Shooting Stars - Klance

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So, i'm putting up a note here, because just, deal with it okay. So i'm using crappy french in a part, and yeah i study economics-modern languages. So i should be good with them, no i'm only good in english, my grades are right above failing for my own goddamn mothers tongue (flemish), so my french is cringe worthy. So if you're french, please don't be offended if i forgot an accent on one of the letters or something. I do not trust translation sites, but i did use one for a part in this chapter 'cause, you'll see. I'll leave translations in the other note at the end. Whoever reads this, have a great time further! 'Cause i have no idea what time it is where you live. Lol. Okay, enjoy!

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''I swear, 'just friends' does not imply on this PDA.'' Pidge argued using airquotes. ''It's our fault, we stole all the blankets and they had no choice?'' Hunk argued back. ''Correction; you stole all the blankets.'' Pidge retreated. ''Okay fine, but still, I mean, this is better than them arguing. Even if it's about Lance's horrible puns, or Keith's hair, their arguing is annoying most of the time.'' Hunk sighed. It was silent for a while. But they were filled with clicking noises. ''Pidge stop that,'' Hunk said again.

''These,'' pidge said mentioning to the pictures she was taking with her phone of the two sleeping beauties, ''are pure, innocent, handy blackmail pictures, okay?'' She said. Taking a few more.

''Why do you need blackmail?'' Hunk questioned. ''That, my friend, is none of your business.'' Pidge said sassily.

''Alrighty then, I'm going to make pancakes, if I can find the ingredients, that is.'' Hunk informed. ''Wait! Just a few more!'' Pidge whined out. Hunk groaned and tapped his foot impatiently against the parqueted floor. He was the most patient person on the world, maybe even in the whole wide universe. But when he's hungry and he wants to cook, nope.

Little did they know Lance and Keith were both awake. Lance had pulled Keith a little closer to his chest, while their two friends were bickering.

''Okay done, I shotgun the first pancake!'' Pidge said running to the kitchen. ''Shouldn't we get dressed first? We're still in pyjamas?'' Hunk called after. ''Who the quiznak eats breakfast with regular clothes on? In a weekend?'' Pidge asked. ''It's eleven. This is lunch Pidge.'' Hunk chuckled. ''It's still part of a slumber party and a slumber party is not a slumber party without pyjamas and onesies.'' Pidge stated.

''Alright, alright. E le afaina, e manumalo ai.'' Hunk laughed slightly.

Pidge adjusted her glasses, ''I might be good with technology, but what the quiznak did you just say?'' Pidge asked, turning to her broad friend.

''I thought you were good with languages Pidge?'' Hunk snorted.

''Oui, avec Français. Parce-que, ma maman est Française! Excuse-toi, tu est un imbécile!'' Pidge retorted, speaking fluent french.

''Oi e le o i luga o le taimi nei, e itiiti-" Hunk started but got cut off. ''What's with the language fight? Can you dim down a bit, people are- well, were trying to sleep,'' Shiro butted in, walking into the kitchen. ''Sorry,'' Hunk apologized. ''I still don't know what you said,'' Pidge pouted.

''I have no idea what you said either and I think I don't want to know. It was probably something along the lines of imbecile so i'm offended but I forgive you regardless.'' Hunk said and started opening cabinets searching for a pan.

Lance opened his eyes, groaning at the impact of the light. Keith copying the action.

''Buenos días, pretty boy,'' Lance mumbled. ''Mornin', bed hog.'' Keith muttered back. Too comfortable to get up. Lance didn't budge, he only pulled Keith a little closer once again. The two boys listened to the arguing in the kitchen. It reminded Lance of his family back in Cuba, then he remembered. ''Mierda.'' Lance groaned, untangling one of his arms around Keith and rubbed his face. ''How the quiznak am I going to find a boyfriend in less then a week? I need to leave in five days, and stay two weeks with my family. How... ugh, mierda, mierda, MIERDA!'' Lance cursed to himself quietly.