There are errors in this chapter and I am aware of that. This weekend I will be fixing the errors in these three chapters of this book so please point them out to make my life easier, thank you.

Also correct my Spanish if it is wrong, I failed Spanish class so I am not an expert ;-;

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Today was the day Lance would either be doomed to complete and total hermit status or if he would even be able to make a friend. One friend would honestly be enough for him. He sat up in his bed and winced as his stomach growled, he hadn't eaten much of anything yesterday and what he did have didn't stay in his system for too long, so he hasn't gotten any sort of nutrients.

He stood in front of his mirror with a look of indecisiveness on his face as he held two separate sweaters up to his body. One was a beige color while the other one was a light blue with two white stripes on either sleeve. He had been trying to choose what to wear to the support group meeting for well over an hour now; he tends to over think things a little too much. On today's existential crisis in Lance's head; if he wore beige would he look too bland but if he wore the soft blue sweater with the this stripes would he look like he was trying too hard at trying to be noticed?

Lance felt like dropping to the floor dramatically where he would lay for the next few minutes before throwing on a hoodie and leaving the house looking like garbage which would seal his fate as a loner. Why was it so hard to choose a sweater to go with his jeans?

It was like a choice between life and death, it was so hard. "Blue or beige, Lance," Lance stated out loud as he frowned deeply and held the beige sweater up to his torso. "This is not going to be another family reunion situation again."

"I think I would honestly die if it ended up like the last reunion where you took three hours to decide on an outfit that looked like barney barfed on you," Vincent laughed from Lance's doorway making the young man jump out of his skin as he dropped his clothes and squinted to focus on his brother's blurry figure.

Lance couldn't exactly see what Vincent looked like since he wasn't wearing his contact lenses or even his thick glasses that made him feel stupid when he wore them outside. "Don't joke about my outfit, I got chewed out by grandma over that," Lance shivered as he remembered how his grandmother slapped the top of his head with her shoe for looking like a complete idiot during the last family reunion.

Vincent pushed off the doorway and walked inside to grab the blue sweater. Now that he was closer, Lance could see that he was wearing his lounging clothing that consisted of a coffee stained grey shirt that said 'Mondays aren't my thing' and a pair of sweatpants that seemed way too baggy for his own good. His hair was stuck in bed head mode speaking how the left side of it was matted down while other parts of it stuck out at awkward angles on his head.

He looked at Lance's mirror for a moment before he took the blue sweater off of its hangar to push into Lance's chest with a soft smile. "Blue suits you best and horizontal stripes make you look wider while vertical stripes make you look taller."

Lance wrapped his arms around the sweater, "Oh, thanks but why are you up so early, Vinny?" Lance inquired as he slid the sweater on over his black shirt before he flattened in out on his body. The sleeves were just a bit too long but otherwise, it was a perfect fit on him.

Vincent shrugged as he scratched his head, "I'm driving you to the support group since mom wants to make sure that Patrick doesn't torture Heidi again," He yawned before he slumped his shoulders, "She doesn't trust me with three elementary kids."

Lance laughed and began to walk to the bathroom right outside of his room and to the right, "You can't even keep track of Christian, Vinny, of course she won't let you watch our siblings."

Vincent made a bilious face, "I watch and teach children for a living, I'm more than capable of keeping three kids occupied for hours!" He said defensively.

Lance chuckled even more before he grabbed his hairbrush on top of the sink and combed out his wavy hair to make it straight once more before he began working on getting his contacts in his eyes. "I don't think our siblings and your son would sit down for eight hours to do writing prompts to be honest, Vincent," Lance stated as he blinked until the blurriness was gone from his vision and he could see his brother from any distance.

They argued over pointless things as they got ready for Lance's support group meeting that morning. It took a good ten minutes for Vincent to even get the left side of his hair to look presentable before he had to go and get changed into something more adult like in appearance; a green button up shirt with a pair of black jeans. He wasn't much for looking classy. They hurried out to Vincent's car before the man put the address into his GPS and got on the road, playing rap music rather loudly as he sang along with it trying to not dance as he drove.

