The thing is, when you don't know how to start a story, you are lost.

Where to start ? What to say ? Which point of view should you use ? Should you use special voices for each character?

Starting a story is complicated, Lance knew that.

What he knew as well, was that this was a complicated story to tell. He feared his voice might break sometimes, or shake… Maybe he would shed a tear, he'd have to stop, take a breath, smile and reassure everyone that he was okay, that memories were just still fresh in his mind, that everything will be fine once he composes himself.

Yet, Lance knew how to start, what to say, or at least, what he WANTED to say… But not how to find the right words. He guessed he would have to.

Looking up, through the window, he watched the snow fall, a small grin finding its way onto his mouth.

"Well…. It's a wonderful story… let's see…."

This was the first time Lance was going to tell how he met Keith, it was a weird thing to do too; broadcasting your story as if it was a book for people to hear… He seemed to think for a bit, before looking at the snow again.

"To be honest, I have no idea where to start, but I think I'll manage to think of something…. Let's start with the beginning, around my last year of high school, when Pidge, Hunk, and Sincerely me were about to ace our exams and head off to university."

He chuckled lightly at the memories…

That's where the story should start…

Hunk tripped, his plate of food slipping from his hands, flipping in the air to land directly on top of the poor Lance's face, spaghetti and meatballs now hanging and dangling from his hair as sauce dripped down the arch of his nose slowly.

The brunet had frozen in place as his friend lost his balance right in front of him, unable to do anything to avoid the doom that was now falling upon him.

Slowly, Lance took the plate off his head and put it down, oh so gently on the table next to them, as the whole cafeteria burst out laughing.

As Hunk jumped up to apologise, Lance slowly wiped his face with his hands, only to rub them on his friend's face.

Hunk looked at him wide eyed before smirking. "Oh you're on McClain !" He laughed, grabbing someone's mashed potatoes to throw them at Lance who brilliantly avoided the shot.

This is how, at the start of their two last weeks before their exams, Lance and Hunk started a food fight so massive that it sent them into the Principal's office, then the janitor office.

They spent at least a whole day and a whole night cleaning every smallest portion of the dining hall, talking about all and nothing, while Pidge was sat in a corner on her laptop, working and revising.

"Say guys, we are all still going to the same uni next year right… ? I mean…" Hunk looked around as he sat down, mop in hand. " I don't know what I'd do without you guys… I'd be totally lost and missing you and crying in bed with ice cream, watching Bridget Jones and remembering the good old days."

Pidge snorted while Lance just raised an eyebrow at Hunk, lips parted in what one could describe as the most perfect 'What the flip' face ever.

"Hunk, of course we are still going to the same university! I need to be your roommate too ! We would never leave you behind even if we are going to go through different courses."

The female in the corner spoke up with a smile, eyes still laid on her screen " I mean, someone needs to check on you two doofuses to make sure you don't burn the whole campus down am I right ?"

"Ha-HA YOU ARE HILARIOUS PIDGE !" Lance yelled with a fake laugh. "We are almost eighteen we can care for ourselves without acting like idiots you know."

"Yeah, may I remind you that you are saying this while scrubbing the floor of the dining hall because you made a food fight."

"...That's a bad example." He stated, to which she replied with a small "uh-huh~".

Lance decided to focus back on his scrubbing, getting lost in the back and forth movement of the mop he held in his hands, eyes focused on nothing, his mind wandered off to what would happen to them in the future… What if they didn't manage to enter the same university ? Even if Lance wanted to study arts, he was scared that he would not be accepted.. Pidge and Hunk were geniuses, becoming engineers was almost in their blood. But Lance ? He had struggled for years to find exactly what he should do… What he wanted to do… He was still confused, he had always been quite artsy, he even liked to do some sewing when he was a kid, they called him the "Tailor" because of how he could thread a needle. However now it was more complicated, he had bigger hands after all…

Off topic.

Lance had been confused with himself these last years… His dates with girls never ended up well and he had ended up wondering what was wrong with him, why people never stayed, it was complicated. And he had grown tired of thinking so much, deciding to let it slide for now, and focus on his future and studies, instead of just living with complications and focusing on his messy love life.

Altaugh nothing could stop him from being a flirt, you can't change a man, and certainly not a Lance.

He took his headphones from his pocket and turned on spotify, putting in a playlist he had made a few days before, basically repeating the same song, starships by the pitch perfect cast ! Hell yeah, you bet Lance was now jamming like an idiot. If someone had made a side by side comparaison with Queen's "I want to Break free" Video, that would have been the most accurate resemblance.

Lance was twirling naturally, moving his hips as the broom he was now holding slid across the floor.

He jumped around and sang along with a wide grin, finally distracted from his bizare taughts.

"HANDS UP AND TOUCH THE SKYYYY , CAN'T STOP CAUSE WE'RE SO HIIIIIIGH ! LET'S DO THIS ONE LAST TIIIIME! " He dropped the broom and started dancing around, putting the song on speaker, jumping on the tables.

Lance was loose, no way of getting him back, both Pidge and Hunk knew this, wich was probably the reason why they decided to get up and dance too. Twerking may have ensued, no one is really sure, it's all a blur really.

But maybe a teacher came in and they got punished.

Maybe.

This would always be a great memory to Lance, like a calm before the storm.

He felt content, knowing things may change, but that some things would remain good, like a distant memory. And that was enough for now.