Fiesta

Chapter 1 Part 2

Friday rolled around quicker than any of the 5 friends anticipated. As the summer break started and classes came to a close, many people left the campus as soon as possible, wanting to get the most out of doing nothing.

Keith walked to the College library to wait for Lance after saying his goodbyes to Pidge, Shiro and Hunk. A red rucksack sat tightly on his back and another bag, slightly larger, rested in his hand. Both were full of essentials, clothes, toiletries. etc. He only packed the necessities.

As Keith sat down at one of the library tables, shrugging the bag off his back, he checked his phone for the time. 12:52 it read. He let out a slight sigh and looked around the library for any sign of the idiot he was going to be spending his summer with. No one. Just the librarian's assistant who was fiddling with some books on a shelf to Keith's right. He wondered what she was doing in the library when it was the start of the holidays. The girl, no older than Keith occasionally looked in his direction, stealing glanced from him, her cheeks slightly red.

Keith smirked to himself. Many girls had tried to flirt with him, many had even asked him on dates. Of course they would, he knew he looked aesthetically pleasing. But girls never really cut it for Keith. He preferred something closer to home, like men. He wasn't openly gay but he was more the kind of person that if you asked about his sexuality, he would tell the truth and be proud.

Just as the girl was about to walk over to Keith, possibly to try to flirt with him, the library door flung open. The old wooden door smacking the wall behind it with a loud crack. The girl jumped out of her trance and spun her head to look at the intruder. Of course, it was Lance. He was panting slightly, his hair was slightly disheveled and sweat glazed his forehead ever so slightly. A bag slung messily over his shoulder, the straps almost falling off. The headphones that dangled around his neck were intertwined with the straps of the bag. In his right hand was a suitcase. A massive one. Keith grinned at the imagine. 'Lance must have had to climb the stairs with that massive, blue suitcase all by himself since the library was on the second floor' he thought.

As Lance walked closer, dragging the suitcase behind him violently, he spoke. Well, tried to. "I...," He panted "hate you so fucking much...," He panted again "right now, dude, " As he approached the table Keith stood up, his grin widening. It was actually Keith's idea to meet up in the library and Lance being Lance, he didn't bear in mind that he had to climb stairs to get the the library. "If I had the energy right now...", He huffed, wiping his forehead with his coat sleeve "I would beat your ass so hard"

This declaration made Keith chuckle and he picked up his rucksack again, slinging it over one shoulder.

"Good luck with that", he said as he walked past Keith, patting him patronisingly on the shoulder as he approached the door.

"Hey-wait for me, you bastard!" He called after Keith, earning a distressed 'shush!' from the librarian's assistant. Lance ignored the girl and ran, well, jogged after Keith, his blue suitcase not far behind him. Lance sighed as he reached the top of the staircase, dreading having to carry it down again. Keith was already half way down the stairs, his hands shoved casually in his jacket pockets. He turned around to look at Lance and frowned at the face the tanned boy was making. Lance was pouting, his bottom lip stuck out slightly as he eyebrows furrowed. His blue eyes, big and watery. Keith new this face. That was the face Lance pulled when he wanted something.

After a while of staring at his mug, Keith groaned and rubbed his temples as he made his way back up the steps.

"What do you want" he said harshly, wanting a quick answer.

"Can you carry my-"

"No." Was all that Keith said in retaliation.

"Awh, dude come on! Cut me some slack, I'm paying for your shit remember. You gotta be nice to me" he whimpered, trying not to get angry at the instant rejection. Keith couldn't resist the urge to argue back.

"Thats the whole reason I'm going with you, Dumbass! I don't have to be nice to you" he said, matter of factly.

Lance grumbled some insults under his breath, scowling at the shorter boy. He grabbed the suitcase by the handle on the side, lifting it up again. His arm ached from the weight.

"I hope the plane crashes and you're the only one who dies" he said aloud as he stormed down the stairs briskly, his sneakers squeaking slightly on the surface as he walked.

"So mature, Sanchez" Keith replied, shortly following him down the steps. They had to keep their bickering to a minimum, and both boys knew that. But neither were prepared for that to become a reality.

Keith made it down the stairs quicker than Lance did, not to either of their surprise. The tall boy put the suitcase down with a think and let out a satisfied sigh, followed by a pathetic whimper.

"Keith my arm hurts" he whined loudly, leaning against him. Keith pulled a face and pushed Lance off him, causing the boy to help as he almost fell over his own suitcase.

"Fine. I'll carry it. But only to the taxi," he said, pushing Lance out if the way to grab the suitcase. As he lifted it up he saw a slight apologetic grin on Lance's face. "What?" He asked, bracing himself for the worst.

"I didn't order a taxi. We're taking the bus" he said, trying to be enthusiastic.

"You're not serious"

"Er... yeah" he said, wondering what was so wrong about a bus.

"I hate buses. They're always full of people." Keith admitted. He never really liked too many people all huddled together at once.

"Well my family is full of people so you better get some training under your belt before you meet them"

"Shut up, Lance. I'm carrying your shit, remember?" He said, mocking Lance's tone from earlier as he swung the suitcase slightly. Lance instantly stopped talking, his lanky arm still aching from carrying it up and down the stairs.

Lance held his tongue as he started to walk to the entrance of the College to the front car park. Keith briskly followed, not keen on behind left behind with Lance's mountain of s suitcase.

As they approached the bus shelter, Keith let go of the suitcase, placing it not so gently on the concrete floor beneath him. Smash. Something inside cracked. Lance's eyes went wide as he looked down at the suitcase on the floor. Keith's gaze followed Lance's.

"Fucking hell, Keith! What's your problem?!," Lance whispered dangerously, keeping his voice down as they were others waiting for the bus. He groaned in frustration and leant against the plastic glass exterior of the bus shelter "now it's definitely broken" he said, rubbing his eyes in aggravation. Keith felt a sudden pang of guilt run through his mind, but annoyance overrode that feeling.

"Then why didn't you tell me there was something fragile in there?," He hissed back as he picked up the suitcase again as if he thought it would instantly mend what was broken. He sighed, softening his tone "what was in there that was so precious?" He asked, moving slightly closer to Lance.

"It is-," Lance began, stopping to correct himself "well it was my mom's thank you present for letting me stay in her house. It was a small glass heart sculpture I made for her during the glass-blowing course I went on with Hunk a while ago." He said, his voice laced with anger. This hurt Keith a little, knowing that the two went out together, even as friends. He wouldn't admit it infront of anyone, but he secretly admired Lance's and Hunk's bromance. They seemed so close and at ease with eachother. Keith found it cute that Lance when on a glassblowing course. It was so...unlike him to do something like that.

Keith chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to find the right words to make an apology for breaking something that was Lance's.

"Lance I'm sorry. I didn't know it was something so precious to you" he said,   resting so that the suitcase was leaning against his legs. Lance shrugged in response.

"I knew something bad was going to happen to that glass shit sooner or later and that serves me right," he said, as be pushed himself off the shelter wall as the bus slowed down as it indicated into the bus lane. "Never trust Kieth Gyeong with anything precious, even fragile, glass hearts" he turned around, flashing a wonky grin at the short man before walking onto this bus. As Keith stated at Lance as he walked onto the bus, he wondered if there wad a deeper meaning to what the other had just said. All that he knew was that it was his turn to yell:

"Hey-wait for me, you bastard!"