Chapter 2: Jus lemmeh sleeeep

Lance suddenly became self concsious.

" Lance!" Pidge yelled. " Do you have any idea who he is?!" They pointed towards the elevator.

Lance swallowed, trying to avoid eye contact. " Uh-"

" THAT WAS DAMN KEITH KOGANE! Do you know what harm he could do to this place, to this team, all because of you?!" Pidge hit Lance accross the face.

Lance tried to hold back his tears, he really did. He knew who it was. He knew what he was getting himself into. He just... can't shut his damn mouth.

Shiro and Matt held Pidge back while Quiznak and Rover barked at eachother. Coran and Allura came in to handle the situation further. Coran talked Pidge out of hitting Lance more, and Allura sat with Lance.

" Lance... Pidge didn't mean it." Allura tried.

" Yeah, they did." Lance hung his head low.

" Ok, so yes. But they are caught up in the fact that someone " better " than us is here, and they think he is to critisize us. But really, he just came to see Shiro." Allura smiled warmly.

" Oh yeah, Shiro and Keith are brothers. Well, Pidge and Matt just feel like my family. But for Pidge to hit me like that... not so much."

" You know, it seemed like Keith knew Pidge and Matt quite well. I will have to ask one of them sometime as of why. But for now, you should probably apologize to whoever you feel needs. Oh, and get Quiznak to stop barking at Rover." Allura patted Lance's back, and walked towards Coran and Pidge.

Lance whistled, and Quiznak came bounding to him, Rover turning the other way. Lance scratched to top of Quiznak's head, and glanced over to Shiro, who was walking towards him.

Shiro sat by Lance. Lance expected to be chided. " You know, that was actually a bit amusing."

Welp, that surpised Lance. " Wait, what."

" Usually when someone agues with Keith for that long, he punches them or something. But noo... i haven't really seen him act that way scince... Matt." Shiro shrugged. Then, as if it hit him like a shockwave, realization spread over Shiro's face. He shifted uncomfortably.

" Matt?" Lance asked.

" Um, nevermind. But, just keep in mind, Keith dossn't absoulutely hate you, as much as it seems." Shiro walked away frantically.

Lance stood, and walked over to Pidge, who was glaring. Allura and Coran stepped aside. Lance gave his softest expression he could. " Sorry for worring you, Pidge."

Pidge nodded. " Apology accepted. I'm sorry as well, for hitting and yelling at you." Lance and Pidge gave eachother a hug.

Matt stepped in, and put a hand on Pidge's shoulder. " So... before practice, We're gonna meet Keith at his place. Lance, you gotta stay quiet."

Lance smiled, and pretended to zip up his mouth.

" Good. Let's go."


Keith layed sprawled out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Shiro said the gang was gonna meet him there, and Keith was okay with that. Excpet one factor- Lance.

Ugh, that guy is so annoying. So long as Keith is even 20 feet away or less from Lance , Keith would not be anywhere near happy.

Keith jumped out of his bed, and went to his mirror instead. He was wearing a red croptop, black skinny jeans, vince hightops, and his black leatger fingerless gloves. Woo.

Keith heard a knock on his front door. He sighed, " Come in!"

Keith heard Shiro's voice first. " Keith? Are you here?"

He rolled his eyes. " Nah, this is just a voice recording."

" Oh, come on! Keith, you do that every single time!" Pidge whined.

Keith stepped out of his room, walking down the hallway to greet the people. Pidge, Matt, Shiro, Allura, Hunk, some guy with orange hair and a mustache, and Lance...

But Keith kept his small smile. He pulled up an elastic, and pulled his hair back into a lil' ponytail.

Lance looked like he was about to say something, but he just looked down instead. Keith looked back at Shiro. " What's up?"

Pidge, Matt, and crazy hair dude sat on the couch, while Shiro stood by the door with Allura and Lance, who was still looking down. Keith sat on the counter.

Shiro finally spoke, " So we thought you could get to know the rest of us better. That's Allura, my dance partner and co-coach. That's Coran, our helper, friend and assistant in the studio."

Keith nodded. " Anything...else?"

Shiro swallowed. " Well..., we have about an hour or so before practices start, we were wondering-"

" If I would like to go out for breakfast with you guys. Yeah, sure." Keith shrugged.

Coran, Allura, and Lance stared at Keith in disbelief and shock. Pidge and Matt tried not to laugh at their faces.

" Yeah. Um, Keith, could you try not to freak people out with...that?" Shiro pleaded silently. Pidge snorted.

" I think Keith is a genius with an amazing gift. That i happen to share." Pidge had a silent little staring contest with Keith, and won.

Keith laughed. " Okay, you guys head out. I have to get an actual shirt on, so I'll catch up."

The rest filed out the door, and Keith turned around, and felt a hand on his shoulder. He expected Shiro, but noooo. Lance. Keith frowned. " What do you want?"

Lance fumbled a bit with his words. " I-uh-um- well,... I'm sorry, okay? I just get, a little caught up in myself and can't stop arguing."

Keith actually smiled a bit. " Hey, it's okay. Actually, you wouldn't believe how many fans i have do that to me."

Lance's eyes got wider. " Really? So, we're cool?"

" We're cool. Now, go with the others!" Keith playfully pushed Lance out the door.

and then Keith shut the door, sighing. He hates having to say that to everyone who argues with him. It makes Keith feel like he's not being honest. But, his manager said it was good to forgive... for business. Ugh. Keith's life has turned so fake. It has no real feeling, no real happiness, no real friends. Keith thought he needed a change for once. No managers pushing him around, no cameras or lights shoved in his face, no dancing to a lifeless routine. Time to get out and... wait for life to take it's course.

Keith went back to his room, put a grey shirt on, and hung a red bandanna around his neck, remembering his hair was still up, but he decided to leave it. He caught up tto the rest of the lil' group, and they all headed off to go eat. Finally.

Keith caught Lance glancing over at him a couple of times, but decided not to think much of it. All he could think, was- why was Lance so jittery when he was saying sorry?