Strike (Klance fanfiction) (soccer au)

Chapter 15

Keith POV (I'll let you refer back to the other chapters to see why)

The sun is evil. Like, does it even care that my skin burns easily? Obviously not, because we've been at the beach for an hour and guess what? Keithy here has a sunburn.
"Allura, pass me the aloe lotion!" I yell softly (say loudly?)
"Aww is the birthday boy turning as red as his pants?" Pidge says with waves of fake concern. "Must be hard to be so fair skinned."
"I can turn Keith even redder-" says Lance, winking at me and I scowl.
"Shut up, now just give me the life saving lotion"
"Don't be so dramatic" Allura smiles, but she hands me the lotion. I moan as I rub it on my back. Automatically, my back cools as if I'm in cool water.
Pidge and Hunk look over from where they were building their massive castle (it was defying gravity with all its arches and towers).  Pidge scowls "Guys shhhh. If Hunk and I are gonna win us that prize money for lunch than you better shut up."
Yep, they were doing one of the most cliche things to do at the beach: Join a sandcastle building contest. Honestly they had a really good chance, the castle was almost as tall as Hunk and twice as wide. It was a mass of arches, towers, and random seashells thrown over five levels of fake buildings.
"Please tell me that your gonna let me crush it after you win! I want to be become a titan!" Says Lance with a childlike gleam in his eyes. He starts walking around, stomping on fake houses and people "I am the colossal titan! Fear me mortals!"
At that moment, Shiro decides to come back with our drinks. He looks at Lance and smirks, amused. The sun made the scar running across his nose stand out even more and the white patch in the front of his hair was like a beacon. "Lance, Im not even going to ask" Lance grins and Shiro holds out the drink tray and everyone swarms him like bees to honey. I grab my chocolate chill (honestly I'm addicted to them) and take a sip, enjoying the chocolaty goodness.
Pidge and Hunk continue building their castle, occasionally taking distracted sips from their drinks and Allura and Shiro join in and help.
Lance turns to me after we're both finished out drinks and grins devilishly. I narrow my eyes, What is he up to?
Suddenly, he lunges forward and scoops me up bridal style, taking off running towards the water. We pass by a few people, all of which give us weird looks but don't try to help.
I squeal "Lance, you better not be doing what I thin-"
Splash!
I resurface, sputtering out the cold, salty seawater and glare at the spawn of satan. "I hate you!" I scream, the tips of my ears turning red, earning even more looks and pointing.
"I hate you too!" He replies doubling over in laughter "Maybe.. I. Hate. You. Can. Be. Our. Always?!" He manages to say in between fits of laughter. Really, John Green?
"You're a nerd, you know that right!" I splash him in the face.
"Hey! I'll get you!" He splashes me back, starting an all out splash war. By the time, we are done both of us are soaked and laughing our heads off.
I look at his hair falling into his face and start laughing even harder "Your hair looks like a drowned cat!"
"Ya well.." He mutters back and after five seconds of thinking he continues "Ya!"
"What does that even mean?!"
"I don't know!"
After laughing hysterically for five more minutes, we head back to where everyone is.  We have to shoulder our way through a growing crowd just to get to them. After pushing past a few more people, we finally see what the fuss is about. We leave them for half and hour and we come back to a full out city. The castle stood at 5.8 feet and was about a meter high, with multiple different levels and each extremely detailed tower was about thirty centimetres high. The castle is surrounded by tons of houses, each the size of an average shoe box. Lance and I have to snap out of our awe because it was so detailed and well done.
Pidge, Hunk, Shiro, and Allura look up when they see our feet in front of them, all of them completely covered in sand.
"Oh, hey guys" says Allura half heartedly "Can't talk right now, we have 5 minutes left until the judge comes! Now, shoo again, come back in another thirty minutes and them we'll get lunch!" She makes a shooing motion and Lance shrugs, grabbing my wrist, sending warm tingles up my arm.
He pulls me back out of the crowd and onto the boardwalk, to the direction of the different booths.
"Keith, we should get you a hat, don't want the pretty skin of yours to burn even more!" He pokes me in the nose and I sneeze "Aww you sound like a kitten!"
I groan, why does my sneeze need to be like that?! He drags me to a brown booth filled with different shaped, coloured, and styled hat. Name a hat and its type was probably there. I grab a bright rad fedora off of a rack and  throw my hip to the side, posing like a pro. "How do I look?" I ask and he pretends to take pictures as I switch poses.
