clings to food left out? He felt his heart flutter slightly as he relaxed in Nyma's arms, who cares what Lotor thought, he didn't want that white haired jerk to get in the way of his happiness anymore. He wrapped his arms around the beautiful girl and smiled softly, "I'd love to get coffee with you but-"

Nyma pulled away with a concerning frown of her face as she stared at him, "But what? Did I do something wrong?" She began to ask questions quickly as if she were getting angry at Lance's refusal, but it wasn't like that, he was going to hang out with Keith and he couldn't just not do that. It was his assignment.

"I'm hanging out with a friend after school, I can't cancel on him," Lance sighed despondently as he looked at the textbook on his desk that had been opened to the same page as it had been ten minutes earlier.

Nyma looked down at her own textbook with a frown and began to fiddle with the corners of the pages. "Oh right, Hunk would mind since he has a crush on me wouldn't he? He'd get jealous of you so early in your friendship and that would hurt you more than it would hurt him," She glanced over at him from the corners of his eyes and tried to hold back the sinister smirk trying to paint itself across her face. "I would hate to get between the two of you."

Now if this were any other person with common sense, they would have seen straight through her act and know what exactly this little wolf in sheep's clothing was doing. She was manipulating Lance and since she already managed to cloud his judgement, he was absolutely oblivious to her deceiving tricks.

Lance looked at her in surprise and thought back to how Hunk had been staring at the girl that morning, completely forgetting about the fact that he had anxiety and was probably trying to understand why a girl like her was even talking to him. "You might be right, but I'm not hanging out with Hunk," Lance mumbled and tried to avoid pulling the 'I'm-hanging-out-with-a-Kogane' card.

Nyma sat back in her seat with wide eyes. She was actually genuinely astonished by the fact that the Lance McClain, the boy who got his ass kicked by football players, had more than one friend. Hell, thinking he even had one took an optimistic mindset, a very optimistic one at that.

"What?" She asked with a tone of complete and undeniable disbelief, "Who the..." Her face became screwed up in confusion as she tried to figure out what the heck Lance was talking about.

Lance realized how ridiculous he must sound talking about having friends, so he rubbed the back of his neck and turned bright red in embarrassment as he began to work on his worksheet again. "It's uh, nobody special. Just my friend Keith from a different school," He mumbled under his laughter. God he was such an idiot.

Nyma eyed him for a moment before she was finally able to wrap her head around the impossible. "Riiiiight," she frowned and also turned her attention back to her work, leaving the air between the two of them in a very awkward and a very uncomfortable silence that made Lance practically wish for Keith to text him to distract him from this class.

God works magic and that was one thing Lance would believe for the rest of his life, since Keith sent a text at the very moment he prayed for one. Lance didn't even check to see if Mr. Sven was looking at him as he quickly opened the private texts between him and Keith. All night they stayed up discussing what to send to Lotor under the catfishing account and Keith would spam lance with screenshots of their conversation. Keith had been correct about Lotor being in the closet about his sexuality when he answered 'James' with a flirty text and so began the torment Lotor rightfully deserved. Lance wasn't going to lie; he really enjoyed screwing with his bully through a fake account with his friend who was just a pro at this type of stuff, which was kind of concerning, but not really at the same time.

Samurai: we can get lunch and hang at your place or we can go to the mall since I have to get some stuff there anyways

Lance felt his stomach growl at the thought of food and he was very tempted to take the offer, but he felt bad about leaving Nyma out to dry like he was going to do if he went with Keith. He sighed deeply and decided to reply;

Lance: listen; is it okay if I bring someone?

The little bubble to indicate Keith was texting popped up before it disappeared before reappearing once again.

Samurai:....who?

Lance: this girl named Nyma from my class, I like her so I wanted to hang out with her you know...

Samurai: does she actually want to go? Because I'm down for her to come hang out with us, but if she's only interested in seeing me then no. I don't want anyone like that around me.

Lance read the text very carefully and swore that he could hear Keith's voice crack ever so slightly. He never understood that, but he realized really quickly that the boy would wave his hands around and his voice would crack if he were upset about something. He didn't talk about his feelings, but rather expressed them like that. He was weird but a good weird.

"Nyma, want to go with my friend and I? We're just going to hang around, nothing special," He offered a small, unsure smile in Nyma's direction.

Nyma seemed uninterested as she shrugged slightly and sighed, "Why not."

