Violet Nights

Chapter 24

A/N: Be prepared. It's gon' be a long one.

Saturday, 7:20am--

[Sup emo guy, it's Lance McClain]

Keith rolled over in his bed hearing the unfamiliar ding of his phone on the nightstand. It wasn't often that he got text messages; it wasn't as if he had friends or anything.
He prepared himself for the screen to blind him, then adjusted to the light and squinted at the text message, wiping the sleep from his eyes. What the hell was this asshole doing texting him at 7:00 in the morning? Didn't he sleep? Well...truth was, Keith was the one that didn't sleep. Like, at all. It might've just been insomnia--or so, he usually blamed his lack of sleep on-- but he knew that it was only because he stayed up watching Bates Motel all night long. He wasn't much of a binge watcher of shows, but he was afraid of what Shiro and Adam would do to him if he didn't finish it soon.

{Jerk, wtf do u even want?}

[Uhmm, rude.

Don't you remember that you were supposed to come to the beach with us this weekend?]

{Right.

You told me around 11. It's 7am.}

[Just needed to remind you.]

{Whatever, jackass. I'm awake now, thanks.}

[No problem :D]

{Asshole.}

[My pleasure, Kogane]

Keith unplugged his phone from the charger and set it face down on the nightstand before rising from the bed to go take a quick shower. Thanks to Lance, he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep so he might as well just get ready for the day and treat it like a delayed school morning like he did when it snowed. If it ever did, that it. They barely got snow there in the winter. 

The raven-haired teen left the steamy bathroom about an hour later and pulled his hair into a ponytail, along with a red T-shirt over his torso. He dug through his drawers for his only swimsuit, which was just a plain black pair of knee-high speedo trunks. He never liked the kind that wore baggy and flowed freely. It might just have been his weird obsession with tight clothing.

The boy continued to the kitchen around 8:30 to make some breakfast--which ended up being an unhealthy combo of mini eggo waffles with syrup and bacon, which he also covered in syrup. Shiro hated it when he did that. He said it was unholy. Keith's reply was: "You're unholy."
Then Adam would say,  "According to religion, we're all unholy." 

9:45am--

Keith left the house about 15 minutes until 10:00. It was mainly because he knew that the beach Lance was wanting to take his nieces and nephews to was relatively far from where his apartment was. If he got a head start he could get there earlier to put suncreen on his fair skin and set up an umbrella in the sand. He thought maybe even if he didn't like Lance and partially wanted to strangle his throat for making him come along with him and lying to his mom, he could still be a decent human being and help out a little. After all, he wasn't going to be the one looking after those little heathens of children Lance was bringing along.

Keith hummed softly to the Green Day CD he'd inserted in the player of his old car, at least enjoying something out of that rushed morning that seemed to be going by at a horribly slow pace. He just wanted it to be over, though it just started, so he could go back and sleep again. (Not that he'd even be able to, but hell, it was worth a damn try.)

10:50am--

The boy reached the beach around the same time that the gates opened. Lance wasn't there yet, of course. Keith could only imagine why. The guy barely made it to school on time; how the hell was he to live up to the promise that he'd be there at 11 on the dot, or at least 20 minutes afterward?
Keith put that thought aside and walked into the little shop on the beach. It reminded him of Hawaii somehow. It wasn't that he'd ever been to Hawaii, but from the pictures that Hunk showed him all of the time, it looked like the same scenes. There were palm trees and everything. (Keith knew the harsh reality that they'd been deliberately planted there by humans, but it was still nice to think that they tried to make it look like the islands themselves.)