Finding Home

Chapter 1

First chapter! This is my first fanfiction on wattpad please be gentle T^T I just recently got into Voltron again and I had an idea for a story and I just had to write it. I hope you all like it! Enjoy!~

"I'm sorry, Lia, but the government has rules and their rules force me into this bad position more times than I can count."

"I-I-I know, Nan. I-I just need more time. The application process takes a while."

Nan sighed heavily.

"This never gets easier..." She looked at me with tired eyes, "There's nothing I can do, dear. The most I can do is give you a week, but after that I have to kick you out."

Nan placed her hand on my check sadly before she walked by me out of the kitchen calling after two loud kids. I knew her job was the hardest, but at the same time finding a job isn't easy. Sighing heavily, I walk into the kitchen and lean against the counter, slouching.

'Nan has already done so much for me. Raising me and taking care of me. Making sure I grow to have a good head on my shoulders, but I just don't know why I can't hold a job. No matter how hard I try or the effort I put in, no one has the patience for me to get the hang of things. Wha-'

I jump slightly in surprise at feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pinching the bridge of my nose I look at my caller ID.

Lancealot

Forcing a smile, I answer the phone.

"Well well well, if it isn't my dear Lancealot. You know you stood me up last night? A text that you wouldn't make it would have been good."

I hear him laugh nervously.

"I know, doll. I-I just got held up."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Not even gonna try to give me an excuse? Or am I supposed to think you being held up is the excuse?"

"I-Its kind of hard to explain, doll, but I promise I can explain everything when you get here."

"What do you mean get here?"

The kids started getting rowdy, so I decided to move outside the building.

"I-we can use your help."

I stop mid-way from opening the door.

"Lance, you better not have killed anyone. I swear if you did-"

"Wh-what?! NO! Come on, doll. I'm serious. We could really use your help."

I laughed as I continued out the door.

"I'm teasing you, sugar butt. You know I'm always here for you. Whatcha need my roll of cinnamon?"

"I knew I could count on you, doll!"

With that, Lance gave me a small list of things to pick up and an address to meet him at. With the list, I hung up my phone and climbed onto my bike. It's a really old and dusty black and purple dirt bike. Its old but its mine and I bought it with my own money.

After dragging my goggles from my neck over my eyes, I rode to the store, bought the things on the list, and drove to the address that Lance texted to me.

Forty-five minutes later, I rode up to a small hut/cabin literally in the middle of nowhere. As I turn off my bike and drag my goggles back down around my neck, I take in the area.

"Yeah, he killed some people..."

With a sigh, I slid off my bike, unloaded all the stuff, and as I walk near the shack, I hear a familiar voice behind the door.