God, she was being way too enthusiastic. Lance felt a stabbing feeling in his heart as he realized how Nyma really didn't want to hang out with him and Keith, but there wasn't really a way that he could make up for it seeing that he was forced to be with the mullet freak. He really wanted to make Nyma happy, but he didn't really know what the beautiful girl liked, maybe he should buy her something? She seemed to absolutely love clothing so it couldn't hurt, right?

Once the bell rang for class to be dismissed, Nyma walked Lance to his history class and even gave him a big hug, making the chubby little history teacher with an unfashionable neck beard glare at the two of them in annoyance. Lotor was keeping his distance away from Lance, but he still kept his judgmental eyes glued to the slightly shorter junior as he plotted the dork's death. Maybe he would just beat the shit out of Lance after school or perhaps he would shove him into the line of traffic, who knows what the crazy kid would do out of jealousy. History was a breeze for Lance though as he happily took notes as he hummed a tune to himself, sweeping the bottom of his shoe across the floor as he wrote each little bullet point from the smart board onto his paper. Today was going well, until lunch of course.

He had sat with Nyma today which made Hunk upset, but he would understand, right? Beautiful girls like Nyma wouldn't just talk to Lance and wait around for him, so he had to keep her interested in him, Hunk would surely understand. Even if he did like Nyma too.

"Soooo," Nyma's black haired friend Emily pointed to the empty spot in front of Lance where his lunch tray should have been. Her green eyes were narrowed slightly in disgust as her overly contoured face wrinkled slightly, "Do you like, never eat?" She was number four on the list.

Lance looked down in shame as he realized how repulsive he must be to the four girls sitting near him. Maybe he was stupid for sitting with Nyma? Before he could get up and leave, Nyma slid her tray over to him and leaned into his shoulder gently before smiling over at him softly, "Of course he eats, Emily. In fact, we're sharing my food today!" She exclaimed with enthusiasm.

No way, no freaking way. Lance was screaming in his mind with how excited he was. Nyma was leaning into him and sharing her food with him? God had blessed Lance's poor soul today hadn't he? Lance smiled and looked up at the Asian girl, "Sorry if it looked that way Emily, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Like, why don't you put your arm around Nyma?" Asked Louisa, the only cheerleader sitting with them. She was number thirteen.

Lance stiffened up as Bailey, number sixteen, nodded in enthusiasm. Did they really expect some guy like Lance to bravely put his arm around Nyma and eat? The chicken nuggets staring up at him were already causing him to plan his diet for the day since these things probably had a ton of calories in them. "O-Only if she wants I to I suppose..."

"Why wouldn't I? I'm leaning on you aren't I?" Nyma joked as she placed her head on his shoulder and let out a small little huff that made Lance's heart skip a beat.

He swallowed down hard as he lifted his hand up to snake around her waist, but he just couldn't keep his shaking under control. He was so excited yet so afraid at the same time, it was ridiculous and he just couldn't seem to control his body as his stomach gurgled from the stress. He would be too lame to talk to Nyma if he couldn't put his arm around her like a normal guy. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the fact that he was about to place his hand on Nyma's hip. It was best to not think about this stuff in case he got a little too excited.

"You've got a firm grip there," Nyma winked as she giggled at the feeling of Lance's hand on her body. God, this boy was about to have a nervous breakdown.

Lance pulled his hand off of her and turned cherry red before he waved his hands around, "I'm sorry, I uh didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or-" Nyma silenced him by tossing a chicken nugget into his mouth catching him by surprise.

"Don't worry about it Lancey Lance, we'll work on it!" She winked.

Lancey-Lance that sounded kind of cool didn't it? Maybe he'd stick with that nickname and call himself that. Yeah, he liked the way it rolled off the tongue. Lancey Lance, listen to that roll. He was so weird.

The rest of lunch was anticlimactic; the only thing that actually caught Lance's attention was the juicy gossip that the girls shared with another. Monica from the volleyball team got pregnant by Jackson from the basketball team, but she was totally seeing Bennett from the baseball team on the side. High school was lame, but the gossip was definitely worth listening to. When the final bell rang Lance, waited outside of Nyma's classroom and walked her to the front of the school where he saw Keith standing up against Jensen's car with his hands in his pockets while girls swarmed him squealing. He looked absolutely uncomfortable as he kept his purple eyes closed, his shoulders we're squished up as close to his body as possible and he kept his head low but his skin was ghostly pale.

He, surprisingly, wasn't wearing his stupid emo getup, but rather a more modern look. He had a red hat on his head, Lance's blue sweater he took home by mistake, a pair of grey jeans with tears all over the place, and a pair of black Vans high tops. He didn't do a great job with matching colors but somehow, it worked on him, perhaps because he was born to look good?