Lance sat on his phone as he tried to not laugh at his brother out loud while he recorded it for his mother to watch later on. "Vincent," Lance smiled slightly as he sent the video of his brother rapping poorly to a Spanish song as he danced at a red light, "Do you ever listen to pop music or anything other than Spanish rap?" Lance asked out of pure curiosity.

Vincent pursed his lips slightly as he carefully went through his music library to find a new song that would please Lance whilst he drove through the traffic with ease. "Of course I do, I wouldn't want my coworkers to stereotype me for what I listen to when I roll into the parking lot," He frowned before his brown eyes settled on a song that made him perk up nearly instantly, "Ah, here! Now this is what I listen to on school days kid."

He tapped on a song and the car went silent as he gently set his phone back down then, in a matter of seconds, Justin Bieber began to play at an alarmingly loud volume. "Oh dear god," Lance looked at his brother with wide eyes, "How have your coworkers not disowned you yet?"

"Because everyone likes Sorry," Vincent stated bluntly in a serious tone before he began to dance in the seat rather poorly, "Is it too late now to say that I'm sorry?"

Lance couldn't help but admit to himself that he did actually enjoy some of Justin Bieber's music, especially the song his brother was practically screaming along to, but he wasn't going to let his brother know he liked pop music artists like Ariana Grande or Beyoncé anytime soon. "Oh my god, you're so embarrassing!" Lance laughed uncontrollably from the passenger's seat of the Prius.

"I finally got you to laugh at my stupidity!" Vincent exclaimed in complete triumph before he head banged to the chorus of Sorry. "God, I wish you would smile that much at home but, I guess that's impossible while Marcia acts like a bitch all the time to you."

Lance wiped away a tear from his eye before he leaned back in his seat to look out his window quietly. He loved his brother for always trying to make his day when it was obvious he wasn't in a good mood, but he didn't like it when his siblings would insult each other behind one another's backs. It wasn't what family should do, it was what fake friends would do and Lance despised that behavior. "I don't mind Marcia, she just wants to have friends so, I understand her," Lance said quietly as he looked at his phone to see no new notifications.

He hoped that he would at least make one new friend at the meeting today, that's all he wanted; just one. "You may not mind, but mom and I do, Lance," Vincent stated as he turned down the music to talk to his younger brother, "You two used to be two peas in a pod when you were growing up, there was never a single thing that could tear you two apart until middle school."

"You mean around the time my habit started?" Lance remarked harshly as he remembered the word Vincent had used to describe Lance's condition.

Vincent's hands tightened on the steering wheel as he frowned. He knew why Lance was so upset by that word, it was what their father would say to describe the problems Lance suffered from and it made him feel like shit to hear it. "You know I didn't mean it like that, I was just trying to be gentle about it, is all," Vincent tried to defend himself until the GPS announced that they reached their destination with the next turn.

They were right outside of a large church with a sign outside sticking up from the ground showing the opening hours of the church. Lance frowned slightly as he watched a tall, colored girl with platinum blonde hair placed in a bun walk into the church timidly. Lance was sitting up straight in his seat as he tried to catch another glimpse of the young girl who couldn't have been any older than him.

"Looks like you've got a crush already," Vincent smiled warmly as his car came to a stop outside the church doors. "Go get her champ!" He gave Lance a thumbs up as his little brother turned red in his ears.

Lance shook his head, "I don't have a crush on anyone, and I didn't even see her face!" He exclaimed as he slid his phone into his pocket and opened the door to step outside.

"If you didn't have a crush already," Vincent leaned over as he switched his music back over to his crappy rap music, "Then how did you know I was talking about that girl?" He smirked smugly.

Lance felt his face drop as he slammed the door shut roughly, a muffled shouting of anger sounded from the inside of the car as Vincent raged over the fact Lance slammed his second child's door shut. "I do not have a crush!" Lance nearly shouted outside as he stormed away from the white Prius.

