don't ask || lance & vera
Obnoxious melodies played through Lance's headphones as he listened on and off to tunes from the Top 40 (though, he would never admit this out loud) and procrastinated the paper which was due in three days. Lance wasn't necessarily the type to put off mandatory - hell, even the most petite of tasks but recently, his entire motivation laid splat on the road and was continuously ran over. These past two weeks had been belligerent in more ways than one, but perhaps that was a fib? His entire emotional constitution genuinely made a three-sixty to Jilan's unanticipated arrival and her unruly mechanism of breaking his heart into two once again. Lance didn't perceive himself as the most delicate person, but Jilan, she slipped beneath his skin in the most aggravating way deemed possible. He did his foremost to shove all lingering thoughts and feelings down to his toes in hopes to stomp all over each them to avoid the unnecessary confrontation. Voices from downstairs were faintly heard when Lance removed the blaring beats from his ear and actually took a moment to eavesdrop on the conversation. It sounded as if his mother had guests over which certainly wasn't far from the norm. Though she wasn't considered a socialite, Lance's mom yearned for conversation and easily made good company with even the most introverts. Lance was quick to take note of a incredibly familiar laugh, rolling his eyes at the ditzy giggle as he stood up from the bed and closed his laptop. Vera didn't tag along often from what Lance was aware of, so he could only imagine what the female's intentions were this time and the male wasn't so certain how keen he was of finding out.