Nyma grabbed onto Lance's arm in excitement as she pointed over to Keith, "Oh my God Lance, it's Keith Kogane!" She exclaimed in a squeal before her eyes suddenly widened with the mention of his first name. "Wait, did you mean that Keith today? Why didn't you just tell me you were friends with a Kogane?" She began to fire questions at Lance with a very annoyed tone to her voice.

Lance didn't have time to react though since Keith's little sister busted out of the car and ran over to him with sparkling brown eyes full of excitement. "Are you the Lance he's been talking about all day?" She asked.

Vivian was younger than he and Keith, but it didn't seem to bother her much as she basically fangirled over Lance of all people. Like her elder brother she was dressed casually, but she made cheap clothes look like designer clothes. She wore a pair of black jean shorts, shoes that matched with Keith who was now fighting the crowd of fangirls to get over to Lance, an American flag T-shirt, a white knee brace, and her blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail. Her face was slightly bruised, but the skin had healed relatively fast except for the cuts from the displays she and Marcia knocked over.

"Who," Nyma pushed Vivian back slightly as she hardened her gaze on the shorter girl, "are you?" She asked bitterly before grabbing onto Lance possessively making him look at her with wide blue eyes. Why was she being so rude?

Vivian narrowed her mocha colored eyes on the girl and folded her arms over her chest, "It's none of your business, bi-" a hand clamped over her mouth before she could finish her sentence and Keith yanked his little sister into his chest with this shadowed over face from the cap. He looked like he had been to a terrible war and just now came back home with how terrified his eyes were.

"Get in the car before I lose my damn mind from all these hormonal girls trying to hang on me!" Keith whisper shouted at Lance as he reached over and pulled Lance's free hand harshly in order to get him moving.

The fight to the car was rough, Keith lost his hat in the process and there was probably a freshman on the gum filled sidewalk sniffing it as she had a seizure or something. Fangirls were... psycho. Keith sat as close as he could to the door of Jensen's car as he rubbed his arms and shivered in discomfort. The backseat was full of mixed feelings; anxiety, excitement, and malice. Vivian was holding Lance's hand as she talked about what she was going to buy him at the mall while Nyma clung to his side with the ugliest look of hate on her pretty face as she glared at Vivian. Lance? Oh he sat in the middle praying for death to come to him before Nyma cut off his arm's circulation.

The mall was a short distance from the school so Jensen managed to get the four teens there without anyone being murdered by the manicured hands of Nyma. The group didn't waste time as Vivian dragged them around to different stores as she bought herself new clothing, which she probably had plenty of, but also shoved Lance into a dressing room with an armful of designer clothes for him to try on. Keith would go to strangle Lance every time Lance made a Timmy and the Alien joke under his breath so that only the Korean model could hear it before he shouted vulgar words in anger. He was a serious hothead.

"Oh my gosh Lance, what about this shirt?" Vivian pulled a shirt off the rack and held it out to him with this excited look on her face, while Nyma wandered around the store with Keith as they searched for a new red hat.

Lance looked down at Vivian and gave her a tiny smile as he looked at the Supreme shirt in her hands. He didn't like having so much attention and money spent on him alone, it made him feel guilty, but he could tell that this was probably the most fun Vivian was having in a long time. "S-sure..." Lance managed.

Vivian's face dropped as she looked down at the shirt. Her eyes lingered on it for a moment before she let out a long sigh and placed it back on the rack before hitting the back of her head with her palm. "Sorry, I just get excited when my brother brings someone else out that isn't one of his creepy emo friends. I was just a little excited, can you forgive me?" She asked.

Lance couldn't help but notice how alike she and Marcia were. Back when they were kids Marcia would react the same exact way when he brought home someone who didn't know how to play dungeons and dragons with him, he couldn't really hold this against Vivian. "Hey, don't worry about it. Marcia, the girl you fought, she's the same way, so I totally get it," Lance winked as he picked the shirt back up. "I'll go try it on for you."

Vivian gasped at Lance in awe as he walked away towards the dressing room. She was surprised he didn't hate her for causing problems with him and Nyma. Speaking of, Vivian couldn't see the tall girl with Keith anywhere. The short boy was too busy looking at two different red hats with this confused look on his face as he tried to figure out which one was better.

'If I were a pompous girl, where would I hide?' Vivian thought to herself as she looked around the store with her hand on her hips and her lips pinched together. It wasn't long until she saw Nyma by the women's section flirting with a taller guy who was clearly flustered as he tried to flirt back with her. Vivian hardened her gaze slightly on the girl as she watched her. She couldn't just assume Nyma was two timing Lance, that could cause issues with trying to set her brother up with him.

