Waves

Pilot

Lance stepped off the bus onto the sandy pavement, he heaved his luggage off the last step of the bus, landing on the concrete with a clack. Punching the air he let out a victory cheer, "Whooo! Altea is not going to know what hit it!"

Altea itself was not a town worthy of bragging about, a small street was lined with surf-based stores dubbed "the Main Street" (if you could really call it that). Beyond that were acres of pure natural evergreen forests, and overshadowing the natural hippie charm of a town was a huge tacky tourist hotel. But that was not what Lance was here for, he was here for the sandy beaches, perfect waves and hot surfers. Basically, a grom's wet dream, though Lance would never refer to himself as a grom, (his pride would never allow it.)

Upon scanning the bus stop's surrounding his eyes rested upon a man holding a sign, nothing more than cardboard with "Lance" scrawled in what was probably a sharpie. "Hunk! It's so good to see you again". The man's face lit up with recognition. "Lance you made it! This summer's going to be so rad with you around!" Stepping forward Hunk enveloped Lance in a bone-crushing hug. "Hunk, please buddy, I love your hugs but you're built like a tank" He could feel the hearty chuckles vibrate against his chest. Hunk stepped back to examine his old friend "I can't even tease you, it looks like lover boy Lance is no longer linguine-built Lance" this earnt an overdramatic gasp and playful shove from said man "I'll have you know I've filled out and now have the physique of a Greek god".

"Well... I'd probably use that word on someone more like Shiro"

Lance's eyebrows wiggled, "And whom is this Shiro you speak of?"

Hunk rolled his eyes and motioned for Lance to follow him as he started walking.

"Shiro is one of the Boss's sons, he's pretty cool, a bit older than us and a lifeguard".

"And....."

A sigh. "You'd probably refer to him as a dilf or something"

Lance burst out laughing at that. "All these years apart and you still know me too well".

"I would describe the rest of the gang but were almost at the cabin, and introductions speak for themselves"

Lance hummed in agreement before letting his eyes fall upon a two-storied shabby building. Lance had obtained a summer job as a surf instructor at the nearby hotel, at first, he was eternally grateful for the free cabin provided for staff, but now he wondered if he should've brought more than just a first aid kid to protect himself from the danger that was his "home away from home" for the next few months.

The closer they got, the worse it was. Lance held back a grimace.

"Pidge! Come meet Lance" A small mop of ruffled brown hair popped up from behind a computer, they shifted themself from the stained couch on the porch to inspect the new guest. "Pidge, nice to make your acquaintance" Lance smiled at the small person before him. "Lance, it's a pleasure" he drawled. Pidge reminded him of a tame raccoon. A wicked grin appeared on their face "Just so you know, you will have to go through an initiation". Make that a feral raccoon. Hunk chuckled before patting Lance on the back. "C'mon, let's get this stuff up to your room".

All in all, it wasn't that bad, Lance only broke one wooden plank going up the stairs, and sure there were only two bathrooms for eight people. But he did manage to snag a room by himself on the second floor with beach views.

After he unpacked he sauntered down the splintered disaster of a staircase. By now it was dusk, and if he squinted he could see soft stars glinting across the sky.

Downstairs loud joyous voices rose above outdated music, the smell of food (deep fried of course) wafted through the air, and as Lance leant over the railing he could see a glimpse of the ocean, and he thought to himself that this was going to be the best summer of his life.
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Keith arose to the violent vibrating of his phone (which was placed beside him) with a groan he glanced at the caller ID. "James Griffin" flashed across the screen, and indescribable emotions flit through his core.

"What the actual fuck are you calling me for at 3am?"

"Meet me on the roof, I've got something to tell you" A smooth voice whispers.

Rolling his eyes Keith hangs up. He huffs, fully intending to go back to sleep. But Keith always was a creature of curiosity. "For fucks sake" He stands up, pulls on a thick coat and makes his way to the elevator.

A rush of cold air hits him in the face once he steps out of the warm cocoon that was the elevator. A figure stands ahead, leaning over the railing of the hotel.

"Keith" The figure drawls as it turns around.

"What do you want?" Keith provides.

James smirks, "I was just thinking we should end... our arrangement"

Confusion hit Keith in the gut, sucking in a breath he pushed forward "arrangement?"

James chuckled "Yeah our friends-with-benefits situation?"

Confusion rushed through Keith "I'm lost? James, it's too early for your weird shit"

"Goodbye Keith, from now on let's pretend as if we don't know each other"

"James? We've been dating for 5 months now. Can you stop joking around and tell me what you mean?"

The other chuckled darkly "Dating? Oh you poor thing"

Keith's heart rose to his throat. "Uh yes?

James' hand reached up to caress the latter's face. Looking into his eyes directly, he spoke "And you believed that?"

Keith needed to leave. Now.