New Kid (Keith x Lance)

9

     "Ugh" Keith groaned, flailing his arms towards the sky.

     "What?" Lance asked.

     "I feel like a crippled old dude" Keith whined. Pidge bust into laughter at his comment.

     "Why do you feel like a 'crippled old dude'?" Lance asked, chuckling as he quoted Keith.

     "Cause I can't do shit on my own." Keith groaned.

     "I'm sure that there's something that you can do on your own." Hunk assured.

     "Dude, you have no idea how many times I've wanted to leave the house without pants. Lately, pants are killing me." Keith said.

     "How many times do you have that conversation with yourself?" Hunk asked.

     "At least seven times a week, minimum." Keith replied.

     "Can I do a vlog of the crippled old man?" Pidge asked.

     "Be my guest. It's not like I can run away or anything." Keith grumbled.

     "Alrighty" Pidge said, pausing to pull out a camera. "Hey guys! Pidgey here with the crippled old man!" Pidge exclaimed.

     "Sup," Keith said, "I'm the crippled old man."

     "I jut realized that you're laying down." Lance said.

     "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" Keith groaned. Keith rolled over onto his good leg, and was somewhat kneeling. Keith grabbed a hold of Lance's hand, and pulled himself of. Lance was kind enough to hand Keith's crutches to him. "Thanks, now I'm slightly less crippled" Keith joked.

     "Oh look, it's a crippled Keef in it's natural habitat." Pidge joked, pretending to be someone from National Geographic. Keith played along for the laughs, and limped around a bit.

     "I've heard that they are very antisocial creatures." Lance pitched in. Keith immediately looked over at the group, scowled, and limped away.

     "It seems to be attempting to walk" Lance smirked.

     "A few things. I hate you, and I'll probably fall over." Keith chuckled.

     "SO PURE!" Pidge yelled.

     "Jesus Pidgey, you'll never let that go, will you?" Keith asked, dropping his crutches.

     "Nope" Pidge said, quickly resuming character. "I've heard that the Keef's smiles and laughs are the purest thing ever." 

     Keith hesitantly put his injured leg down. He was allowed to walk but he knew that it would be really hard. "First steps with my leg after surgery" Keith said, giving a small thumbs up to the camera. Keith put some of his weight on his injured leg, and took a small step. Keith's legs wobbled, but he was still standing.

     Lance walked over to Keith's side to help him if he fell. "What the heck are you doing?" Hunk asked, chuckling at Keith. Keith was doing some form of walking, limping, and jumping at the same time.

     "No idea, but at least I can walk." Keith said, taking another bouncy stride. Keith's walk soon developed into a small limp. He would bounce up on one leg, and then fall back down on his other leg. It was something like wearing one sneaker and one heel, but slightly less dramatic.

     "Well, at least I'm not going to be stuck to crutches for the rest of my life." Keith snickered.

     "Yeah, but I'll always be there for when you decide to be crippled again." Lance joked.

     "As if I want to be crippled again" Keith shuddered.

     "I SHIP IT!" Pidge screamed, before ending the recording. Keith fell to the floor in a fit of laughter, causing Pidge to immediately record Keith. Lance was blushing madly, and was flipping out at how adorable Keith was.

     Keith had stopped laughing, but there was a small smile on his face. "I said it! This is the purest thing I've ever seen." Pidge whispered.

     "Dunno about that. Aren't there like, pure fruit juice things? That's probably more pure." Keith pointed out.

     "I beg to differ. You're always so dark and emo, so when you smile or laugh, it is so freaking cute." Pidge argued.

     Keith flipped Pidge off before grabbing his crutches and standing up. They walked over to Hunk's car, and hopped in. Pidge was a bitch, and stole shotgun, forcing Keith and Lance to sit in the back together. Keith pulled his hair up, while Lance smirked. He texted Keith, who immediately looked at Lance with a poker face.

     "Keith, no. Not right now." Lance mumbled, winking at Keith.

     "Keep quiet" Keith whispered. Pidge glanced back at them, and caught Lance's hand on Keith's thigh. Before Lance could do anything further, Keith hit Lance where the sun doesn't shine.

     "What the hell was that for?" Lance grunted, his hand placed over his crotch.

     "Says the man trying to get in my pants." Keith smirked. Lance's face immediately went red, and he shut up.

     "Can you explain what just happened?" Pidge asked.

    "Lance wanted to act like we were having sex or something. Long story short, he got a little to comfortable, and I hit him in the balls." Keith said.

     "You are such a jerk" Pidge giggled.

     "I know" Keith smirked. Lance glared at Keith for the rest of the car ride.

     Not much else happened, until Keith stepped out of the car and began walking towards his house. Donna and Kevin ran out, as well at the two rats. Donna and the rats tackled Keith, while Kevin watched from afar. "Can you guys get off of me?" Keith asked, struggling to get up.

     "You can walk again!" Donna exclaimed.

     "By doing the weirdest thing ever." Keith grunted, finally getting back to his feet. Donna took the crutches, and watched Keith walk inside.

     "Is that how he's going to walk now?" Donna asked.

     "Probably" Hunk grinned.

     "Better than him having to use those crutches for the rest of his life" Donna sighed.

     "I have to agree on that one." Pidge replied. Soon, the three were driving from Keith's house, preparing themselves for the events of tomorrow.