A car door slammed from behind Lance and he noticed a chubby boy his age walking away from a white truck with a nervous look on his face. He was definitely going to the group counseling with how he carried himself. He was hunched over as if he was trying to hide from the world around him and he picked at his nails as his brown eyes glanced around quickly with anxiety. He wore a yellow bandana on his head and a brown shirt with a pair of grey cargo shorts.

Lance held the door open for the boy as he got closer, "You okay?" Lance asked as the bandana guy awkwardly thanked him and stepped inside.

He looked at Lance with wide eyes, "Who me?" He asked in surprise.

Lance stepped in after him and glanced around to find that only them and a young man were in the room, but the young man was a receptionist at the desk in front of a large painting of Jesus Christ. "Yeah, I think I was talking to you..." He repeated himself slowly.

"S-Sorry, I'm not uh-" the darker colored boy hesitated before he said anything else, "I'm Hunk," he held his hand out awkwardly.

Lance smiled as he shook his hand, "I'm Lance, I'm here for a support group meeting and I'm guessing you are too?" He raised a thin eyebrow curiously.

Hunk shook his head enthusiastically, "Yeah, my mom and dad thought it would help with my anxiety if I came to these support group meetings and talked to other people about my problems outside of family," He seemed to be slightly relived at how friendly Lance was being.

Lance smiled widely and nodded, "My school counselor and mom thought this would be a good way to help me through my problems as well since we haven't had luck with normal doctors yet," Lance admitted.

Hunk tilted his head slightly, "What is your-"

Before he could even say anymore, the door behind them whipped open to reveal a shorter boy in all black step inside with a look of annoyance on his face when he saw the large portrait of Jesus. He was wearing black torn jeans, a chain on his belt loops, a black shirt that said 'This is my design', and you guess it, black eye liner. Lance cringed at the sight of his hair by accident; who even had mullets anymore? That style died as fast as it reared its ugly head in the seventies.

"I'm here for that shitty support group thing," The boy stated bluntly as Lance and Hunk stared at him with equally shocked faces.

Lance couldn't believe his eyes, a boy probably younger than him with how short he was, was swearing so openly in a church and was wearing, well black. The receptionist stared at the boy as if he were Satan before he pointed to the doors straight to their right, "May I suggest that you take one of our pamphlets about Jesus as well?" He asked the mullet headed goth.

The boy frowned before he turned the other way, "I believe in science, not fairy tales."

This was going to be so much fun. Lance gulped slightly before he looked at Hunk awkwardly, "I guess we should go inside too."

"Y-Yeah," Hunk walked close behind Lance as they approached the door that the weird boy disappeared inside of, "I hope he's the only one like that."

"Me too big guy, me too."

Lance pushed open the door to see a small circle of four teens sitting in chairs with an adult between two of them and two open spots next to each other across from the redhead woman. Lance turned red as he noticed the girl had seen earlier, she was absolutely beautiful. She was a person of color like he and Hunk but she was just stunning. She had beautiful blue eyes, platinum blonde hair, barely visible freckles and she wore one of those skater dresses that had a white collar. The main part of it was pink and she wore pearl jewelry to go along with it and a paint of white wedge heels. She was definitely way out of Lance's league.

Next to her was probably the youngest member of the group. Lance couldn't tell whether they were a boy or girl with the way they dressed, but they had short sandy brown hair and round glasses kind of like Harry Potter's in those famous movies everyone loved. They wore a green sweatshirt, a pair of shorts, and an old pair of tennis shoes.

On the other side of the counselor was a boy, definitely a senior, with an ugly scar stretching across the bridge of his nose. He had an undercut with his black, messy fringe probably to distract everyone from his scar which sadly, didn't work. He was Asian like the goth kid who took the seat next to him and played with his gloves, but unlike the weird kid, the senior wore a purple button up shirt and a pair of black pants with canvas shoes. He and the pretty girl were the best dressed compared to everyone else, so it probably meant they came from rich families; the goth kid definitely wasn't from a wealthy family and Lance was willing to bet money on it.

