Hi, please correct my Spanish and point out mistakes as per usual! Thank you!

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Mondays. Many people often complained they hated these days simply because they're what shows the mark of the work week beginning, but Keith hated Mondays simply because of one thing. He sucked at chemistry. Out of all the things he could have sucked at like calculus or even history, his brain chose the one that would get extremely complicated if you couldn't keep up with it.

He sat at the family table with his laptop in front of his face, a plate full of food and a cup of orange juice next to it with a look of complete and utter bleakness on his face as he stared at the formula for heat of fusion. "I'm sure that my drama from Saturday is put behind everyone mom, no need to worry!" Vivian said with a weak smile as she ate her breakfast next to Keith.

The people who had filmed the fight posted it on social media with Vivian's name on it (for extra views of course) and it blew up at an alarming rate causing Keith's parents to feel concerned about how Vivian's future work opportunities would be affected by it and whatnot, but also because they didn't want kids at her school to ask questions about it. Just by looking at the freshman's face you could tell that she had been in a nasty fight; her lip was bruised and busted, part of her cheek bone had been badly bruised causing an area in the white of her eye to become bloodshot, and she had a small band aid on her eyebrow that covered a cut from one of the displays she knocked into. She looked better than Marcia for sure; Keith saw the photos in the group chat.

Keith squinted at the formula on his laptop as he tried to ignore his family. He liked to start his homeschooling early in order to enjoy the rest of his day, but he hated having to listen to his family during breakfast. "Sweetie, people don't forget a pretty face like yours being in a fight!" Sandra exclaimed, "Especially when you fight with such lowlife trash," she sounded so privileged, Keith felt like puking where he sat with his eyes glues to the screen.

"She wasn't garbage..." Keith mumbled under his breath as he continued to dread over the question staring back at him on the laptop.

Calling Marcia garbage was the pot calling the kettle black in a way since Sandra was absolute trash. Keith only defended Marcia because of one thing though, Lance. Once Keith got home Saturday night and had time to think things over in a hot bath, he realized it had been his own fault for confusing Lance and Marcia, but he would never admit that to the Spanish boy so instead, once he saw that Lance had stalked his Instagram and accidentally liked his old photo, he decided to return the favor. Well, he may have saved a few photos from Lance's profile but it wasn't like anyone could see his collections.

"Keith, don't look at the screen for too long or we'll have to buy you glasses," Keith's father sighed from where he sat, stuffing his face with waffles and bacon.

Keith shot a glare at the man with greasy hair before he went back to the question he just couldn't quite understand. "Mom, it isn't like I started the fight," Vivian stated defensively, "She punched Keith first and since he's a boy he can't hit her, so I had to do something!" She exclaimed and pointed her fork at Keith.

'Don't drag me into this...' Keith frowned as he tried to hide behind his computer with a stressful face. He definitely didn't want to be dragged into this conversation when he had more pressing matters at hand. "That isn't the point!" Sandra gasped, "The point is that-"

"That what I did wasn't very ladylike and that I should never break a nail for a fist fight blah blah blah," Vivian mocked her mother's words from Saturday and used her free hand to mimic someone talking.

"Tell her to not speak to me in that tone!" Sandra ordered her husband who looked dead inside.

Keith's father sighed deeply and waved his hand lazily, "Don't disrespect your mother, Vivian..."

"Like she'll listen to that!"

"I did as you said."

"I still don't know why you're so concerned over a simple fight mother."

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose and felt like screaming in frustration as he clenched his teeth. He felt like he were about to explode and quite honestly, if it helped him solve this heat of fusion problem he was totally okay with dying. "Shut up!" Keith shouted with distress as he stood up and grabbed his laptop roughly, leaving his uneaten food on the table. His family was made up of a bunch of children who couldn't do anything by themselves, except when it came to certain things which made Keith abhor the thought of being around them all day long. "I'll be locked in my room so I can actually graduate on time if anyone needs me!" He announced with a bilious look to his face as he marched away without a peep of complaints from his family at the table who all had matching pouts on their faces.

