scintillation - klance-- machel - ( DISCONTINUED )

g r o u p i n g s

fifth grade—2014

"Lance, I think you're going to need tutoring for maths." Lance's professor, Adam, recommended. "What?! Mr. Wright, I cant go to tutoring!" Lance huffed. Adam cringed at the sudden outburst.

"Uh, why not Lance?" Adam asked as he mumbled for the boy to take a seat. "All my friends are really smart! I can't go to tutoring and make myself look stupid. They won't be friends with me anymore." Lance complained, slouching and folding his arms.

"I see..." Adam hummed, thinking he was aware of who Lance was talking about. "Lotor, right?" Adam asked. "No! I'm not friends with that douche bag! I mean Pidge—um-Katie and Hunk." Lance bit him bottom lip, almost drawing blood. He couldn't possibly go, it would be so humiliating!

"First off, don't class your classmates 'douche bags' even if they are one, okay?" Adam lectured, earning a nod from the young boy. "Second, Pidge and Hunk would never abandon you over something like tutoring. As much as you don't see it, Lance, I know my students very well." Adam smiled with a chuckle.

Lance smiled back, admiring his professor's words. "Thanks, Mr. Wright."

"Okay, so the tutoring is on Friday—and you have a specific group to pair with. Just like for me, Mr. Shirogane or even Matt, you know—Katie's brother." Adam handed Lance a sheet of paper. It was the tutoring sheet.

...

"So you have to do tutoring after school now?" Pidge, who was actually supposed to be in the third grade, asked. She happened to skip two grades ahead due to her genius brother, Matt. "Yeah." Lance shrugged, chewing on a piece of his sandwich. Hunk was sipping his water from across the lunch table.

"That's cool! Who's in your group?" He asked, clearly intrigued. "Uh, I don't know to be honest. It's people I don't have any classes with. I think the only person I know on there is that girl Nadia from seventh grade. She comes over to hang out with Veronica a lot." Lance answered with a pout, he was still regretted saying he wanted to go—even after Adam's little pep talk.

"They put with seventh graders? Wow." Pidge chuckled, nudging his arm. "I think Matt with be there too." Lance added. Pidge gasped, but eventually, her expression softened. "Matt's cool. At least you'll know somebody." Hunk smiled with encouragement. Lance sighed—dreading the awaited Friday.

...

"Off you go, angel. Good luck." Rachel, Lance's sweet older sister, spoke. She was in eighth grade, just like Matt. "Bye Rachel." Lance waved, entering the building.

There was actually nobody he knew. There was bunches of sixth graders—but the only fifth grader there was a short boy with black hair and pale skin. The boy looked unbothered and very bored. Lance didn't know he should've approached him, though he did anyway.

"Uh, hi." Lance said, sitting next to him. "Um..hey?" The boy skeptically responded. "My name's Lance." Lance introduced himself, holding his hand out. The other boy peered at it, then shook it. "Keith."

...
a few days later

"Guys! We've made a new friend!" Lance called to Pidge and Hunk, hauling Keith behind him. "Oh! Who? Who?" Hunk excitedly asked.
"This guy! His name is Keith. He's actually in the other fifth grade homeroom."

"Oh, you didn't know? Me and Keith are already friends. He's Mr.Shirogane little brother." Pidge stated plainly. "Yeah, I didn't know you were talking about Katie when you said Pidge." Keith commented. Hunk went over to him, hugging the small boy.

"It's nice to meet you! I'm Hunk!" He ecstatically smiled. Keith chuckled, hugging back. "I'm Keith, as you could tell." Keith smiled, pulling away. He took a seat next to Lance— and little did they all know, it would stay like that for the next few years.
...

freshmen year

"Hurry up! We're gonna he late, asshat!" Keith yelled from Lance's bedroom. He'd slept over the night prior to make things easier, but it appeared it would've been easier to stay at his own apartment. "Stop rushing me! I have to look presentable for our first day." Lance exasperatedly sighed.

"Well I'm gone—bye!" The fourteen year old boy joked, waiting outside the bathroom door. "No! Keith! Come on, don't leave me!" Lance whined before coming out in a blue button up shirt. "Woah.." Keith gulped, stepping back once seeing the fellow boy. A faint blush became clear and to cover it. . . he coughed, only to avert his gaze.

"I wouldn't leave, dumbass. N-Now go back and do whatever the hell you were doing." Keith crossed his arms, sitting on the bed. "I thought so." Lance made his snarky remark, then proceeded to go back in to the bathroom. Keith glanced at the bathroom door, then to his phone.

"Hey. What's up, Keith?" Pidge said from the other end. "Hey. Don't wait for us at the bus stop. We're gonna be late-" Keith started—before he was rudely interrupted. "Why, were you two busy fucking?" She laughed hysterically—clearly joking.

Keith grunted, rolling his eyes. "Would you stop with that already? It was eight grade! It's already been a year." Keith defended, his voice cracking. "I've gotten over it." He claimed himself, his face heating up. "Yeah, maybe you should give them a break." Hunk suggested in the background, implying that Keith would get frustrated and complain to him later. . . and Hunk didn't necessarily feel like dealing with that.

"Okay, okay. I'll give it a break. But when you two do actually lock lips—it'll make a comeback. Trust me." The girl chuckled.
Keith exhaled softly, opening his mouth to speak—"Alright, loser. Gotta go, good luck." Pidge sincerely added before hanging up.

"I'm ready!" Lance smiled, doing jazz hands. He didn't look bad—he never did. At least not to Keith. "You look good? I don't know what you want me to say." Keith shrugged. "Maybe an actual compliment. Not a staged one." Lance huffed, rolling his eyes. "But that was real—" "Yeah, Yeah." Lance said, grabbing his bag and making his way out.

"Well, how do I look?" Keith asked, giving a side smile. "Well," Lance tilted his head, resting his bag down in the hallway. He brushed Keith's chin, admiring his eyelashes. "I wish I had lashes as long as yours." Lance commented while moving Keith's bangs out of his face. "You look amazing." Lance profoundly smiled. "Thanks." Keith coughed, feeling all choked up again.

"Maybe we should call Shiro to pick us up." Keith suggested while swiftly advancing down the stairs. "Um—that actually might be a good idea." Lance nodded, checking his watch. "Lance! It's your first day, hermano! You look alright—presentable enough." Rachel beamed, fixing Lance's collar. "Shiro's already outside, now go on." Camila, Lance's mom, hurried.

"Be good boys!" Rachel smiled happily. To be completely honest, she was more like a mom than Camila was.

Keith laughed at Lance's clearly embarrassed expression. "It's fine. It's just me. I'm used to them." He giggled slightly. Lance looked up, smiling a tad bit. "I guess you're right.." Lance shrugged.

"Morning boys." Shiro smiled from the rear view mirror. "Morning, Mr. Shirogane." Lance said, smiling down at his lap. "Morning.." Keith grumbled, taking the front seat.

"You guys do know you're late, right?" Shiro chuckled, pulling away from the house. "Yeah, because of a certain somebody." Keith smirked to the shy boy in the backseat. "Shut it." Lance mouthed. "Hmm? What was that? I couldn't hear you." Keith jokingly teased.

Lance sighed dramatically, looking out the window.

Keith really did appreciate him, even though he made him late.

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((I'm back, my dudes. For those who have no idea who the hell I am—I'm Rena. I present to you, the first chapter of scintillation. It's a short story based off of a weird dream I had—yeah, a dream. But anyways, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Kisses, Rena <3))