Warm Up (Voltron//Klance AU)

1 - Before Space (Part 1)

-Keith-

The lights outside of the windows are were and ghastly, unlike this morning when looking up hurts your eyes. I wrapped myself in a blanket burrito styled, protecting myself from the vicious January wind. The bright light of my computer illuminated my face. Normally, you get used to the light eventually, but I'm aware of it every second and reminding myself like a maniac.

"Lying is a kind of drug. Because you listen to it and you know the truth but you decide to give in and grow numb." Tumblr users can sometimes be right. Just that they aren't most of the time. Perfect examples of that are the several posts I've now scrolled upon "New year, new me!" Bitch, it's 2101 and that phrase hadn't been relevant since 2018.

I scrolled past something that was actually meaningful in anyway. New post from the NASA official Tumblr page. And that rang the bell in my head. I quickly opened a new tab and clicked Gmail, which was unsurprisingly empty. I sighed. Though it's not likely the results come out today, I keep myself hopeful each day because that's the only thing that gives me will to live another day. To see if I was accepted into Garrison.

Galaxy Garrison, otherwise known as Garrison, is a programme to train young astronomy majors, or anyone with enough knowledge on space, to explore space, collect data from space, calculate the data from space, and even enter space.

Then as I stared into the screen of my computer blankly, there it was: Inbox (1). I panicked as I looked for the mail blindly, not really knowing what the hell I was doing. I just happened to click on the new mail as I scrolled on my browser mindlessly. Everything hurts, the light outside suddenly dimmed brighter and the screen was blinding. There's no consequences of not getting in, it's just my own hopeless soul. In fact, there's only a slight chance that it's the results coming in. Maybe I'm just being overreacting. Damn anxiety.

I brought myself to look. Garrison. I guess I can't blame it on anxiety this time.

I raised my head to stare at the stars on my ceiling that I hadn't admired in so long, seeking for comfort. No. It's time to make all those blood, sweat, and tears worth. Otherwise I'd never forgive myself.

I took a shaky breath before making sense of the words in front of me. I couldn't. "Congratulations Keith Kogane, you have been accepted into Galaxy Garri-" I squealed then screamed then ripped my own throat out and at that point of time everything in the world seemed to be just. Bouncing on my bed seemed possible to send me all the way to space. I kneeled on my bed and thanked the stars.

I flopped back onto my bed, almost crushing my computer. Now, to have the money to buy the high-tech Garrison uniform. I'll have to work even harder.

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Lance

Another ten miles until I get my McDonald's. As much as I think I deserve this meal after all the daily training, I walked away from the line not wanting to spend the morning and the afternoon waiting for my breakfast.

I sat down at one of the tables in corner, turned on my phone, pointlessly browsing around the hate comments flooding into Gary Finderson's disrespect towards suicide. Kinda reminds me of some incident back in 2018.

A notification popped up. Hunk!

Honey child: U wanna get sum nunvill??

Ew

Honey child: U've never even tried it

The internet is reliable

Honey child: Laaaaannnnccee

Where r u

Honey child: Yish

But where r u

Honey child: Land of distress and tears

Why r u there

Honey child: Te shop is close

Hnnnnggg

Being the good friend I was, I was gonna get up and go to our old middle school to meet Hunk. I promised myself that I won't put my lips anywhere near that disgusting Nunvill. I stood up maybe a bit too abruptly, because a huge impact slammed against me, receiving a gasp from an audience. I stumbled forward, but retaining my balance.

I turned to see what almost made me fall, and turned out a guy really did. A light chestnut haired male rushed towards me with a worried look on his face. He had a great face structure and an amazing fashion sense, but who really drew my attention was a the guy behind him and his ablazed violet eyes, who appeared to be an employee of McDonald's, wearing their filthy uniform, which wasn't so charming. It's not natural to have purple eyes, is it?

"Holy crap, are you okay?" I pulled my gaze off the furious eyes of the McDonald's employee and onto the guy that is now facing me. I answered instinctively, "Yeah I'm fine." He ironically "phewed" comically and pointed behind him toward the guy with those violet eyes. "Keith over there was being over sensitive over me telling him the truth." He turnt to Keith and yelled at the counter, "Your aim sucks!"

Keith shot another glare whilst giving the man the finger, "Not when I come at you with my fucking knives!" Gave me an apologetic look then turned back into the kitchen.

The man had a silly grin on his face and bent down to pick up the sign that apparently Keith threw towards Mr. Chestnut over here but missed and hit me instead. Whoever Keith was he must've had rippling biceps because the impact from the sign was still burning. Mr. Chestnut stood up straight and skipped backwards to the counter to put the sign back and called out to me, "It was a pleasure meeting you, good sir. Though I'm sure it wasn't so for you." He turned back and yelled into the kitchen before I could reply, "See you in Renir, ol' buddy ol' pal!" No response from the kitchen. Mr. Chestnut skipped lightly out of the front door.

Huh, so his name is Keith. And they're going to Renir Cafe later.

I picked up my phone and texted Hunk.

Hey buddy

I'm thinking renir after nunvill

~N/A~

So first of all, I'm back! Wooooooooooooo

Second of all, I'm not continuing Torn Betwe- I barf when I think abt it. If ppl who followed me for it r still kept up with me, honestly I cannot bless you enough. But I may be continuing Jealousy's diary, but I'm not updating the plot to the current characters and whatnot, I'm sticking with the og ones.

I'm trying not to use big words in this fic cuz no one actually think to themselves using big words like "penultimate". Or it may be because I can't think of any intellectual words without searching on Thesaurus.

This is a big step for me, committing to Wattpad again during this shitstorm state I'm in, but I'm doing it cuz I miss it.

Thank you for reading <3

Also I'll add a song that I recommend each chapter. Not relatively having to do with the context. Lest start off with a joyful one

Song: Brand New Eyes - Bea Miller