"Oh yeah, give me a mad glare, now a bashful expression, Flirty!" He says throwing different hats at me, making invisible cameras. After a few minutes,  the shopkeeper (booth keeper, booth dude?) gets sick of us and forces us to buy something. I get the original red fedora and Lance gets a bright blue floppy gardening hat that made him look like a mushroom.
He grabs my hand and the red on my face definitely wasn't my sunburn, pulling me towards the arcade.
Automatically, he pulls me to Dance Dance Revolution after buying us some credits and turns to me, grinning wickedly.
"Let's make a deal! If I beat you then you have to let me change your bio and if you win you can do the same!" He sticks his tan hand out, still holding my other so when we shook our arms made an x.
"Deal, are you prepared to lose!?" I reply grinning. Lance didn't know what he was getting into. Back home, I was the DDR champion. We both step onto the boards things ( I have no clue what they are called) and I let Lance choose the song. Big mistake. He chooses Shakira and I mentally bang my head. Why? Why must he be be this way?
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Lance won by a landslide. Like I honestly had no chance. How is is possible that 98% of his moves were perfect? Its inhuman!
As we walk back to our group, sharing an ice cream cone and Lance holding the teddy bear he won me playing a shooting game ( he insisted that I calm him the 'sharpshooter') I watch him closely, looking to see if there was anything about him that said alien!
He glances over at me "I know Im hot and all but can you please stop staring, its making me uncomfortable!"
I gasp "Lance uncomfortable with someone staring at him?! Who are you and what have you done with my friend?!"
"Haha so funny" he says sarcastically, licking the ice cream cone. Wonder if he'll lick my d..bible! Praise the lord amen. He hands me the cone and I lick it as well, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. He coughs and points "I guess they already packed up. We better hurry, their probably waiting for us!" He grabs my wrist one again, my face turning even redder,  and we run to our friends.
Pidge was glowering to the side kicking at a garbage can and everyone seemed to be in a 'pleasant' mood. I turn to Shiro and tilt my head, confused.
"We got second." He says, sighing and Pidge comes over steam coming out of her ears.
"The winner literally were three little towers that anyone could of built!" She yells and Shiro puts a hand on her shoulder.
"Pidge, they were five and the contest was for younger kids, we're lucky we even got to participate!"
"Phht I bet they cheated!" She storms back to the poor garbage can and starts kicking it like its a soccer ball.
"Well," Hunk claps his hands, rubbing his hands together and licking his lips "Some food will fix this up!"
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They're plotting something. I could tell by the way they were whispering and how Shiro went off to go for his 4th 'bathroom' break of the evening. Or how Lance was smirking evilly at me like he knew something that I didn't. I pick at my steak hoping that their not doing anything stupid.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birth day to you," at first I thought that the cake and waiters with fake streamers for someone else but then Shiro appears beside them. I swear I'm gonna strangle them "Happy birthday dear Kei-th happy birth day to you!" The entire restaurant joins in fir the final happy birthday and I resist the urge to stab myself with my steak knife.
Lance grins wolfishly at me " Are you 1, are you 2, are you three" he yells and so on until he reaches 20. "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20" all five of Hunk, Pidge, Allura, Shiro, and Lance start punching me. Yay! So far I've had 140 b-day beats so far. Nope scratch that
"Coran told me to give you his twenty as well!" Says Allura with a smirk. 160.
The waiters put the cake down in front of me, moving my beautiful tasty steak away and pop some streamers.
"Make a wish!" Says Hunk, smiling, filming the entire thing. I scowl at the camera but do as I'm told. I take a deep breath and blow out the candles.
"What did you wish for?" Smiles Shiro, looking down in me like a proud father.
I make eye contact with Lance and smile. "I can't tell you that or it won't come true!"

A/N
Whew! Longer chapter! Hope you guys like it because I am half asleep so its probably bad and stuff but whatever. Gave you a dose of Klance and fluff which I hoped you enjoyed.
I'm thinking of writing a Voltron One Shot book after I'm done this book, which is probably gonna be between chapter 18-20, or an x-reader.
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Keep reading,
Brooke