Strike (Klance fanfiction) (soccer au)

Chapter 16

Lance POV (I know finally!)
"I SAY BARCE YOU SAY-" I yell at the top of my lungs. Almost everyone is our section yell back the correct 'LONA'.

"BARCELONA!?" yells Keith, confused.

I sigh "No Keith, the instructions are in the chant. I SAY BARCE YOU SAY LONA! BARCE!"
"BARCELONA!" He yells again and I pat his head.
"Nice try."
I stand up and turn to the group. Hunk, Allura, and Shiro are covered in facepaint with the Barcelona team colours and Pidge was tiping away a storm on her laptop (who even brings laptops to games) but raises her head at the mention of food.
"I'll take fries and a slushy!" Calls Pidge before resuming her typing.
"Poutine and large coke for Allura and I !" Shiro says with his arm around the white haired beauty.
"Burger, hot dog, fries and large pepsi!"  Yells Hunk as he finishes the family size pack of doritos, his fingers red.
"Hey Keith, mind coming with me. I don't know if I can carry everything!" I laugh and he looks up from his sulking.
"Yeah sure." He gets up and we start to get jostled by the crowd. We almost got separated once but Keith grabbed my hand before he could get pulled away. I blush as I look at out intertwined hands, thinking, wishing that it was for different reasons. Bad Lance! You just broke up with Isa yesterday, no weird thought. Besides Keith is your bestfriend. Your hot gay bestfriend.
"Lance!" Keiths voice pulls me out of my thoughts "Are you talking to yourself again? I thought you grew out of that."
"Hey! I'm not talking to myself." I protest and he smirks at me, raising an eyebrow. It's okay Lance, he's just a meanie-shoot!  "Anyway, there's the snack bar!" I point out the large building with at least one thousand people in front of it. I sigh. Yay, even more Klance bonding. He may as well cradle me in his arms!
Keith obviously feels the same way as me as he pulls me even faster towards the line before another 50 people join. "Let's hope its a fast line." He sighs and I nod. Please be a fast line.
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1 hour later
It was not a fast line. How many people even need food. They should have a vip lane for people with the names Keith and Lance.
I maneuver to the left as a beast of a man walks by (as in 6.4 220 lbs beast). He clips one if the food trays but with my gracefulness and guardian angel (Keith) protecting me from going back into that horrid line, I manage to catch it.
"Thank Messi's soul." I pray to send thanks for the amazing save. Keith and I manage to find our seats by the time the ref blows the whistle for captains.
"What took you guys so long?" Says pidge as I hand her fries and slushie "Were you guys making out in the washroom?"
"Guys," starts Allura solemnly "we will support you in anyway you want. In fact, we already know!"
"Wait what?!" Yells Keith "There was just a really long line!"
"You know what else is long? My -" I start.
"Not helping" hisses Keith.
"My list if times i have red the bible. This young boy has never sinned in his life. Praise Jesus!" I cry nervously and my voice cracks. Everyone laughs.
"Lance, what are you 12?!" Hunk wips tears from his eyes.
"Yeah in a scale from one to ten!" I say puffing my chest out proudly and everyone groans.
The ref blows the whistle, signalling that the game was starting and everyone sits down. The two teams, Barcelona and Real Madrid C. F (or as I like to call it, the teams with the hottest forwards), run onto the field and the stadium goes CRAZY. "BARCELONA!"
We cheer.
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After the game, driving to Matt's
The game was a tie. A flipping tie. Messi and Ronaldo both scored 5 goals each and both goalies didn't stand a chance.
"You got to be kidding me!" I cry, my voice horse from all the yelling. "Barcelona should've won! Their defence was wayyyyy better!"
"And yet Lance," Pidge pushes up her glasses "It was a tie."
"Yeah but Barcelona came back after 29 minutes if them being 3 behind and Chelsea git all the goals in the first half! Barcelona's defence pulled together and stopped all of Ronaldo's shots." Keith takes my back and I shoot him a grateful glance. Usually we were the ones arguing but now a days, its Keith and I against the world.
"Whatever," Pidge scoffs and goes back to her computer "Its not like I care. "
We pull into Matts long driveway and drive up it for about a minute (why you would have a minute long driveway, no one knows). The chauffeur comes to a stop outside the front doors and opens the limousine (yes limousine) doors for us.
"Thank you sir," bows Allura and everyone groans. Allura was a princess of some country in a place that I didn't care enough to know about. He bows back silently and gets back into the limousine, driving away almost as quietly.
"What time is it?" Whines Hunk (he was like a little kid, he needs to be in bed by a specific time.
I flick my fitbit watch (honestly these things are awesome. I could spend hours playing with them) "Around 1 am"
"Why does Matt have to live outside the city?!" He grumbles to himself as he lumbers up the stairs to his room and Pidge follows close behind, simultaneously typing in her laptop and playing a game in her phone.  I pray that she won't fall and break simething because that would be hard to explain to Coran (he can get scary).
"Allura and I are heading to bed as well, goodnight" Shiro calls over his shoulder as he leads a half awake Allura behind him.
"Use protection!" I call back and Allura, seemingly more awake than she looks, shoots me the bird.
"We should probably go to bed too." I turn and spot Keith snoring softly on the ground. I grin and pick him up bridal style. As I walk into our room I imagine that its the doorway to our house together and smile down at his sweet, childlike sleeping face. He mutters something and I lean in. "I love you, Lance"

A/N
Ohhhhhhhhh. What do think is going to happen? Changing the subject thank you guys so much for all the reads and votes. A few days ago, in the morning it was at 130 reads and when I got home it was at 178. Thank you guys so much!
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