One shot and Christmas is in jeopardy
A/N: So one advice before reading this, be more observant in this chapter, there are some details that I explain later, chapter 18 if I'm not wrong. But hey, have fun, and I'm not ready for tomorrow.
13th of December
Lance stumbled into his door. His head was like a cloud. He had, again, been woken up by an extreme pain and high pitch siren in his ear. Lance was really getting tired of his ear, why was it in December. Lance sighed, just 12th days until he could relax again.
As Lance zombied into the launch, he didn't hear the hello and good morning round that started as he entered, he just fell down in the couch and dozed off a little.
"-right, Lance?" Lance was suddenly brought back to reality by this question, that he had no idea was about. "Eh" was all Lance could think of. "Hunk, Lance wouldn't know that, he was on a diplomat mission while it happened," Pidge said before Lance could find something useful to say.
"What? I totally missed what we're talking about, my brain is still sleeping" Lance straightened himself, he wanted to know what they were talking about. "Oh, sure. Remember that time were Allura send you out on that diplomat mission to the purple what's-it-name planet for about two months ago?" Pidge started. Lance nodded, getting more curious, but he also tried to suppress the memory of the mission.
"Hunk made a perfect recreation of nachos, or he says so at least, I thought they were a little off," Pidge said with a big grin on her face. "They tasted exactly like Lance and I made them back on earth, so yes, I nailed making them," Hunk said with a huff. "Alright, silence in the court" Lance yelled, clapping his hand against his lap to make it sound like in a real court. "I can't make a judgment about this case, since it happened while I was gone, so… You are both sentences GUILTY, for making nachos while I wasn't there" Lance said with a fake pout.
Lance sat silently, hearing his friends fight over food replacement. He could already hear the silence in his ear being replaced by a slow ringing, this sat Lance on the edge because it meant he should get ready for a siren and a sharp pain that would follow the ringing.
"Hey Lance, are you okay?" Lance's head snapped to the side, facing Keith who had asked him the question. "Yeah, man, why wouldn't I be?" Lance said with a very convincing but fake smile. "I don't know, you just looked pale" Keith stared intensely at Lance, trying to read the other boy's expression.
"My sleep wasn't very good, but it's fine, I could still beat you in a match," Lance said with a teasing tone, trying to start a friendly bickering with the raven-haired boy. Unfortunately, Keith didn't take the bait as he normally would. "Okay, if you need company or whatever, just ask, okay?" Keith muttered, looking shyly away. Before Lance could really recognize what the older boy said, the ringing became more intense. He needed to get away. Lace stood up so suddenly that he accidentally hit the table in front of him. "Sorry…" Lance's voice was so little, that it was almost impossible to hear.
Three pairs of eyes followed the Cuban out, as he hurried away. "What was that about?" Pidge asked confused. Hunk shrugged and looked concerned after Lance. Keith didn't answer, but looked hurt at the door instead, what if it was his fault Lance reacted as he did?
A/N: Yeah, Tomorrow is going to be crazy, so see you when I guess.