I am back but with a slightly shorter chapter since this was kind of a quick one and unplanned. I wanted to write an Allura chapter to see how y'all would like it but I couldn't get it right so I'll save it for another time I suppose.

The 'Mi Sol' in this chapter is on purpose so don't worry about trying to tell me it should be 'Mi hijo'. I have a Spanish translator that corrects me whenever I'm wrong, but I purposely put 'My sun' rather than 'My son'.

Enjoy and point out any error you see!

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That guy was so stupid; he was so rude, and worst of all he had a damn mullet! Lance was infuriated as he sat at the dinner table with his arms crossed over his chest, his finger tapping a mile a minute against his upper arm as he stared down at his dinner with a frown full of hatred on his face. He didn't want to eat, especially when he was so angry over the fact that Keith had tried to fight him in a police station of all places, what a complete idiot! Lance snorted to himself as he remembered the black eye Marcia had given Keith. He deserved it, he was a dick.

Lance's mother gave her son a soft look as she looked across the table at him. "Mi sol," his mother reached out to place her hand flat against the surface of the table, "What's wrong? Is your stomach okay, or is it that you're not hungry?"

Marcia sat to Lance's right as she frowned down at her food, gently poking it with a bilious look on her face. Her face was bruised badly; she had a black eye that was bloodshot, a cut on her eyebrow, a deep bruise on her cheekbone, and even a small cut on her chin showed the struggle she had had with a tennis player in a mall.

"Lance is fine mom, he's just upset because Marcia's actions almost got him into trouble with the girl's brother she fought," Vincent stated with his son on his lap as he ate his food while the little boy dozed off peacefully holding his favorite teddy bear. Their youngest siblings were spending the night at their father's to avoid letting them see Marcia and witness the talk they were to have at any moment now.

Marcia clutched her fork tightly and frowned, "It was all his fault, he should've been punched by Keith..." She muttered under her breath as her blue gaze focused on her steak in pure anger, she could've set the world on fire with the anger within her irises.

Lance glared at his sister and began drumming his finger on his arm harder as he tried to contain his annoyance. "It wasn't my fault at all Marcia, you're the one who punched him and fought his sister! I have to deal with Keith at my support group now, what will I do Wednesday when I see him?" He exclaimed.

Vincent sighed a little as he looked down to see his kid frowning in his sleep from the commotion. Mrs. McClain pulled her hand to rest it over her chest as worry took over aging face, "Who's this Keith fellow? Should I take you out of your group or-" she was so concerned with Lance's safety that she didn't even notice her eldest daughter getting worked up for a round two but with her brother this time.

"He called me by your name you know!" Marcia slammed her fork down and lifted her face up to finally look Lance in the eyes, "If you were such a freak I wouldn't have lashed out, why do you look like me! It isn't fair you know I deal with your bullying too!" Her eyes were beginning to water now and Lance felt as if his heart had been cut out of his chest. Marcia's bottom lip trembled slightly as she looked around the table to see wide eyes full of bewilderment. "I try so hard to cover my resemblance to you but no matter how hard I try to make myself look more like all the other girls I'm still that girl who's related to that freak of nature!"

Lance was at loss for words as his hands fell into his lap slowly, everything had escalated so fast and he hasn't even had a chance to process exactly why his sister was about ready to burst into tears in front of him. His worry about Keith vanished and his anger had been turned into dirty, disgusting guilt. He felt like someone had dumped tar over his head and made sure that it was extra sticky to the point where he couldn't rub it off no matter how hard he tried. He felt shame for even being brought into the world, he felt sickened by the fact that he wasn't normal, but just a walking disaster on two legs. That's all he was, a mistake made by mother nature herself from all the bad karma of the world. He wanted to go back to his middle school self and stop himself from throwing up his meal for the first time when he heard that someone had been making fun of his chubby figure.

He wanted to go back and fix himself and tell his old self he was going to be okay or maybe that he'd be a ladies man in the future; any lie that could spare his sister from the heartbreak she suffered from. "Marcia I-" Lance reached his hand out to comfort the girl, but thought twice about it as he looked down at his lap and dug his nails into his pants bitterly.

"You all think I'm a bitch," she stated as she slowly stood up and wiped at her face as she winced in pain. "I can't help that I feel worthless when I'm compared to him, and that girl I fought was a stupid bimbo anyways. It shouldn't matter what injury I caused her. Her parents have the money to fix her up anyways, they're rich unlike us."