Once he got to his room he tossed his computer onto his chair in front of his desk and collapsed onto his bed in frustration. He could do his work at any time of the day so a little relaxing couldn't hurt a soul, could it? He was about ready to drift off to sleep when his phone chimed receiving a text message, making him flail around in his bed like a little child throwing a tantrum. Was it too hard to ask for a little quietness once in a while?

He rolled over in his bed and grabbed his phone and pulled it over to his face nearly ripping the charger out of the wall in the process. After a few swears and password fails, Keith managed to open his phone and see that it had been the group chat for his 'friends' that chimed. He watched as the group of four sent cringy texts to one another often using that stupid little 'XD' face and saying dumb things like 'Rawr' or even 'Nya~'. They sounded like weeaboos more than they did emo.

"Why are you bothering me so god damn early!" Keith wailed in despair as he read a text talking about going out to the woods later on after school to do what they normally did. He lazily agreed to this before he had a stroke of genius; he could ask the support group chat if any of them knew how to solve heat of fusion problems.

Once he replied to the delinquent friends, he switched chats and began to type rather sloppily on his phone asking for help from anyone there on his chemistry. He felt like an idiot but hell, what did he have to lose? They probably already thought he was an idiot with how he dressed, talked, and how he started a fight with Lance's sister.

Within a minute he got texts back saying either 'no' or 'I don't have time for this' (Thanks Allura) from everyone but Lance who didn't reply yet. Keith groaned and considered just skipping his chemistry work all together until he finally got an answer he was kind of looking for;

Weird food kid: Sure, I can help you after school as long as you admit you were in the wrong about trying to fight me at the police station (￣︶￣)

Keith cringed bitterly at the screen, there was no way in hell he would dare admit that in a group chat, not ever! He began to angrily mash his thumbs against his phone screen as he crinkled up his nose. How dare Lance have the audacity to act like a cocky, snot nosed brat in front of the entire chat?

Keith: no way, you're a fucking prick you know that?

It wasn't before long until Lance responded with a quick little, 'My sister always says that' in the chat making Pidge ironically spam the laughing face emoji. Keith felt as if his blood were boiling in his veins as his face grew bright red in anger, he wanted to choke Lance the second he met him again.

Daddy issues: Just say you're sorry, Keith. All this arguing is pointless and won't help you at all.

Keith narrowed his eyes at Allura's texts as he smashed the back button and decided to privately text Lance quickly (and reluctantly) apologizing to him and asking him to help Keith with his chemistry later on that day. It showed that Lance opened and read it, so Keith's chest became tight with anxiety as he awaited the verdict. The tiny bubble with three dots appeared before it disappeared nearly instantly, then it reappeared and stayed there for a long moment.

Keith felt like he was about ready to burst in a mixture of embarrassment, anxiety, and even impatience as he waited until he finally received it.

Weird food kid: Sure y not. But u got to help me w/algebra after I help u. K?

Keith sighed and felt his worries wash away as he quickly agreed to it and promised to uphold his end of the deal as long as he could help him well enough to understand it. They agreed to face timing later that night around eight and left it at that before Keith fell asleep texting him. He was actually happy and relieved as he shut his eyes slowly; drifting off into a dream he wouldn't wake from until two in the afternoon.

It had been about the fight that had happened on Saturday, but the only thing different had been that his liver had gone into a total failure and forced him to go to the hospital. That was one of his biggest fears in the recent times; his liver going to shit and forcing him to be carried to the hospital only to find out that there was nothing the doctors could do. He would sit in his hospital bed alone as he stared at the water stained roof with tears in his eyes, no matter how rebellious and badass he acted, he still feared death like so many other people. He didn't want to die before he even found his true identity out in the real world.

When he awoke, his day had gone by in a blur up until the moments he shared with his 'friends' in the woods behind the mini mart they often went to in order to do some activities that weren't so legal. There was a small area with a large rock where they all sat at as they drew stupid things on the stone's surface and laughed as they each took a hit from a blunt. They were what most would call troubled, but Keith really enjoyed this part of hanging out with the cringe fest of a friend group since weed actually helped him with his pain.

