"Keith we need to talk"
Apparently, Shiro had never heard of knocking. Keith groaned, leaning back to apply more ice around his head.
Shiro frowned, face filled with sympathy but also a certain firmness."Because of the scene you made, Mr Griffith has threatened to press assault charges, but fortunately James hit you with that vase"
The pain ebbed on Keith's skull. "Doesn't feel so fortunate"
Shiro frowned again. "Mum and Dad still have to punish you though, so they're making you work at the hotel as a surf instructor"
Relief flooded Keith, "That's really not that bad" "And you'll have to live in the staff accommodation"
Keith raised an eyebrow, sure living with other people wasn't fun, but all in all, he got left off pretty easily.
"Will I have my own room?"
"No"
Keith groaned. This was going to be the worst summer ever. ———————————————————————————
Crash!
A loud noise rudely awoke Lance from his slumber, blinking drearily he searched for his alarm.
5:30am
"What the fuck?"
Rolling over, he attempted to resume his slumber, but another loud crash pursued him to rise.
"I'm going to kill someone" Groggily he trudged to the door and down the hallway. At the top of the flight of stairs was a figure trying to drag a suitcase of luggage.
Lance eyed the stranger from the back, the person had a short ponytail, broad shoulders and the slimmest waist he'd ever seen."Do you need help?"
The figure turned revealing... "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"Keith's brows furrowed in confusion. oh. The trespasser. He hadn't exactly seen the boy clearly under the moonlight, but now in the dim Fluro lights, he could see he was beautiful. A slim sun-kissed figure, soft short brown hair and blue eyes. The bluest eyes Keith had ever seen. Too bad he was an asswipe.
"Um, moving in?"
Trespasser scoffed.
"Yeah but like why here? This is my room"
Keith motioned around him.
"Uh the rest of the rooms already have two people in them" The boy huffed, before turning on his heel and storming away. Keith called out, "Wait! What's your name again?"
Lance passed in front of the door, "Lance". SLAM.
Keith sighed, as he continued to haul his luggage up the stairs.
———————————————————————————A shorter chapter today loves xx so I'll put up two to make it up to you xx
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RomanceLance McClain wannabe pro surfer moves to Altea for a sick summer job and meets the asshole of his dreams