Birthday Wishes

Day one: Monday, April 2017 7:37 am If Keith had gone back in time and told his past self that he’d be the happiest man alive with Lance Sanchez he would have never believed himself. He used to think he lived only to hate Lance, to compete against him, and be better than him. He would have never guessed he'd be dating him for over two years now. Two stinking years. Two years of Lance’s constant shirtless sleeps, his hogging of the bed and how he slobbers while he sleeps. Two years of Lance's off-key singing and his hip rolling dances. Lance singing Shakira and Beyoncé in the hour long showers he takes. Two years of waking up to Lance cooking pancakes or an omelette for breakfast. Two years. Honestly, Keith couldn't think of anything better than this. But there were times when he wished Lance would disappear for a few hours. This moment was one of those times. Keith groaned, gripping the pillow his head rested on tightly. He felt tugging at his legs as the blanket was yanked off of him. He groaned louder, sleep escaping his body with every sound he made. “Get up pretty boy!” A voice came from besides the bed, the direction in which the blanket was yanked off. Keith groaned one last time, before sitting up in defeat. He rubbed at his eyes with his palms like a small child. When he opened one eye he was met with a smirking Lance. He was wearing a grey shirt with a ridiculous logo on the front and some knee-length black shorts. His hair was a mess, a bed headed mess, only worse. “Finally! I was planning on getting the water bucket if you slept any longer!” He said, his signature smirk plastered on his freckled face. Keith wanted nothing more than to punch that smirk into the back of his skull. “What do you want, Lance?” Keith grumbled out, not entirely happy of being threatened with a soaked bed. Lance looked at him with disbelief, as if he had asked the stupidest question he could've asked. The smirk that was there before gone, now replaced with a gaping mouth. “You’re kidding right?” He moved his head forward, looking closer at Keith's dark eyes. “You didn't forget did you?”Keith groaned and got up, walking over to the closet besides the bed. “Well then tell me what 'oh-so-important’ thing I forgot now.” Sarcasm rolled off Keith's tongue naturally as he searched for a decent shirt in the pile of laundry in the closet. Lance just started, a blank look in his eyes. Soon it was replaced with a tint of annoyance. “Keith! How could you forget!?”Keith furrowed his brows, looking over his shoulder at Lance. “Alright Mr.Mysterious, just spit it out.”Lance raised his arms in the air, as if declaring the entrance of the queen of England. “It’s Pidge’s birthday, you tonto!” (Tonto: Idiot/Fool) Keith shrugged off the Spanish insult, focusing on the 'oh-so-important’ information he was just given. His eyes then widened as he stared at Lance. He ran over to a table placed at the other side of the room, swatting away some papers placed on it. Keith quickly searched through them, coming to a small sticky note hidden underneath a book. “Pidge's birthday: April 3rd” Was written across the note in Keith's messy handwriting. He looked back at Lance. “Isn't that next week?” He asked, holding up the note.Lance rolled his eyes. “This is next week.”Lance took his phone out of his pocket, only to show Keith the date and time. April 3, 2017 7:48 Keith curse under his breath as he slowly walked back to the part and threw on a random shirt. It had large printed letters “C.O.M.E.T - Clawed Out My Eyes Today”. Lance started at the shirt then looked back at Keith's face. “Appropriate shirt for today…” “Shut the fuck up….” Mumbled Keith as he changed out of his sweatpants and put on some jeans. He looked in the mirror, noticing the large bags under his red puffy eyes. He scoffed slightly, understanding why his shirt was appropriate for his looks. He rolled his tired eyes and slipped on his shoes. “Well come on.” Keith said, grabbing a notepad from the table and opening the door. Lance got up from where he sat on the bed and followed Keith downstairs. Keith was already grabbing his keys when Lance put his shoes on. “Whoa hey wait, aren't we gonna eat first?” He said, opening the fridge door with a tilt of his head. Keith’s stomach grumbled at the thought of eating and he frowned. “We have to get to the store to buy Pidge a gift. We can eat on the way.”Lance exhaled out of his nose forcefully, making a light laughing noise. “You're joking right? You're real funny this morning….” Lance shook his head, searching the fridge for something quick and easy to make. Keith shook his head. “No seriously we have to go now. I don't wanna risk running into anybody we know at the store later today.”Lance groaned and nodded, closing the fridge and walking out the front door with Keith. They drove around the parking lot, Lance drumming his fingers on air drums while he danced in his seat to the music on the radio. Keith tried hard not to look at Lance's hips and focused on finding a parking space. “Lance, settle down and help me look.” Keith said through gritted teeth, squaring his jaw and looking anywhere but at Lance. Lance smirked, his eyes scanning Keith's face. “Yeah sure.” He said this and yet he continued to move in his seat, his body swaying back and forth. Keith didn't understand how someone could stand still yet dance so smoothly, all while sitting down. He shook the thought away. “There!” Lance stopped dancing, his hand extended towards a parking space conveniently near the store they were going into. Keith accelerated slightly, desperate to get to the space. Lance smiled like a dork, watching as another car tried to get into the parking space. “Keith hurry we have to get the space!” Lance's competitive side came out as Keith stepped on the gas. He almost crashed into a car getting into the parking space. Lance smiled in victory. “Atta boy.”Keith blushed, the light pink standing out against his pale skin. Lance continued to smirk as he unbuckled his seatbelt. Keith looked away as he unbuckled his own seatbelt. Even after two years they had these small competitive, flirty moments, and every time they did Keith blushed no matter what. Keith started at the display of books, Lance off looking around another aisle for Pidge-worthy gifts. Keith was a horrible gift giver, which is why he was lucky to have Lance. Lance came 'round