you know what??? i canāt stop thinking about Lance being in an late 90s/ early 00s teen movie.
*sees Lance literally chained to a tree, and Nyma leaving him and stealing his convertible. Heās outside a house and there is a huge party going on inside*
*freeze frame and record scratch* Hi, my name is Lance McClain. Youāre probably wondering how I got into this mess. *cuts to black* Ha, itās a long story.
*Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus starts to play* *fades to scene* *Heās outside school and walking through the hallways* To start off, Iām a Junior at Garrison High. Iām actually one of the most popular guys there *Some bully yells outĀ āGET LOST, NERD!ā and throws a water bottle at his head* All the ladies love me. *winks at Allura* āHelloooooooā *she and her friends give him the stinkeye* Okay, that might be a lie but hey, at least my friends are pretty cool *he enters the cafeteria, and he is very clearly part of the āloserā group in the movie. He sits down with Hunk and Pidge, who are messing around with robotics on their lunch table* Okay, maybe not cool to you, but theyāre pretty cool to me. *the music fades into the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria and the narration ends*
*he waves to them and sits at the table* *Pidge is working on her laptop, typing away code and Hunk is working on the actual robot*
Lance: Hey guys! Ugh, meatloaf day again
Hunk: Lance, I thought you liked meatloaf?
Lance: Not the schoolās meatloaf. I swear, that thing is only a day away from becoming radioactive waste.
Lance: hey, club signups start this week right?
Pidge: mhm. I mean, me and Hunk already have our hands full with the robotics club, but that isnāt really your deal, is it?
Hunk: Yeah dude, what club are you going to sign up for?
Pidge: Lance, please donāt tell me youāre thinking of joining the Fighter Pilots
Pidge: *stops typing and looks up from her laptop* Lance.
Lance: I mean, maybe? I- uhā¦ that club is all about action an-
Hunk: Lance, as a friend and fellow lab partner, thatās crazy.
Lance: Crazy? What the he-
Hunk: Listen, that club is NOT safe.
Pidge: Yeah, I heard that the club president got his arm amputated in freshman year because of one of theirĀ āstuntsā
Lance: Pidge, donāt be a hypocrite. Your brother is in that club, man. And heās perfectly fine.
Pidge: Just cause my brother is part of that club doesnāt mean it makes anything they do okay, Lance. *closes her laptop* Besides, Iām pretty sure thereās some sortaĀ ācool factorā you gotta meet to get in.
Lance: I meet the cool factor.
Pidge and Hunk: *exchange glances* ā¦ rightā¦
Lance: Listen the club isnāt even THAT cool anyway. I can get in. No problem.
*the doors of the cafeteria open up abruptly* *punk rock music starts playing* *there is a slow motion entrance of the Fighter Pilots, who wear super sick printed bomber jackets with their club logo on the back of them* *three students lead the group into the cafeteria.*
*Lanceās narrations start up again* The Fighter Pilots. *the camera zooms in on one of them* Thatās the club president Shiro, a senior who is insanely popular and one of the best students at Garrison High.
*camera moves over to the next student* Thatās Matt, Pidgeās brother. In addition to being co-president of the Fighter Pilots, heās also co-class president of the seniors. I donāt think Iāve ever seen him with any free time on his hands.
*zooms over to the third student* And that guy with the awful hair is Keith, a junior who is-oh-so-luckily in ALL OF MY DAMNED CLASSES. Heās a so-called āprodigyā of The Fighter Pilots. Who knows why?! Maybe itās because heās a track star. Maybe itās because all the ladies fawn over him, but he doesnāt date anyone.Ā Probably to maintain his fake as fuck ācoolā, āmysteriousā facade. What a joke. *Lance turns back to Hunk and Pidge*
Lance: Pfft. If Keith can join The Fighter Pilots then so can I.
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