Shooting Stars - Klance

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Several days have passed.

''Keithy! Lancey! Wake up!'' A childish voice beamed out. The latino boy groaned, tightening his hold on Keith, who was embracing him against his chest. Lance forced his eyes open. He saw the annoying toddler beside them, in his dino onesie, next to the night stand table, pulling at Keith's shirt and Lance's arm. ''Mateo? What are you doing up so early?'' The dark skinned boy whined, ''It's already seven!" Mateo pouted, his small round face frowning.

Lance gently pushed the palm of his hand against Mateo's forehead, making the small child stumble back slightly. ''Come back in one hour alright?'' Lance huffed and Mateo nodded with a smile and ran out slamming the door shut by his excitement.

''I have no idea what you guys were bickering about, if it even was bickering, but I heard a loud smack.'' Keith's groggy morning voice filled Lance's ears. ''Children with too much energy,'' Lance said, the lack of energy in his voice. ''He's six. What can we say,'' Keith mumbled and buried his nose into Lance's hair. They stayed like that for a few minutes.

''We should get up, let's get the day started early,'' Keith sighed but Lance grunted in protest.

''I'll come, just a few more minutes,'' Keith chuckled at Lance's muffled voice and gently shoved the Latino off of his chest.

Keith got up and tripped over the light blue, fluffy carpet in the process to get to the door. ''Darn it!'' Keith cursed quietly, then made his way over into the hallway, in search the bathroom.

Lance laid on his back, looking up at the ceiling and his walls, his stick on stars taking in the sun that slowly filled his old room.

''You're up early?'' Sofia's voice rang throughout the room. ''Mateo.'' The younger boy grumbled. ''Ah, I understand. I hope you didn't wake up at the wrong side of the bed,'' Sofia laughed and her footsteps echoed through the hallway.

After a mental war, Lance finally dragged himself out of bed. Not before sniffing his pillow, where Keith's scent still lingered. It was slightly mixed with his own scent that Lance barely notices. He liked the smell of it. He then realised what he was doing was weird, but then he also realised he and his family were weird in general.

Pulling on a jeans that stopped above his knees and his favourite shirt, white with blue long sleeves, and rolled them up. Pulling on some sneakers, he was ready to go.

Today was a fairly hot day, and Mamá Sanchez had a lot of plans planned already, that's just how she is.

Lance made his way downstairs and entered the kitchen. ''Buenos días todos,'' Lance said, still in his tired state after noticing it was only barely eight in the morning now.

''What was Mateo screaming about?'' His mother asked, ''I don't even know but he woke us up at seven in the morning,'' Lance huffed and Lucy giggled. ''Better get used to that,'' She said and gave him a gentle smile.

Mateo ran into the room in only his underwear, he directly clung to Lance's leg, ''You're up! Where's Keithy? What are we gonna do today? Will we g-''

''Mateo! ¡Dios, maldita sea! ¡Vuelve aquí ahora mismo!'' Tulio ran in, and Mateo screamed playfully running to hide behind Lucy's chair.

''Need help, querido?'' Lucy asked, blinking innocently but her smile gave her away.

''No, cariña, I can handle this, I'm a good father, so Mateo go back to the bathroom, please,'' Now Tulio just sounded desperate.