Oh yeah, Vivian totally wanted Lance and Keith to date. She listened to Keith talk all about the boy last night as they had a little sleepover in his room and binged movies together. He had this sparkle in his eyes that she hadn't seen in a while; he was genuinely happy talking about Lance and just seeing the boys together solidified her original thoughts of Keith slowly falling in love with Lance. She didn't want to screw up Keith's chances with Lance even if he wasn't aware of his own emotions at this moment.

She ducked behind a clothing rack and peeked over it in order to watch Nyma while Lance got dressed inside the dressing rooms to her right. She twirled her clearly dyed hair in her index finger, she touched the guy's arm, she laughed and bit her lips, and this was classic flirting. What a two timing wh-

"Viv, I need a smaller size..." Lance sighed from the inside of his room as he twisted the handle causing the small blonde girl to jump. She could not let him see this disgusting sight or he'd be so devastated.

She darted over to the door and clamped her hand onto the handle to prevent Lance from leaving. Thank God for her tennis body, the boy couldn't even jiggle the handle as long as she held it. "I actually have more clothing out here for you to try so let me toss them over the door for you!" She laughed awkwardly and glanced around the store in a panicked state before letting go of the door to grab a pile of shirts, pants, and even a skirt by mistake before she threw them over for Lance to try on and stall.

A freaked out customer looked at her with wide eyes, but she didn't care as she pointed to them with seriousness, "I'm trying to save a boy from heartbreak sweetie, move along!" She stated before she reached into her pockets and dug out her phone in order to call Keith.

Keith was still across the store trying to figure out what hat he wanted until his phone started ringing with the sound of Taylor Swift's Trouble. He dropped the hats as he jumped up in fright before he struggled to pull his phone out of his pockets, but he accidentally fumbled it in the process before turning red and answering the call. "What the actual fuck Vivian, I told you not to tamper with my ringtones!" He whispered angrily into the phone.

Vivian rolled her eyes as she stared at her big brother from across the store, "Oh please, your original ring tone was Beyoncé's Lemonade; I think this was an improvement, okay."

Keith pulled his phone away from his face and glared at her contact photo as he pointed at the phone. "Beyoncé is queen; you take that back right now!"

"Never mind that," Vivian growled as she looked behind her to see Nyma getting closer to the guy, "Remember what we talked about at home, the whole thing with you not trusting that bimbo? Yeah, we got a code red and you're needed to intervene right away Keith."

Keith instantly looked at Vivian and stood on his tiptoes as he tried to get a look at Nyma from across the store. He glared at the girl before he hung up the phone and rushed over to Vivian in anger. "That little jerk, I knew she was up to no good," He growled as the two of them watched the pair from behind a rack of shorts.

Vivian snapped fee photos as she looked over at her older brother, "What tactic will we go with? Do we use Fluke or Trip?" She asked him.

Keith shook his head and placed his fingers to his lips as he fell into deep thought. His bushy brows were dipped into a from as he began to speak, "I'll use the move I haven't attempted since my freshman year on Jensen's younger brother."

Vivian gasped, "You're going to go right in and use the forbidden tactic?" She whispered and tugged on his shoulder.

Keith nodded slowly and closed his eyes, "This is my fault, and I should have known this girl wasn't really falling for Lance. It's our job to protect him when he's with us," He mumbled.

Vivian nodded in agreement and grabbed a handful of shorts, "Go get 'em tiger, I got Lance over here. God speed," She turned around and rushed back over to Lance's dressing room as she threw shorts over the door. "I found more!"

"You gave me a skirt last time, is everything okay out there?" Lance asked through the door in a groan of annoyance.

Vivian looked over to see Keith walking over to the boy with Nyma next to him with confidence. "Yeah..." She said slowly as her brother ran a hand through his hair and shoved Nyma out of his way before he began to flirt with the very confused tall boy. "Everything's... it's swell."

"Swell?" Lance repeated Vivian's words out loud in confusion as he tried even more clothes on.

Vivian nodded and mentally faces palmed, "Yes, swell. Everything is perfectly swell."

It was long before Nyma pulled Keith away from the very confused boy and began to furiously talk to him with this look that could only belong to a snake like her. Keith crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at Nyma as she continued to speak to him and probably with a bitchy tone too, which definitely wouldn't go over well with Keith. Vivian braced herself to run over to her brother's aid in order to drop kick the girl if she laid a hand on Keith, but she didn't need to worry about it as Nyma walked away and out towards the food court in anger. Keith walked back to the boy and handed him his phone and waited while the boy gave him his number, then Keith winked at him and walked back to Vivian with a look of triumph on his face.