Their mother stood up and grabbed her daughter to pull her into a hug, but was pushed away, "Marcia, you're better than this," Mrs. McClain said softly as she didn't take Marcia's push as a no. She reached her arms out to try for another hug, but was once again refused it. "Lance is a blessing to our family and so are you, don't listen to those children at school, they don't understand the struggles of life."

"But don't they?" Marcia stared down at her mom with resentment in her eyes before she looked up at Vincent who was covering his son's ears. "I'm tired of having Lance around me all the time. Once a freak," Her blue gaze slowly settled on Lance as her face darkened into hatred, "Always a freak."

"Marcia!" Vincent shouted suddenly, he was no longer concerned with keeping Christian asleep at this point as he slammed his hand on the table aggressively. "Enough of this! Our family has been through enough already, so why do you try to make Lance feel like the world is against him all the time? Get over your issues already and grow the hell up!" His brown eyes were burning with deep seeded anger as he glared at his sister with seriousness.

"Oh but-" their mother began an attempt to calm the dinner table down, but she didn't get the chance to when Marcia shoved past her and walked through the back door to sit outside.

Lance couldn't get that disgusting feeling to go away and it made his stomach gurgle in a sickening feeling that was all too familiar. He stood up abruptly and slapped one hand against his stomach and the other onto his mouth causing his mother and brother to look at him with wide eyes before they relaxed slightly understanding what was about to happen. He looked down at his uneaten food and felt the feeling grow worse as he rushed by his family and straight to the bathroom in the next room over as he lost his lunch from the park that day. He felt gross, like he was covered in slime that coated his skin in this thick green liquid. He was a freak, wasn't he, but there was nothing he could do to stop himself from doing what he did. It wasn't like he wanted to do it, his body and desires never connected to create a whole being; they were entirely separate with minds of their own and he was a victim.

The cleanup of the dinner table was easy and fast since none of them even whispered a word to each other. They put away the leftovers, scrubbed the dishes clean, and went off to their bedrooms to settle down for the night and try to forget everything that had happened. Lance laid in bed staring at his phone screen as he went through the group chat with a small, unnoticeable smile on his lips as he looked at all of the memes he and Katie had traded, while Allura complained about how the youth should care more about politics and who would be leading their country in the future when they could vote. He closed his texts before opening Instagram to find himself staring at one of the recommended accounts being displayed; Keith Kogane. It was like he couldn't get away from the weird kid and it erased his memory of dinner as he frowned and tapped on the professionally shot profile picture of Keith wearing a white suit jacket and a black dress shirt as he looked off into the distance on a red background. His eyes stood out the most like amethysts in a red hot fire that seemed to be full of so many emotions at once; disappointment, reluctance, rebellion, and even sadness.

Lance breathed out a long sigh as he skimmed over the bio;

Keith Kogane

Cancer survivor, model, child actor, LGBTQ+ supporter.

Likes cats and koi fish.

It was so plain for someone so...so Keith. The guy was a walking freak show with his weird getup of black and emo clothes worn, and what was with his normal public school kid look he had earlier that day when he had tried to kick Lance's ass for his own mistakes. He was hardly a cancer survivor, he had gotten it again and he obviously hated that fact, he was definitely a model with how many followers he had, but Lance could not recognize him from any movie or show he had seen in his entire life. Well, he had never seen an angry, emo little boy with a mullet in any of the movies from his childhood. Keith was most definitely a cat person; he probably had a million of them and probably slept in a luxury bed full of cat fur but him, a fish person? The thought was ridiculous!

Lance skimmed the profile, tapping certain pictures to get a closer look at them and to read some of the craziest comments one could only see famous people get like, 'Have my babies, Keith!' or even 'Daddy!' With a bunch of questionable emoticons following it. No wonder the kid was a wreck; he dealt with weird people trying to get his attention on social media, who knew what he had to deal with in real life.

Lance continued in his stalking session as he went deeper and deeper into the account to pull up a photo of Keith with shorter hair. He looked happier in this one, his smile stretched ear to ear and his eyes were full of pure happiness. He was surrounded by wild flowers and he wore a red shirt with a pair of shorts exposing his pale legs. Lance couldn't help but feel himself grow happy at the sight of this photo; it was as if Keith's smile was contagious. Lance rolled over onto his back and held his phone in the air before he began to read his rival's caption on the photo;

'Today marks the first cancer free day of my life after two years. I have never felt so light before, it's like a dreadful weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I'm ready to go back to working again and perhaps even ready to back to school. I missed being outside with nature; I'm complete again.'

