*Play the song above when instructed too*

~Lance P.O.V~

I watched as yet another autumn leaf fluttered to the grass below, disappearing from my eyesight about halfway through. Autumn has to be my all-time favorite season, everything about it is pretty amazing. The cold but warm breeze that hits you when you exit a building. Hot chocolate at night while you wrap a blanket around yourself.

Smiling in content I lean back against the wall, pulling my feet up so my entire body was resting on my bay window. It's been pretty peaceful this morning. Everyone else had left while I was sleeping, going to run some errands for the Thanksgiving party Mama was throwing in a month.

Man a guy could get used to this. No loud noises, nobody yelling, just simple peace and quiet-

"Mijo we're home!"

I groan in annoyance, so much for peace and quiet. Soon enough loud buzzing from downstairs fills the houses thin walls, pinching the bridge of my nose mutter under my breath. Trying to concentrate on drowning them out, luckily my soulmate, whoever they are, started singing. Now all I could focus on is the tune playing in my head, the words began flowing out on their own.

*Play song*

Remember when we all got drunk?

I ended up with two broke thumbs

Oh my god, I felt so dumb

Lucky me

I wrote a song and no one knows

I played a show and no one showed

Oh my god, I felt so alone

Lucky me

When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell

What you gonna do, who you gonna tell?

Maybe a (Hundred bad days made a hundred good stories)

(A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties)

A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories made me interesting at parties, yeah

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more

Remember when she broke my heart?

Waiting for the waiter to return my card

Right as I let down my guard

Lucky me

We had to work a bit more hard 

Only just to get a little bit less far

We could laugh about it all tomorrow

Couldn't we?

When all is going wrong and you're scared as hell

What you gonna do, who you gonna tell?Maybe a (Hundred bad days made a hundred good stories)

(A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties)

A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories made me interesting at parties, yeah

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you no more

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you

A hundred bad days made a hundred  good stories

A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties, yeah

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of you

A hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

A hundred good stories make me interesting at parties, yeah

No, I ain't scared of you

No, I ain't scared of  no more

*End song*

I'm not gonna lie, whoever my soulmate has great taste in music I know that much. I've sang this song about three to four times this week so they probably just found out about it

By the time I had finished singing, I looked up, my older sister, Veronica, standing by my door. Her arms folded and her facial expression between amused and stoic. I felt my face swell red, looking down in embarrassment. Out of everyone in the family, my soulmate seems to sing the most, and I sometimes get caught up in the moment.

"Hey Ronnie, what'cha need?" I ask, my voice slightly cracking.

She lets a small smile slip, only for it to fade away. Walking all the way in she closes the door behind her, throwing herself on my bed. I mimic her actions, turning my head a bit to get a good look at her. I'd say out of all my siblings, me and Veronica were the closest. I could come to her about every-and-anything, same for her.

Curling up on my side she sighs into my chest. "Remember that boyfriend I mentioned to you a few months ago?" 

I nod. She didn't want to tell anyone else in the family about him, mainly because he wasn't her soulmate, and dad isn't a huge fan of not being with your soulmate. 

"He um- he broke up with me Lancey." She whispered, wrapping her arms around my torso.

I hug back, trying my best not to let my emotions overpower my actions. As soon as I find that son of a bitch he's dead. Yup- it's time to murder a hoe.

"Veronica," I mutter inhaling through my teeth, "What was his name again?"

She pulls back, looking up at me with wide teary eyes. "Why? What're you gonna do Lance?"

"Just gonna go over and have a friendly chat with him. Man-to-man."

"Lance no." 

"Lance yes," I say through gritted teeth. If there's one thing most people know about me, it's that I have a hard time controlling my anger. A really hard time.

I let out a long sigh, Veronica rubbed my arm in circular motions, something abuela did when  I lost my temper.

"Why did he break up with?" I ask, exhaling through my nose.

She sighs, wrapping her arms tightening on me. "I told him I loved him. Then he said he never wanted our relationship to get that serious, that we were better off with keeping things the way they were. I disagreed, so he broke up with me."

Her shoulders began  to shake, she buried her face in the crook of my neck while she continued crying. I hate it when she cries, Ronnie's my big sister I've only seen her cry twice in my life, the first time it was because she won the spelling bee, the second is because I accidentally ran her turtle over with my toy car and it died.

But we won't get into that.

(R.I.P TURTLE!)

 "I know we weren't 'soulmates' and, shit but it still hurts." She sobbed, I hugged her tight, whispering soothing words in her ear.

I'm gonna kill him. Whoever that bastard is, he's dead.

~Third Person P.O.V~

Keith stepped out the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. Walking over to the sink he grabbed his phone, turning the music off, he began combing through his tangled hair. He stared at himself in the mirror, running his index finger over the scar that resided on his face.

He wasn't self-conscious or anything. But he isn't the biggest fan of that particular scar.

Pulling the gray pair of sweats over his boxers, Keith walks out, the towel now wrapped around his shoulders to catch falling droplets of water from his hair.

"Shiro!" Keith called out, swiftly gliding down the stairs with ease.

Making a sharp turn he run through the living room, booking it for the kitchen. "In here," His brother's voice called back.

Pushing the door open Keith sat down, looking at Shiro with a questioning gaze.

"I thought you'd be gone by now, weren't you supposed to meet up with your girlfriend?" Keith asked, running a hand through his now damp hair.

Shiro mumbled a small 'yeah' before sighing. "Ex girlfriend," He muttered, scrolling through his phone.

Keith nearly choked on air. Shiro's been the happiest guy for the past couple of months, always talking about her, much to Keith's chagrin. Now they weren't together?

"What the hell happened?" Keith queries, placing a comforting hand on Shiro's.

"I broke up with her." He stated, giving a nonchalant shrug.

Scoffing Keith raised a perplexed eyebrow. "Why?"

Crossing his arms Shiro gave another shrug. "Look it was bound to happen anyway, we aren't soulmates and-"

"Since when did your start fucking caring about all that soulmate shit?" Keith interrupted, he was confused, his brother was acting as if he didn't give a shit about his now, ex.

Groaning in frustration Shiro gets up up, leaning against the counter. "She said, 'I love you'."

"What's so bad about that?"

"A few months ago she told me she was bisexual okay!" Shiro shouted, feeling rather disgusted at the thought.

Keith let out a humor-less laugh. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? Mom and dad raised us better than this Shiro! We don't judge or stop loving someone just because they like both genders, or because they like the same gender, or whatever the fuck!"

Getting up Keith shakes his head, glaring at his brother with rage. "You said she has brothers right? I hope they come and kick your ass, knock some sense into you."

Hello guys!!

Thank you for choosing my Klance book! 

So um, Keith went off. Shiro got me fucked up. I love him, Shiro I mean, but for this fanfic he's gonna be a bitch.

Veronica, I wuv you bb.

Lance, I also love you, with ur gay ass.

We stan Keith.

UM so yeah, that's all I have to say.

Until we meet again!!!🖤🖤🖤