"She's waiting in the food court for us now, she knows she's been caught, but she also knows I won't tell Lance," Keith whispered to Vivian as he leaned his back against the door and crossed his arms. "She's smarter than she looks, I'll give her that."

Vivian looked out at the food court and sighed when she saw Nyma at the Starbucks buying coffee, "I shouldn't have doubted you when you told me about her... you were right that she wasn't interested in Lance. She's using him for something and we're going to find out what that something is."

"Right," Keith nodded in agreement before he knocked on the door and stood up to place his hand on the handle. "I'm coming in for a moment so get dressed."

"Wait, Keith!" Lance shouted from the inside as Keith stepped into the dressing room nonchalantly. "Why didn't you give me more time?" He whined from the inside.

"Oh no, I see your nipples!" Keith said sarcastically as a loud smacking noise sounded, "Shut up."

When the two finally finished up inside the dressing room they returned all the clothes except for the Supreme shirt and went out to the food court in order to get their food and sit with a very displeased Nyma. Everyone but that stupid bimbo got something greasy to eat and they equally enjoyed the lunch, even Lance who normally didn't eat in front of people. He was famished. It wasn't long until he had to excuse himself though, Nyma and Vivian looked at him with confusion, but Keith simply pointed to the nearest bathroom as he understood what it was about.

Today had been so good for Lance, but he just never seemed to be able to run away from his problem, could he? He pushed open the men's bathroom door and quickly rushed over to the first stall forgetting to lock it and then proceeded to collapse to the floor. He consumed so many calories that day it was going to throw off his entire system. He leaned over the toilet and stared down into the water as he began to feel his stomach rumbling as it got ready to do the one thing he did religiously, but today was differently. He didn't want to be different, he wanted to be normal and even if he was feeling dizzy and hot he wasn't going to let his lunch spill out so easily.

He sucked in a little breath as he punched his stomach, ignoring the pain from his bruise. "Stay down," he told himself before punching his stomach again, "Come on damnit, stay the hell down!"

He willed himself to be normal. He had to be. Tears began to well up in his eyes as his throat tightened in order to prepare itself for his purging. Why couldn't he just do this one thing? He wanted to be normal damnit, why couldn't he be given that privilege? "Please..." His voice cracked before he felt the bile rise into his throat.

The stall opened before locking behind him. He didn't even notice until Keith knelt down next to him and placed his hand onto his back and quietly whispered to him, "Shhh, everything will be okay, Lance. Don't worry," He stroked the top of Lance's ruffled brown hair and hummed quietly while the boy lost his lunch he had been trying to keep down so desperately.

Keith's purple eyes focused on the graffiti on the walls as Lance did his own thing and cried. "You'll be okay Lance, I promise," He closed his eyes and rubbed the boy's back while he played with his hair.

"I'm here now."

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Journal entry #2 by Lance McClain

Today was one of the worst days for me...

It hurts to even talk about it. I wanted to be normal, I wanted to be someone Nyma wants to be by, but I just couldn't manage to even hold down my food. And the worst part of all this? Keith was the one to comfort me. Why? I don't need his protection. It should have been Nyma to help me, but Keith came instead and sat with me the entire time and hummed to cover the noises of me puking like a fucking freak. I don't ever want to see his face again, seeing him will make me cry in shame. I relate today to my bulimia because it screwed up my perfectly AMAZING day.

I want to just disappear; no one would even care anyways.

-Lance.

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Journal entry #2 by Keith Kogane

I relate today to my cancer because when I held Lance after he finished up throwing up, he reminded me when I was diagnosed with cancer. He was at his weakest as he cried into my chest and shook uncontrollably. I did the same but... I was alone. I didn't have friends to hold me closely and whisper to me for comfort, I only had my tears and pathetic cries to keep me company. I don't want Lance to feel alone anymore but... I just don't know how to show that to him without lashing out like an idiot.

I'm sorry, Lance.

-Hotheaded gay

So this happened. I didn't really even intend on ending this chapter like that but I felt like it was needed, Lance needs to learn he isn't alone when it comes to his bulimia right?

So the last chapter, Allura. Please don't whine about the third main character not being the one of the others, there is a reason she is a main character. Trust me, I'm a writer.

I hope y'all have a good night/day
-Anri