It should be fine here, Lance thought nervously as he shooed his niece and nefew (Idk how to spell this) Carlos and Maria into the store. They had only gone with him because he promised to buy them something so they cheered and tugged him along the isles. About a half an hour later, Lance walked out of the store with a few bags and two laughing toddlers. He looked over at his car and saw a black and red motorcycle parked directly In front of his car.
"Yeah, no that's FINE. It's not like I have anywhere else to go anyway, but who the HECK does this??"
"Is there a problem with my bike?" A low and rough voice said behind him. Lance flipped around and faced the man behind him.
"Are you kidding? It's obviously-"
"It's obviously parked where it's supposed to be, unlike your car." Lance's eyes widened at the man in front of him. He looked maybe a year older then Lance and he had black hair that was styled into a mullet that really suited him. His eyes were dark and purple. He was wearing a tight gray shirt that showed a slightly muscular chest and thick black leggings that clung to his thighs and calves. He was also wearing a black and red jacket that matched his motorcycle and the helmet he carried under his arm. He moved so that he was standing next to his bike. "Are you gonna sit there and stare at me or are you gonna apologise?"
"Uh.. Um," Lance stood there, blushing.
"Yeah, okay, whatever." The man got onto his bike and faced away from Lance. Carlos walked right up to him and began pestering him like any 8 year old would. Lance couldn't help but notice the man's ass as he sat on the bike, he stared at it for longer then was normal until Maria tugged on his sleeve.
"Uncle Lance? What are you doing?" She looked up at him innocently and he snapped out of his haze.
"Me? Um, well, I-I was just admiring his um, pants?" Lance mentally facepalmed himself.
"Mister! Uncle Lance wants to know where you got your pants!" She screamed. Lance turned bright red and tried to quiet her.
"My pants huh?" The man smirked and looked at Lance who was covering his face with his hands.
"I'm sorry," He mumbled.
"Keith, Keith Kogane." The man, Keith offered his hand to shake.
"Lance McClain." Lance smiled and Carlos came and poked Lance.
"Uncle Lance? Why are you so red?" Lance stammered and told him to go sit in the car with his sister. He heard Keith chuckle behind him and he turned around.
"I'm so sorry,"
"You're fine, and I can show you where I got my pants at some point, I can take you." Keith smiled and mischevious smile and tore and piece of paper from a journal in his bag. "Here, here's my number, text me."
Keith put his helmet on and drove away. Lance just stared after him, what just happened??
A cute guy gave me his number and talked about a supposed date?? AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

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Comment if you guys want a part two, Happy b day Bella💙💙 and bye
--Cara