Hi! Sorry, it's been so long I haven't felt very inspired lately. I hope you enjoy!
Pidge was most likely the last one to wake up, only because she stayed up so late hacking the WiFi and working on the fans. When she did wake up, she was immediately captivated by thoughts of what transpired the previous night. She hated the way she had acted, and yet... what if she didn't?
The boy she had met last night had been so kind to her. At her school, nobody spoke to her unless they needed homework done for money or had a group project with her. It was a lonely life, no doubt, but she really didn't mind. She'd prefer to spend time with her robots or with Matt instead. Living her life alone was something she had considered and accepted. She wasn't afraid to say that. But... when she was hanging out with Lance... she was almost ready to rethink everything. She had been so sure of her life and how it might play out, but now she was left in the dark with doubt.
She lazily dressed and brushed her hair, It's not like she puts much effort in how she looks most of the time anyways... Allura was brushing her long hair and was working on wrapping it into a neat bun. Pidge put her glasses on as usual and left Allura to fawn over her hair.
Breakfast was served in an all you can eat buffet style, where campers walked up and took whatever they wanted from the pans and put it on their plates. Pidge grabbed an orange and some cookies that looked almost stale. Finding a seat far off in the corner at an empty table, She ate and began to take apart an old malfunctioning piece that she brought along for scrap. It was bent in an odd way, and the wires had too much length and got somehow tangled. She didn't need it anymore, so she dismantled it and used mini pliers to shape the metal back into place. She had just about finished getting the last dent from the metallic surface when Lance showed up from nowhere, taking her last cookie.
"Hey! That was the last one I had! Give it back!"
"No can do!" he said gleefully before taking a bite. He realized his mistake, almost spitting out (luckily he didn't) the stale cookie.
"Pidge! This is nasty how were you eating this!?"
" It isn't bad... The texture is bad because it's so hard but otherwise, the flavor isn't affected"
He looked absolutely astonished by the fact that she wasn't bothered by the staleness of the cookie. He was trying to splutter out words that didn't quite make sense, but he couldn't form a coherent sentence. Instead of listening to him attempt to argue, she changed the subject.
"Also, it looks like you're in luck! I should have just enough metal and mechanisms to make two small fans. The only question is... Can you do me a favor? I want to paint the fans, but I didn't bring any paint with me... Can you steal green and blue paint from the Staffroom? I don't know how much I need and-"
" Yes!" Lance said with an incredibly eager and overexcited face. He quickly stood up and marched out of the dining hall, earning a little chuckle from Pidge.
" If he acts like that the whole time, he's going to get caught.."
Keith was the first one up. He had fallen asleep early that night, and despite the fact that he woke in the middle of the night due to a nightmare, he was very well rested. he grabbed an apple from the food-bar-breakfast-thingy and sat at an almost empty table, where two girls sat giggling on the far end from Keith.
Keith observed the cafeteria as it filled up with sleepy campers and caffeine-fueled counselors. He pondered on why Shiro brought him here. He decided to find somewhere else to go because more people had just arrived and he didn't want to be there anymore.
On his way out, he spotted light brown medium length hair, and that stupid blue plaid shirt, although it took Keith a second to recognize him, sure enough, the other person recognized him.
"Keith Kogane. Why are you here? "
" James Griffin? What are you doing here?"
James Griffin had gone to middle school with Keith, and they definitely had a history of getting into fights. It was usually over petty things like seats in class, but it all rooted from when James personally attacked Keith by making fun of his parents' death. Keith has a bad memory when it comes to little things like names and faces, but he could never forget or forgive James Griffin.
" Still emo?" James said with a smug look on his face.
"Still a piece of crap?" Keith shot back.
Lance made his way out of the Lunchroom to find the counselors office. If he knew anything, it was that he would, without fail, obtain this paint. All he needed to do was find the office, steal the key to the art room, go to the art room, steal the paint, and return to pidge. Sounds easy, right? Totally! If only he had set up any sort of plan.
He edged his way around the building that was deemed the 'Counselors Office' and made his way to the door. Inside, a few desks full of papers, office supplies, and other ordinary things. But, it was empty of people. Lance stepped over to the main desk, searching drawers for the keys. Eventually, he found a ring of keys that was absolutely filled with unlabeled keys. A dreadful sigh escaped his lips, the cause abundantly clear. He had no way of knowing which key was the key to the art room, and his only option was to try them all until he found the one.
After arriving at the door, he began to try all the keys he could. His hands were shaky, and he was clearly nervous.
" Why would they even lock this door!? It's an art room, not a vault!"
Finally, after many tries, he magically opened the door! it gave way, and he quickly dove into the room to find the paint. As he searched the room, his eyes darted towards any green or blue color. After all the effort, it seemed to pay off... he spotted the paint in little glass jars on top of a bookshelf. he grabbed the blue one first and began to reach for the second.
" MIGHT I ASK YOU WHY YOU'RE IN HERE LANCE MCCLAIN?" A loud voice boomed.
"AAAH!" Lance was startled, so he dropped the green paint he had just grabbed, causing it to spill all over his head, which he then dropped the blue one, where it spilled all over his shirt as he fumbled his hands around to try and catch it.
" I'm not doing anything, Sir!" his voice was high pitched and he was obviously lying.
"Ugh, Its only 8 am, and on the first day, too. You're in big trouble, kid. Come on, we're going to the office."
Lance was drenched in green and blue paint, but he still followed Mr. Iverson outside.
Mr. Iverson was grumbling about something that Lance could not hear, but to him, it sounded along the lines of 'too many troublemakers' and 'too early in the morning for all this'. Lance trailed him in bewilderment. Lance has gotten in trouble way too many times to be worried about his mom getting upset at him, so he was actually more concerned about his shirt getting stained and ruined. The paint was still dripping off of him, and oh boy, how would he get this out of his hair?
Mr. Iverson and Lance had entered the main office, which was now full of staff members. Lance was instructed to sit down, and he did, noticing another kid was sitting near him. He was looking at his hands, and he had a big red mark on his face. Lance was staring at him but looked away the second the other kid looked up at him. He avoided looking at the kid until he heard a soft chuckle
"What did you do?"
"What did you do? Run into a tree?"
Another kid stepped outside the counseling office, staring at the other kid with a death glare. He had a bloody nose and an evil glare in his eyes. A lady called the other kids name, which apparently was Keith.
Lance was called up soon after, and he was chewed out by Iverson, but otherwise fine. If he pulled another stunt like this, he would be sent home. Which really was a big problem for Lance. He didn't want to leave.
Lance was prohibited from that day's activities, too. It was just a basic hike, so he didn't care. He went to tell Pidge he failed his mission before he showered, which was a bad choice because he was still covered in paint. He found her getting ready for the hike.
"Hey! Pidge! I failed..I'm sorry.."
She was too busy laughing to be mad at him.
See you all later! Have a wonderful day! Bye!
