New Kid (Keith x Lance)

15

     Lance was downstairs with Hunk and Pidge, eating breakfast. Keith was still upstairs, but Lance decided to let him sleep in. After all, he was sick last night. "How's your cereal? I spent two minutes on it? I worked really hard." Pidge joked.

     "It's a little short on the cereal, but you prepared it right, milk before the cereal." Lance complimented.

     "I think it's weird like that, but I knew that you would be bothered if I did cereal first." Pidge shrugged.

     "Bitch, I can't even eat cereal like that, and I know that it's cereal before milk!" Keith yelled, his head poking into the kitchen.

     "Oh, you're up!" Lance grinned.

     "Nobody cares. You need to eat your cereal right." Keith said, grabbing a bowl and pouring himself a bowl of Lucky Charms.

     "What are you doing?" Lance asked.

     "Making cereal" Keith said, grabbing a spoon.

     "But you can't have milk" Lance said, raising one of his eyebrows.

     "There's a thing called cereal. When it's in the box, there is no milk. It is up to the person eating the cereal if they want milk. In my case, I can't have milk, but Lucky Charms taste good. So shut up and let me eat." Keith groaned, eating a spoonful of cereal.

     "He's got a point" Hunk said.

     "Shut up" Lance grumbled, eating more of his cereal. Keith chuckled, knowing that he won this argument. Keith took a seat, and leaned his crutches up against the table.

     "젠장" Keith muttered. "나는 약을 먹어야 해."

     "What was that?" Pidge asked.

     "똥, 똥, 똥" Keith panicked. "나는 진지하게 하루를 놓칠 수 없다!"

     "Keith! English, please!" Lance yelled, gaining Keith's attention.

     "Oh, right, sorry" Keith muttered, rubbing his nape. "Can someone grab my bag? It should be near the couch." Keith asked.

     "Sure! I'll do it!" Pidge volunteered, before running off to grab his bag. Keith tapped his foot nervously and drummed his fingers on the table.

     "Here, since I assume that you're taking medication" Hunk said, handing Keith a glass of water.

     "Thanks" Keith said, taking the glass of water. Pidge came running back with Keith's bag, along with a small box in their hands. Pidge quickly shoved it in their pocket, and gave Keith his bag. "Thanks Pidge" Keith said, grabbing his bag and pulling out his meds.

     As quick as Keith could, he took his medication, and put the bottles away. "Keith, I need to talk to you." Pidge said.

     "Uh, okay" Keith said, grabbing his crutches and following Pidge into the backyard. "What is it?" Keith asked.

     "What the hell is this?" Pidge asked, pulling the box out of their pocket. Keith's face paled as Pidge shoved the box in his face.

     "Pidge! Give those back!" Keith yelled, reaching for the box of cigarettes.

     "What else do you have in that bag? Drugs?" Pidge pressured. "I bet that you sneak out and smoke weed or something!"

     "Pidge, that was one time!" Keith protested, finally getting a firm grasp on the box. Keith yanked the cigarettes back, and stuffed the box into his pocket.

     "One time! There shouldn't be a 'one time'!" Pidge yelled.

     "Pidge, please. I wasn't thinking straight-" Keith began.

     "I don't care how you were thinking! That was a horrible idea!" Pidge lectured.

     "Listen to me Pidge, that's all I ask!" Keith cried, wiping tears from his face. "My parents are dead. I went to foster care. Nobody ever wanted me, so when I was finally adopted, I was so happy. A few weeks later, I was returned because I had 'issues'. That process kept repeating, sometimes only lasting a few days. Pidge, I need something, anything, to make me forget."

     "Keith" Pidge whispered. "Lance needs to know about this." Pidge said, reaching up and putting a hand on Keith's shoulder.

     "I know, but I just don't have the guts to do it. I honestly don't want to talk about the smoking weed thing, but I need to tell him about foster care and smoking." Keith whimpered, wiping off his tears.

     "You should probably start with whatever's easiest." Pidge said.

     "That would probably be the foster care because it's in the past. I don't smoke often, but it's still a thing that I currently do." Keith said.

     "Whatever you decide to do about this situation, I'm on your side." Pidge said. "Now can I see that cute lil' smile?" Pidge asked. Keith chuckled, and grinned for Pidge. Pidge took a picture and squealed while running back inside. At least Pidge was on Keith's side.

Translations (Please correct me if I'm wrong!)

젠장 - Oh crap

나는 약을 먹어야 해 - I need to take my meds

똥 - Shit

나는 진지하게 하루를 놓칠 수 없다! - I seriously can't miss a day