Lance stared at the caption as he reread it and looked at the picture of the smiling boy. He had been so happy knowing he would be able to get out of the hospital and be normal again, where he could strut around town and do anything he wanted to do without any handicaps preventing him from living his life as a normal boy. Lance could feel himself on the verge of forgiving the shorter boy as he stared at his phone screen, who could be upset at someone so innocent? His enjoyment was cut short when his phone slipped out of his hands and fell straight into his face causing him to squeak in pain as his nose began to throb harshly.

"Ack!" He exclaimed as he fumbled for the iPhone in his bed only to feel his heart drop, "Oh shit..." He whispered as he sat up and held his phone in shaky hands. He had accidentally liked the photo from a few months ago during his struggle and he understood what he had to do.

He tried to unlike it, but his phone froze up with perfect timing on Keith's smiling face while Lance began hyperventilating in fear. "Oh sweet baby Jesus have mercy on my soul!" He whined as he tapped his phone screen with such intensity that he would have broken he glass if he went any harder on it.

His life had come to an end, he had been caught red handed in his stalking. Keith would surely tell everyone in the chat about this stupid mistake and mark Lance as a creeper or worse, a pervert. He was beginning to despair over the crazy scenarios playing through his head as he flopped over in his bed with his hand hung over the side of the bed, with his frozen phone in it while his other hand covered his pained eyes.

Keith would turn everyone against him; his friends Katie and Hunk would hate him and never speak to him. Shiro would ignore him and never tell him another joke, and Allura would probably tell him that he was a sick freak who deserved to die. This was the end of his life, what a cruel ride it gave him. Then his phone buzzed as it unfroze and he felt so overjoyed that he fell out of his bed rolling over to look at his phone to see what had made it vibrate.

He landed on the floor in a muffled thud and groaned as he looked at his notifications to see that Keith had requested to follow him. His face turned red hot as he stared at the follow request from the boy done up in white and black. This was so embarrassing. Lance rested his chin down on his floor in defeat as he pressed the accept button and allowed Keith to look at his terrible profile that only family followed, which happened to just be thirty people reaching out to his cousins and people from family gatherings. Why was his life so complicated?

He watched in anticipation as he waited for his direct messages to pop up with a '1' mark that would let him know that Keith was about to drag him out of annoyance. "My social life is dead; it was killed before it even began!" Lance sang quietly to himself as he sprawled out on the floor with a sigh of defeat. He continued to sing pitifully as he waited five, ten, even fifteen minutes until he felt his phone buzz slightly in his hand. This time he was rather reluctant to look as he pulled the phone close to his despondent face to see what Satan has presented to him.

'Keith Kogane liked your photo.'

That was something Lance didn't expect to see as he frowned and tapped the notification to get a closer look at it. It was a photo of him and Marcia when they were in their last year of middle school holding hands on the beach as they smiled and waved at the camera. Vincent was between them with his ex as they held their arms around either Lance or Marcia with so much love in their eyes. Lance's mother had taken the photo while she just had Heidi, the five year old sibling of Lance's, so she was taking the photo from behind a stroller with her two youngest in it as they stayed out of the hot sun. Vincent's ex would be pregnant a month after the photo before she left him ten months later.

Lance felt a sense of nostalgia as he stared at the photo quietly. It reminded him of better days, seeing his chubby little body made him seem almost happy knowing that Marcia was elated to have him as a brother before he had been diagnosed with bulimia. 'Why did he like this photo?' Lance questioned in his head as he stared at the photo until a comment appeared on it from Keith.

'An eye for an eye,' it read and Lance felt his entire existence piece itself back together. Keith had purposefully stalked Lance's profile to like an old photo of his like Lance had done, but why? What was he to gain from it?

"This is too much in one night!" Lance whined as he childishly kicked the floor and dragged himself onto his bed.

Did this mean Keith wasn't mad at him anymore for his mistake that day? It wouldn't change the fact that he was still Lance's rival though, since Allura had the hots for Keith, but it did change Lance's view of Keith slightly. Slightly. Not much, but just a little.

He shamefully went back and added that picture of a smiling Keith to his 'favorites' collection before he shut his phone off for the night, pulling his blankets over his head and squeezed his eyes shut for the final time on Saturday night.

He would have to see what Wednesday would bring him wouldn't he?

I hope you enjoyed that chapter, leave constructive criticism if you wish to do so or leave suggestions in the comments of what you might want to see in the future such as a certain type of klance moment or a funny moment you want to see.

I'm feeling slightly better now, I'm able to actually write a bit unlike how I was a few days ago so be on the lookout for more updates :)

-Anri