Out of kindness, Lance let Hunk take the seat next to the youngest member who had their feet on their seat as they hugged their knees awkwardly, while Lance seated himself next to the rude kid who was giving him a side glare. "Looks like everyone made it!" The ginger woman wearing a mixture of bright colors stated with a giddy tone. She clapped her hands together and looked down at her neon pink clipboard with a smile, "My name is Olivia Rose and I'll be your counselor so please just call me Olivia since we'll be together for the year round counseling sessions."

Lance could see that everyone was slightly uncomfortable with being there. He was glad he wasn't the only one but just sitting next to that weird kid was making him extra uncomfortable with how much he was looking at Lance. Slowly Lance crossed his legs and scooted down in his seat as he tried to ignore the burning gaze from the purple eyed weirdo. "So we'll start the group session off by introducing ourselves and then on Wednesday we'll begin talking about our problems and just try to become closer than what we are, since our goal here at the Sunshine group is to create bonds that will last a lifetime!" Olivia announced with excitement before she gently touched Lance's crush on her shoulder, "How about you start sweetie."

The girl seemed surprised as she looked around the circle and turned red as she lowered her gaze once she met eyes with the guy with the scar. "Um," she began to pick at the ends of her dress, "My name is Allura Romero and I have Dysthymia and I am eighteen," She mumbled quietly.

"Everyone say hi to Allura," Olivia said as she rubbed Allura's shoulder reassuringly.

The group made terrible attempts at even speaking up to say 'Hello' to the girl, only Lance and the senior were able to really make their hellos sound enthusiastic. No one wanted to be there and that was obvious. Olivia gave a forced smile as she tried to move on, "Now you can introduce yourself sweetie," She told the youngest member.

The short haired person sat up and adjusted their glasses, "My name is Katie Holt, I'm fourteen and I suffer from gender dysphoria," She stated before adding in, "Just use female pronouns please, since I'm used to those."

"Everyone say hi to Katie," Olivia stated again.

"Hi Katie..." The group of teens sounded like zombies as they tried to make an effort so early in the morning.

"Next!"

Hunk stiffened up as his eyes widened. Lance instantly felt bad and wished he could have introduced the anxious fluff ball himself, but he didn't know much about Hunk so he wasn't able to swoop in and save the day. Hunk began to pick at his nails again as he lowered his head, "M-My name is uh- it's Hunk and I h-have social anxiety. I'm also eighteen."

Lance was surprised by the fact that he was younger than Hunk simply because he thought Hunk was his age, but it didn't matter. The group said hi to Hunk and now it was Lance's turn. He didn't want to go, and he could feel his stomach trying to make his nervousness known as it twisted up and made him feel sick. Lance ruffled his hair anxiously as he tried to muster up enough courage to even mutter his name out loud but he didn't want to introduce himself; what if they all hated him for his condition like everyone did at school?

"Cat got your tongue?" The goth kid joked next to Lance causing Lance to immediately forget his anxiety as he looked at the younger boy with a frown.

He was smirking smugly at Lance and his purple eyes were burning with rebellious intent in them. "N-No, sorry," Lance grumbled before he lowered his hand and looked around the group before blushing as he met Allura's gaze. "I'm Lance McClain, I'm seventeen and I suffer from uh-"

Lance felt his voice get caught up in his throat as he pulled at his sweater. 'Come on Lance just say it so you won't embarrass yourself in front of Allura!' He thought to himself as he straightened his posture, "I have bulimia nervosa," he managed to say before he instantly regretted it.

The boy next to him dropped his gaze quickly and looked away from Lance causing Lance great concern as he noticed the other members looking slightly uncomfortable. "Hi Lance..." The group said in the smallest voice he had heard which made him feel as if he had dropped a bomb on an entire civilization; in other words, shit. He felt like shit.