"Yo, what if I like," Damon began to squint into the distance as he spoke aloud. He was the 'leader' of sorts; whatever he wanted to do was what everyone did. He wore white face paint and wore black contacts that gave Keith the creeps at times and he also wore a necklace with a pentagram on it. "What if we spray paint dicks on Mrs. McKinley's house tonight?" He offered.

Crystal, or Raven as she preferred to be addressed as, shook her blue pigtails curtly and rolled her eyes as she sucked in a deep breath with the lit blunt that would be passed to Keith once she was done. "That's wayyyy too easy, she's like sixty Damon, why not do it to the sheriff?" She blew out a puff of smoke and giggled slightly as she leaned over to look at Keith with dull green eyes full of content. She held the blunt up to his lips and the two of them giggled, "Take your hit Keith!" She exclaimed as he leaned over and took his fair share.

He blew the smoke into the air and laughed slightly, "I'd fucking love to get revenge on that asshole!" Keith exclaimed as he smiled at Raven.

Raven was the only girl in the group so she sort of floated around the group for the lack of a better term. All of them except Keith had tried their way with her and she was very insistent on trying to get in his pants with how much she tried to flirt with him by sitting on his lap, purposely dropping stuff in front of him when she wore a low-cut shirt, the list honestly could go on for years but the most recent was when she got dressed in front of him after they went swimming in a her school pool at night. She was a sweet girl when she wasn't trying so hard, but the name Raven didn't quite fit her. She chose that name because she thought it had been 'edgy' and 'emo'. Keith had no issues with her unless she wanted to be called a stupid name like 'Ebony' or even 'Enoby' but Raven just wasn't her thing.

"Get a room you two!" Damon exclaimed lazily as he reached over and took their blunt away from Raven's hand.

Off to the side, drawing as usual, sat Ricky who was the freak of the group in Keith's eye. He had long, black hair with red tips and would make poetry about suicide and just draw questionable things all day. According to Damon, Ricky belonged to a suburban family which was hard to imagine since the scrawny kid looked like his clothes came from the goodwill dumpster half the time.

Keith shook his head at Damon and tried to not sound rude to the girl who was now leaning on him with her chest against his arm and her black and pink skirt hiked as far up as it could go. "I'm not going to be doing anything with Raven..." He smiled weakly. Trust the gay guy; he knew what he was saying even while under the influence.

If he could describe how he felt in as few words as possible, it would be that he felt like his body was lighter than a cloud and his chest was all warm and fuzzy. "That's what Damon said before he had her cheat on me with him," Whispered Ricky from his little secluded area where he continued to draw with chalk on the stone.

"Let bygones be bygones dude," Damon sighed out a large puff of smoke as he lay against the rock happily.

Keith yawned loudly as he stretched his free arm and itched the side of his head. "How's your eye?" Raven asked in concern as she reached up and touched his bruised eye gently before jumping when Keith winced in pain.

"It hurts like a bitch," Keith admitted to the girl as he slouched slightly. He wanted to check his phone for some odd reason, but he didn't want to seem rude.

Raven cuddled up against him and began to slide her hand down his arm and began to edge a little too close to a certain area which sent Keith into high alert. He may try to be nice to the girl, but there was a fine line of what she could and couldn't do to him, touching him below the navel area was definitely off limits as a gay man. "I really like sensitive guys you know..." She whispered making Keith's heart nearly explode in surprise.

He should have known she would try to flirt with him physically like this, but he didn't expect her to do it so soon in their friendship. He went to push her off of him until his phone began to ring in his pocket giving him an amazing reason to cut this interaction short. He shook her off and dug into his pocket for his phone to see that it was Lance calling him. It was seven thirty.

He had forgotten about their little thing. He nearly screamed in frustration as he excused himself and slid off the rock and onto the leafy ground below him. He swiped right to answer the call and tried to sound well put together, "What's up man?" He coughed slightly.

Lance was silent on the other end for a moment as Keith walked around the forest a little, "Keith, you answered my face time. Why are you holding your phone against your ear?" Lance asked in a cheerless tone.

