Ok, so this was based on a Tumblr post I saw by felidawkins.

The post was: how come every vampire in vampire stories is a hundred years old tho why cant we get a newbie vampire like

"how long have you been 17"
"about a year and a half actually its kinda trippy"

Shiro had been friends with Lance for almost half a year now. It's been fun. Sure, his boyfriend Keith didn't really like him all that much. They argued a lot and bickered back and forth will each other, like—as humorous as Shiro found it—an old married couple. Although over time they did get along much better. Now they even called each other friends; although they still quarrel though. Much to him dismay. Now, Shiro was used to Lance's 'fuck boi' personality, and his strange skill/talent of being really good at strategy. But this...was unexpected. Well, that was really an understatement. To be told by someone that they're a vampire is one thing, finding out they weren't kidding is another. So when Shiro met a vampire, an actually real vampire, of course the first thing his did was ask him how old he really was.

"How..." he pause, trying to gather the right words, "long have you been 17...if I may ask?"

"For...about a year. Maybe two. I don't know. What year is it again? I forgot. It's been kinda trippy though." Lance squinted and sticked out the tip of his tongue, in the way that suggested that he was thinking about something in the back of his mind. Shiro blinked in response. What...? He's only been a vampire for that long... Really? Well, I guess that explains his personality. Shiro glanced down at Lance once more.

"How did you...um, turn?" He asked. The last word in his newest question was an octave higher than the rest. As it felt a bit awkward to ask him that. Actually, now that he thinks about it. He probably should've asked that at all... That's too prying, isn't it? Lance let out a good humored laugh. He could tell from the way Shiro's face looked, that he was mentally cringing from his own question.

"Shiro it's fine, I don't mind telling you that. On the other hand; all of this—" Lance gestured to themselves and the room they were in, "never happened. So please don't tell nobody." Shiro nodded firmly.

"You know I won't, Lance."

A smiled graced his lips. "Thank buddy. By the way, I'll take 3 more questions, and then we have to go. Don't you have the meet up with mullet boy later?"

Shit, Shiro forgot about that.