"My name is Keith Kogane," the goth said and immediately Allura's eyes widened as she let out a small gasp that she covered with her hand before apologizing quickly. Lance raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched Keith talk; he seemed familiar in some way. "I am seventeen and I have liver cancer," Keith stated nonchalantly, "Oh, for the second time actually."

"Hi Keith," the group said a little louder than last time, but Allura remained silent as she watched Keith from afar. Lance instantly felt a rivalry forming between him and Keith.

The senior sat up and gave a weak smile as he rubbed his right arm, "Hi, I'm Takashi Shirogane. Just call me Shiro please, since I know my name is a bit of a mouthful," the group let out a quiet bit of laughter as they smiled slightly. Shiro seemed to ease the tension in the room by just talking, "I'm nineteen and I suffer from PTSD."

"May I ask what your PTSD stems from?" Olivia wrote down everyone's names on her little clipboard, "Just so we know to avoid certain topics that could be possibly harmful to your health."

"Child abuse and sexual assault."

The smiles on everyone's faces suddenly disappeared as if they had been erased. No one would have even thought that Shiro was the victim of sexual assault and child abuse, but then again no one here seemed to show that they even had a problem except for Hunk and Lance. "Oh..." Even Olivia seemed taken back by the response as she scribbled something out on her clipboard. "Everyone say-"

"Hi Shiro," the group interrupted Olivia as they said hi to the eldest member aside from the counselor.

Olivia cracked her knuckles quickly before she clapped her hands together, "So, now that we got introductions out of the way I want you six to exchange phone numbers and create a chat so that you can all text each other outside of these sessions," She announced as she passed the clipboard to Allura once she turned the page over to show a blank one. "We like to have our members talk to each other outside of these sessions and at every meeting we do a recap of your texts and talk about what you guys enjoy talking about."

Allura took the clipboard and wrote her number down on the paper quickly before she passed it over to Katie who took her precious time with it. "What else do we do in this hell hole, buddy systems?" Keith asked sarcastically.

Olivia's eyebrow twitched slightly as she looked at Keith with a glare, "We do actually, but we place people who are incompatible with one another together so that you two can work out your issues and we make it an assignment to hang out with them every day to get to know one another," Olivia stated in a matter-of-fact tone as she watched Lance scribble his number onto the paper.

Lance noticed how beautiful Allura's handwriting was and he couldn't help but smile slightly as he handed it over to Keith who reluctantly wrote on it. "So you decide the groups based on our texts, don't you?" Katie asked as she hugged her knees again.

Olivia nodded, "Precisely, you're a smart one Katie. Oh yeah Shiro," Olivia turned her attention to the boy next to her, "Go ahead and start the chat right now so that you all won't forget about it."

"Sure!" Shiro smiled as he took out his phone and began to set up the chat.

"On Wednesday I will be assigning your first partners and then we'll begin to swap them around," Olivia began to inform the group on how the buddy system would work, "You'll end the buddy system with someone that you're either compatible with or not, but either way at the end of our first year we'll all be like a family," she smiled sweetly.

"This makes me want to throw up my breakfast," Keith snorted as he crossed his arms.

Lance lowered his gaze down to the carpeted floor as he tried to ignore the fact that Keith sounded sort of like his twin that hated him. "Keith, be mindful of what you say around the other members!" Olivia scolded the boy.

Keith gave Lance the side eye before he rolled his purple eyes, "Sorry."

The rest of the hour was spent talking about everyone's interests in life. Allura wanted to become a politician and perhaps even the first woman President, Katie wanted to become a scientist that worked at NASA, Hunk wanted to be a chef, Shiro wanted to become a NASA worker as well but Keith and Lance were the only two who didn't have an answer to that stereotypical question every teen got asked; what do you want to be when you're older?

