"Damn it, Lance! Stop overthinking, idiot!" he scolded himself as he pulled his hands away from his face and threw his phone on the side of the bed. Lance stood up from his place on his bed and proceeded to walk over to his closet where he grabbed the first outfit he could find and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
He was currently standing in front of his bathroom mirror, taking an unnecessarily long time to brush his teeth before returning to his bedroom. Just as he reached his bed, he stopped in his tracks. Standing directly in front of his closet doors, arms crossed in front of his chest, was none other than none other than Lance's dad.
A smirk appeared on the tall man's face as he watched the black haired boy walk around him slowly. "Good night, Lance." he teased. "Yeah. Good night." Lance responded monotonously as he turned around to walk out of his room.
