AN (pre-chapter) - I'm back! So, some quick info about this chapter.

I decided to make Lance's younger siblings older than they were pictured in the show. In the show, the younger siblings are pictured as between ages 4-8, while Lance is 16-18. In this fic, when Lance is 18, the younger siblings are 15-16 years old. I also wasn't sure who all the members in his family were, so I decided on Grandma and Grandpa, 2 Aunts, an Uncle (who is married to one of the aunts) an older brother and sister, and a younger brother and sister.

This chapter takes place during the summer between 4th and 5th grade, on Lance's birthday, hence the chapter name.

Lance: She doesn't own Voltron or it's characters!

Me: Dammit, Lance! I told you not to do that!

Keith: Enjoy!

Me: Keith!

Lance: Oh! And translations of Spanish are in parentheses at end of sentences!

Keith: Let her know if they are translated wrong! She used Google Translate :P

Pidge: Guys! Let them read!

Summer between 4th and 5th grade (Lance's POV) (Lance's birthday-turns 10):

I groan, as I wake up to screaming. From what I can hear, it sounds like the 2 youngest are fighting. I sit up as my bed rocks. I live on the top floor with my VERY big family. There's Grandma Buel and Grandpa TR; Mom and Dad; Aunt Renee; Aunt Cait; Uncle Doug; my big sister, Rosa; my big brother Jack; my little sister Sierra; my little brother David; and myself. I stand up out of my hammock, pulling it back to the wall so it's out of the way. Making my way down the stairs, I see the younger kids screaming.

"Quiero ver Cake Wars!" Sierra yells. (I want to watch Cake Wars!)

"Bueno, quiero ver Voltron!" Jack yells back. (Well, I want to watch Voltron!)

"Hey hey hey. Cálmese. ¿Dónde está mamá y papas?" I interrupt, taking the controller from Sierra, and turning it to the music app. (Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. Where's Mom and Pops?)

"They left." Jack replies in English, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah. They said something about work." Sierra backs Jack up.

"What about everyone else?"

"Work." the two of them reply in unison, listening to the music I got playing. I move my hips as I set the controller down, up out of their reach. "Whatever then. Stop yelling or you're going to wake the entire building up. I'll be back to make breakfast in 15 minutes, bueno?" (...okay?)

"Sí." they reply again. (Yes/Yeah)

I head to my dresser, grabbing clothes, and then head to one of the three bathrooms. While I'm in the shower, I hear the doorbell ring. The door opens, some voices talk, and then the sound of the door shutting again echoes. I quickly finish and change so I can scold the kids for opening the door. I toss my dirty laundry in the overflowing hamper, and go to the living area. "¡Que demonios! Usted sabe que no se supone que debe abrir la puerta sin alguien mayor en la habitación!" I yell as I enter. (What the hell! You know you aren't supposed to open the door without someone older in the room!)

"But, we checked the hole, and it was the cute boy from downstairs." Sierra replies, holding a box in her hands.'Keith? He knows what apartment we live in? Wait, he's not cute..' "Well, what did he want?" I ask, hoping I can pass the redness on face for anger. Sierra walks over, and holds the box out to me. "It says, 'Happy birthday, Lance.'" I take the box from her and retreat to the sleeping area. I pull out my hammock again, and sit down with the box in my lap. I open it up, and there's a note and a hand drawn picture.

Lance,

I don't understand you at all.

I thought we were getting somewhere in 3rd grade.

You know, becoming friends?

But, after this past school year, I realized you don't care.

You never did.

And I hate you for playing with my feelings.

-Keith

P.S. Happy 10th Birthday.

I stare at the paper until I feel something roll down my cheek and see it drop onto the paper, leaving a water stain on it. I quickly fold the note and take a look at the picture, or pictures, as it's more than one, but on one piece of paper.

The first is a silhouette of a boy running up to someone sitting against the wall. The one running is colored blue, the one against the wall is colored black.

The second is a silhouette of a book in someone's hands, and there's a note with scribbles on it. 'Is that supposed to indicate there's writing on the paper?' I wonder to myself. The book is red, and the note is blue, and the hands are black.

The third is a silhouette of two boys holding hands while there is fog from their breaths. One boy is in blue with brown hair; the other boy in red with black hair.

The fourth photo is a silhouette of the blue boy pouring glue into the red boy's hair. 'I remember that. It was fourth grade, right before picture day. One of my friends dared me to put glue in Keith's hair. He got it out without cutting, but it was still messy afterwards, but his photo didn't come out too bad.' I feel my face go red as the thought crosses my mind.

The final picture is a multi-thing. The red boy sitting at a desk; then the red boy knocking on a door with a box; then blue boy opening the box.

'Wow, he's amazing at drawing. I'll keep these forever.' I smile and close up the box.

AN (post-chapter) - Yay! It's done! Just so you know, I write these chapters in advance, which, in the long run, may make it so I upload at random intervals.

Hope you liked it! Please remember to let me know if I translated something wrong. I typed in my English sentence and copied what it gave me back as the Spanish translation.