"Honey I'm home!" Matt pushed the door open as he let Pidge in as Lance was on the couch with blue. The pit bull lifted her head and barked happily at the siblings as she jumped up and ran over.

"The one reason I came, hi blue!" Pidge opened her arms for the dangerous dog as she cooed at her and ruffled her floppy ears.

"Hunks picking up Shay, they'll be here in a little," Matt told lance as he walked over.

"Sweet, where's Keith?" Lance asked smirking.

"He's not here?" Pidge stood up. "I told him to just come over even without the invitation,"

"Yea I thought the word got around enough for him to come," Lance hugged confused crossing his arms.

"Oh katie! Matt, so glad your here," María walked down stairs hearing the guest as she kissed pidges cheek and hugged Matt.

"Hey María," Pidge giggled at the kind woman.

"Everyone's gone tonight, Marco is taking Jess out tonight cause she's been stressing with the new baby so Luis is watching all three tonight," lance rubbed his hands together smirking.

"Don't worry about me ruining your fun, I'm going to the spa with Veronica in a little, I haven't seen my eldest daughter in months," María patted the siblings shoulders and grabbed her purse.

"But I do not want to see my liquor missing, do you kids understand?" María pointed to them sharply.

"Si mama, give Ron a big ol kiss for me," Lance waved her out the door and she kissed her sons cheek walking out as Lance closed the door behind him smirking at the holts.

"Little does she know I have vodka in my closet," he grinned evilly.

"No way," Matt laughed.

"Perks of stealing your brothers id at 2 in the morning, everyone's to tired to care," Lance snickered and looked at his phone.

"Hold that thought though, I'll be right back," Lance bit his lips checking the time.

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Keith sat on his bed listening to relaxing music as he was drawing sitting cross legged on his fluffy black bedding.

He curved the lead on the paper to smooth out the edges of a house- a cabin or shack- in a lonely desert with nothing but dust, rocks and very few trees as he tried to make the wood look more realistic.

Keith bit the end of the pencil frowning at his shading and touched up a part on the roof of the shack. He turned to the side seeing his phone was lighting up and vibrating.

"Hello?" He answered the call on his phone.

"Whatcha doin'?" Lance sang over the phone.

"Nothing important," Keith huffed tossing his pencil on the side of the bed. He's been disappointed as his first art show was canceled and put to the side for weeks cause of the school being more interested in sports rather than art.

"Good, look out your window," lance chuckled and Keith frowned confused and got up from his bed to walk around and went to his bedroom window.

There, he saw lance leaning against his grandfathers car with a goofy grin looking up.

"Where ya been mullet?" Lance asked as Keith could kinda hear him at the same time.

"What are you doing here lance? Don't you have people in your house?" Keith said leaning against one leg more with a sigh.

"Aha so you do know about my Cyndi Lauper sleep over," Lance smirked up at him.

"And what about it?" Keith opened the window hanging up the phone as he sat on the windowsill looking down at lance. The Cuban put his phone in his pocket and walked forward, closer to the apartment building.

"Mullet oh Mullet please let down your hair!" Lance put a hand on his chest dramatically.

"Fuck off McClain," Keith frowned down at him.

"Were you seriously not coming tonight?" Lance smiled sadly up at him shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Don't want people getting the wrong idea, they may start rumors that you love me," Keith teased as he let a smile pass his lips.

"Hm that would be weird if that wasn't already the whole idea kogane," he rolled his eyes unable to stop the smirk.

"But seriously," Lance gulped.

"I didn't want to interfere, you deserve some time with your friends," Keith shrugged.

"Your my friend too..."

Keith looked at him knitting his eye brows together as he was confused by lances actions and words.

"Come on, grab some clothes and let's get ice cream or something, then I'll take you back to my place and hang out with the others," lance motioned to the car smiling.

"Lactose genius," Keith snorted.

"I said or something, come on, we can tell them we fucked and that's why it took so long," lance teased back and Keith choked on air and laughed covering his mouth with a few coughs.

"Only in your dreams of that being reality," Keith covered his mouth to hide the smile.

"Then what's the point of friend with benefits!" Lance threw up his hands sarcastically.

"Come on, no kids and no parents, including John, let me kidnap you for the night," those blue eyes shimmered in the moon light as Keith was only on the second story, the feeling of the night air.

"We go get jamba, and you got a deal," Keith huffed swinging his legs back inside as he threw off his shorts and put jeans back on and a red hoodie.

"Hurry your pale ass! Jamba is no joke!" Lance called through the window and Keith shook his head grabbing sweat pants for pajamas and most likely the clothes for tomorrow but accidentally threw in his pajama shorts as well, throwing in his tooth brush and deodorant in the bag to follow. He slipping on his converse and put his hair in a messy but with his bangs falling.

Keith looked the door behind him and walked down the stairs to the front door of the apartments only to hear music blasting from lances car of 'cake by the ocean'.

"You gotta be kidding me," Keith shook his head opening the door and lance head bobbed to the song.

"Talk to me baby! I'm going blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa!  Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy! Ah ya ya ya ya I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean!" Lance pointed at him dramatically singing along.

"Stop it,"