Keith nearly dropped his phone and crushed it under his heel in embarrassment as he reluctantly pulled it away from his ear to look at the screen to see an unexpected yet beautiful (was that really the word to describe it though?) sight on Lance's end. The boy was wearing a large T-shirt that barely fit his skinny frame, shorts, a pair of thick framed black glasses, and his supposedly 'straight' locks of hair curling up slightly making him look like someone entirely new and very hypnotic to stare at. Maybe it was the weed talking or not but Keith could help himself as he held the phone really close to his face to get a closer look at Lance.

"Damn..." He breathed out as he squinted at the very creeped out, curly haired Lance McClain who seemed like he would rather die than talk to Keith.

Lance narrowed his eyes with a bleak look on his face, "Pardon me?" He mused as Keith continued to stare at him quietly. "Are you high?" Lance asked with fake concern.

"No," Keith responded a bit too quickly as he began to stumbled out of the woods. The mini mart was only two minutes away from his house so he could totally make it there in time for Lance to help him. "Are you high?" He asked.

Lance stared blankly at the phone before letting out a very long and dreadful sounding sigh, "I'll help you tomorrow I suppose. Bye," he reached over to end the call, but Keith didn't want to lose sight of such a beautiful thing.

Keith stopped where he stood and threw his arms into the air before he shouted, "Stop!" At the top of his lungs causing Lance to freeze up with his hand reaching out to his phone with a look of surprise painted across his face.

Lance placed his face in his hands and sighed once again, "Eres más malo que marihuana..." He groaned deeply in a depressed tone as if talking to Keith was some sort of task.

Keith gasped and brought his phone close to his face once more, "Are you an alien? I bet you're an alien because you used that weird alien language just now!" He was a believer.

Lance seemed like he wanted to cry in pity for himself as he looked at his phone in despair, "I spoke in Spanish Keith, Spanish! That isn't a stupid alien language!" He exclaimed.

Keith stared at his phone in disbelief as he left the woods, forgetting to even tell his friends he was going to head home. "I know what Spanish sounds like, I had a Spanish teacher, but you don't sound anything like her!" Keith stated.

"I'm a boy Keith; I won't sound like a woman speaking Spanish..." Lance mumbled. He ran his thumbs across his eyebrows as he took a deep breath, "Y'know what, yeah I'm an alien, but you got to keep it secret and I'll keep the whole part with you staring at me and breathing heavily into the mic to myself. Deal?"

"Well I don't want what happened to ET to happen to you Lancelot," Keith whispered quietly into the phone as if someone were going to hear him on the very quiet road he walked on.

Lance leaned back slightly as his blue eyes widened, "What did you just call me?" Lance asked.

Keith pressed a finger to his lips, "Shhh, Lancelot keep your voice down or they could hear you."

Lance was stunned for a moment until a small smile played its way across his lips, "Lancelot? I like the ring it has, sounds like the name given to a knight doesn't it?" He sang.

Keith shook his head, "No, a prince!" He proclaimed to the world with such confidence in his voice that Lance couldn't help but laugh in hysterics. Keith frowned in confusion at his phone as Lance held a hand against his stomach while he laughed. "Did I say something wrong?" He asked quizzically.

Lance shook his head, "No, I'm just happy you're not going to remember any of this that happened when you wake up tomorrow," He stated and shifted his position on his bed so that he was closer to the phone with his chin in his palm. "Where you heading, samurai?" He asked.

Keith smiled at his nickname as he picked up his pace, "Home, I don't want to miss my study session with you, heat of Fanta is hard to understand," he replied.

"Fusion, also you say Fanta weirdly," Lance stated nonchalantly. "You say it like faun-ta, it's fan-ta."

"Fanta," Keith corrected Lance's inquiry.

Lance narrowed his eyes slightly as his smile dropped, "No it is Fanta. Emphasis on fan," He growled.

Keith shook his head with annoyance, "Look it up you shitty alien, it is Fanta!" Keith hissed.

The two began to argue back and forth about the proper pronunciation of the damn soda product while Keith walked up his driveway, completely ignoring his mother and her group of friends who come over all the time to share cups of wine and talk about how their husbands aren't performing well enough to suit their needs anymore. Sandra only looked up once when Keith screamed 'Fanta' at the top of his lungs before slamming his bedroom door shut obnoxiously.