The group disbanded once it turned twelve and everyone seemed to have someone drive them to the meeting as they walked out to the parking lot to get in a car. Lance talked to Hunk and Katie as the three of them walked to the front of the church while laughing at each other's jokes. Lance felt happy for the first time in years, he wasn't being judged for having bulimia and it made him feel special. Keith stormed past them as straight over to an expensive sports car where a woman ran out with her arms stretched out.

"Oh Keith, how was it?" She asked as she showered the short boy in kisses on his cheeks.

Lance and the others couldn't help but chuckle as they watched Keith struggle against who they thought was his mother, "Stop it, Sandra!" Keith exclaimed in frustration as he got in the car and slammed the door shut to start yelling at the happy lady from inside the vehicle.

Allura seemed to be ashamed of herself as she got into a car with an older looking man with dusty brown hair and green eyes. Lance frowned as he watched the man smile at her inside of the BMW before he drove off with her, then the familiar Prius drove around to the front before a small girl opened the back door to go running out of it in order to tackle Lance.

"Lancey!" Heidi exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around Lance while Vincent struggled to get his seat belt off in order to close the back door before anymore of the children could escape. It looked like his mother trusted Vincent with the kids and he was already failing at it.

Lance smiled as he scooped up his little sister and began to introduce her to his two friends, "Heidi, these are my new friends," Lance pointed to Katie who smiled at the tiny girl in Lance's arms, "That's Katie and this is Hunk."

"Who's that guy with the white and black hair?" Heidi pointed to Shiro who was getting into a car with an older looking woman who looked exhausted.

Lance smiled at Shiro as he met his gaze and waved, "That's Shiro, he's a nice guy but, I'm not really friends with him yet," Lance stated.

"He's kind of like the dad of the group," Katie stated. "He made everyone feel better."

Hunk nodded in agreement as Vincent motioned for Lance to get his rear in the car, "Come on Lance, I got to bring the kids to the park so they can tire themselves out and so that I can hit on pretty mothers!" Vincent exclaimed in an urgent tone.

Lance turned bright red as his friends laughed in amusement. "Eres un stupido elephante!" Lance shouted as he glared at his brother.

Vincent's face screwed up as he threw his hands into the air, "Qué chingados?" He exclaimed.

Heidi gasped and looked at Lance before she began to laugh, "Vincent said fu-"

Lance covered his sister's mouth with his hand before she could translate what their brother said, "Heidi, do not repeat what Vincent said! He has a dirty mouth you should never listen to him!"

He said his goodbyes to his friends before he buckled Heidi in and took the front seat next to his brother. "I guess the meeting went well since you have friends now?" Vincent raised an eyebrow as he fixed his hair.

Lance rolled his eyes as the Prius began to drive off, "Yeah it did, but why did mom trust you with the kids? All you're going to do is use them to get Christian a new mom."

"I'm getting a mommy?" Christian asked in excitement.

"No sweetie, sorry," Vincent glanced up at the rearview mirror and apologized to his son before he punched Lance's leg gently. "Shut up you idiot and I am very responsible you know. Mom wanted to go out with her friends so I thought these three would like to go to the park to play with you."

"Oh," Lance looked down at his phone and smiled as he looked at how the group chat was going off at a normal rate as everyone tried to start an awkward conversation. "I think I'll like that," he whispered before he joined in the conversation and began to talk to people his age for the first time in years.

It felt like a whole new world had been opened up to him and he was ready for the ups and downs he'd have to deal with.

Thanks for reading chapter three of Beautiful Disasters, how do you like it so far?

During Lance and Vincent's Spanish exchange this is the sorta direct translation
Eres un stupido elephante = you're a stupid elephant

Qué chingados = what the fuck

As I stated at the start of this chapter, I'll be editing this story this weekend probably during my family dinner tomorrow since I'll be at a restaurant and I don't really talk to my family that much because I am a quiet child so hopefully I can find time for editing :)

Constructive criticism is welcomed!

Have a great day,

Anri