lilyshilo asked:
Hmmm... For the writing prompt, how about 16 and Lance? <3 :)
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16. Throwing a tantrum
Lance sat in the food court of the mall, slouching and sipping angrily at a soda. He was in a staring contest with his sister, across the table.
“Lance.” She said, and he didn’t say anything.
“Lance, talk to me.” She said, and he slunk into his seat more.
“Lance Mcclain, I will go get mom and she will kick your as-”
“Bad word!” He called, holding his hand out. She groaned, and fished in her pocket to dump a quarter in his palm. He shot her a grin, pocketing it, and then sat back again to slurp on his drink.
“Lance, you’re being ridiculous, you’re 11. Stop being obnoxious.” She said, and he shook his head. “Lance.”
“Anya.”
“Lance.”
“Anya.”
“Lance!”
“ANYA!” He shouted, and people by them fell silent, staring. Anya groaned and yanked his arm up, nearly spilling his cup.
“We’re going home.”
“Wha- no! No no no!” He yelled, digging his heels in as they marched towards the exit.
“Stop acting like you’re two!” She yelled, not caring anymore as Lance started to wail, attracting some attention as they headed towards the doors.