"Well wake up my whole damn family why don't you!" Lance huffed as he crossed his arms on his bed.

Keith collapsed on his bed and put his phone on the charger, "You mean your bitchy sister?" He asked.

Lance clenched his jaw for a second and look away from the camera as he sat in silence, then he let out a small sigh and relaxed once more. "Sorry Keith, about the whole Marcia thing. Don't hold anything against her will 'ya? She's going through a rough time too you know."

Keith stared at his phone quietly as he admired how much Lance could still care for someone like the girl who punched him without provocation. "Sure, I guess?" He said warily.

Lance yawned and stretched his arms above his head slowly before he relaxed and rubbed his eyes under the pair of glasses he wore. "I should be heading to bed; sorry we didn't get to help you with your problem because you were high, so maybe tomorrow or Wednesday night if we get paired up together?" He mumbled.

"Sure, goodnight Lancelot. Dream of your alien friends," Keith giggled slightly as he too yawned.

"Spanish friends," Lance corrected Keith once more before he looked down and away from the camera. "Can I say something before we end the call?" He asked quietly. "You won't remember it so I'll be fine."

That's a common misconception, high people do remember everything that happened to an extent, but curiosity knew Keith too well, "I won't remember so ask away."

"Well, I wanted to know what you thought of me. Not in a romantic way obviously since we barely know each other but if we were friends; what would you think about me?" He asked with blue eyes full of hope.

Keith's purple gaze stayed on Lance's while he spoke confidently, "I would think you're weird, but not weird weird like the creepy weird. The acceptable weird that makes your friends happy to be around you. I would also think that I would complement your smile because it looks really pretty and-"

"Okay, I think that should be the end of the call before you admit your undying love to me, Samurai," Lance covered his smile as he tried not to laugh at his own joke.

Keith frowned, "I could never love someone as weird as you!" He exclaimed.

Lance dropped his hand and revealed his smile as he reached over to end the call, "I thought you said I was a good weird?" When he saw how distraught Keith was over the statement that completely contradicted what he had just shouted, Lance smiled even wider. "Goodnight, Keith."

The call ended after the final goodbye and Lance left Keith speechless as he stared at the phone to see they had spoken to eight thirty. He must've taken a very long time to walk all the way home since he was preoccupied with Lance. He slipped on his shirt and wiped off the stupid makeup on his face before he changed into a pair of shorts himself and settled back into bed to stare at the empty space beside him.

Lance was stupid; Keith could never ever love someone like him. Ever.

NO, they're not gonna bang next chapter sorry. I pace the romance in my stories usually and it takes 11-13 chapters usually to get the romance in it sometimes but this one will take like 23 tbh because character development and world development and whatnot y'know. Don't get upset over this because love doesn't happen instantly and it takes time before it really happens. These two will be bros before they hoe around with each other y'all

Hope you enjoyed the update though because I enjoyed writing it. How do you say fanta? I say it like faun-ta so sue me lmfao

Have a great day/night!

-Anri

Also on a side note, why is there so much hate in the voltron fandom like yeah I get why some people don't like Shaladin and I understand that but like don't be so over dramatic? It's an animated show it isn't real so don't threaten to stop watching the show just because Klance doesn't canon. It honestly makes Klance shippers look like a bunch of children and I really don't like that because people generalize shippers based on the few bad apples and the same goes for Shaladin shippers as well like

Can't we just be happy with the hard work our VA's and animators do? And anyways, this show will go on for eight seasons from what I remember so like, I would prefer to have Klance be a gradual thing like KorraSami was in TLOK. Like I don't think Lance is ready for any type of relationship because he's just so competitive all the time and Keith has severe abandonment issues that he's yet to get over in the show because of his dad so like why can't the relationship be gradual because I want some damn character development you know. To make klance a thing in season three (or four) would be a bad move on Mir's move tbh because the characters just aren't mature enough just yet for something like that in my opinion. Also, if klance doesn't become canon get over it and enjoy the show for that good ass plot!

That is all, I love you guys but please be more mindful of the stuff that you say!