the corner, holding the most ridiculous sweatshirt Keith has ever seen. It was a bright red with large green letters sewn onto it. Book Worms Are Warriors Keith immediately rejected it. “Aww come on! She'll totally love it! It's so cringe worthy it's funny!” Lance complained, but Keith still rejected it. “If you wanna buy it, buy it but with your own money.”Lance frowned, mumbling under his breath. “Es solo una simple blusa idiota, que sencillo es comprar una blusa?” (It's just a simple shirt, how easy is it to buy one shirt?) Keith rolled his eyes. He'd become accustomed to Lance’s ignorant spanish. As Keith looked around Lance continued to complain, mumbling every once in awhile. They walked into the “Gadgets” section, Lance walking to each and every device on display. “Maybe we can buy Pidge a life…..” Keith heard him murmur once, silently giggling about it. He looked at the computers for a while before moving on. So far they had nothing in the kart apart from the horrible sweatshirt Lance picked, some video games, movies, popcorn, and a hoodie. All for them, except for the sweatshirt. Lance’s eyes light up suddenly, he grabbed something and quickly hid it behind his back. “Keith! Imma go pay for something on my part, you keep looking for a gift for Pidge.” Keith eyed Lance and shrugged. Lance raced off, holding the mystery object out if Keith's eyesight, he disappeared to the front of the store to the cashier while Keith kept looking. Defeated, Keith turned and headed to the front desk, nothing in the kart for Pidge. He paid for the stuff they'd gotten and started walking to the car. There he met Lance waiting for him in the car, a wrapped up object hidden under his arm. Keith ignored the object, putting the bags he was carrying in the trunk of the car and getting into the driver's seat. Once he turned the car on Lance immediately went for the radio. Keith continued to ignore him, trying hard to not look back at him. They drove into their driveway, once parked getting off and grabbing the bags. Keith couldn't believe he had actually bought the ridiculous sweatshirt Lance wanted, he mentally groaned about that. Lance simply ran to the door like an excited five year old. Keith couldn't help but push away his doubts and smile. They went inside their home, dropping the bags off at the doorway, Lance carrying his small object. Curiosity got the best of him. Keith had to ask. “What'd you buy?”Lance smirked, a twinkle in his eyes. “Nothing important.” He said, placing the object under his arm. Keith frowned, obviously annoyed. “Whatever…” Keith got up, walking towards the kitchen. In his hurry to get to the store and leave he forgot to stop for breakfast. He looked at his phone. Monday, April 3 2017 8:26 Keith's frown only grew, his stomach growling loudly at the thought of food. Lance seemed to notice, his smirk turning into a more genuine, amused, smile. “So um, how about those omelettes?” He teased. Keith slowly nodded his head, avoid Lance's eyes. Lance walked into the kitchen, his eyes quickly darting from the fridge to the stove to the cabinet and to Keith. “Sit and watch, pretty boy.” Lance winked, his hands gripping the handles to the fridge. Keith blushed, distracting himself with the now interesting wall. Lance chuckled, taking out the carton of eggs and some milk. He got to work quickly. Cracking eggs and whipping them with a whisk. Keith couldn't help but watch. He never learned how to cook, but he was slowly learning by watching Lance. Lance seemed to know he was being watched, taking his phone from his pocket and swiping through it for a bit, before setting it down on the counter. Keith listened for a second, his ears and eyes straining to know what Lance was doing. Then he heard it. The beat started and the vocals came, and Keith groaned. “Amor prohibido murmuran por las calles.”Lance smiled and set the whisk down, turning towards Keith with an all too well known look in his eyes. “Porque somos de distintas sociedades.”Lance grabbed Keith's wrists and started twirling. Keith stiffly moving along. “Amor prohibido nos dice todo el mundo.”Lance placing his hand on Keith's shoulder and his other hand intertwined with Keith's. They spun a few times before Lance started moving his hips in place. “El dinero no importa en ti y en mi, y en el corazón.”Then Lance starting singing, his voice completely off-key. “OH WHOA, baby!!” The music continued and Lance kept dancing, spinning Keith around a few times. Keith blushed and laughed. He couldn't contain his giggles. Then he laughed harder when the song switched. It was a mix. It was a fucking Hispanic song mix. It was a good transition, but it was dance music. Music you hear in a club. A Hispanic club. Keith laughed at the thought of it. “Yo se que tienes un nuevo amor. Sin embargo te deseo lo mejor. Sí en me, no encontrastes felicidad.” Lance kept singing, the sound ringing in Keith's ears. It wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't something amazing either. Finally Lance let go of Keith, lowering the volume of his phone. Keith was almost disappointed. Almost. Lance continued to make omelettes. The little dance they had distracting them of their hunger. Eventually they had to eat. After eating the two sat down in the living room, Lance scrolling through TV channel and Keith scrolling through his Tumblr trying to find an almost decent gift for Pidge. He checked the time. Monday, April 3 2017 9:54 am He mentally checked off possible gifts as he made a schedule. The party started at seven, we take around one to two hours every time we go to the store, we already went to Target so that leaves that store out, and we still have no gift. Keith frowned, exhaustion showing on his face. He glanced over at Lance who had his face resting on his arm against the sides of the couch. Keith sighed. “Lance we still don't have a gift for Pidge and we need to stop wasting money on things we don't need!” Keith almost begged him. Lance looked back at him, his eyes emotionless. “We already got Pidge's gift.” “I'm not giving her that dumb sweatshirt.” Keith retorted. “Ugh fine.” Lance got up and headed towards the front door, grabbing the car keys from the counter on his way there. Keith followed behind him. He subconsciously stared at Lance's back, his eyes trailing down…. He immediately looked back up when Lance opened the door to the car for him. “Come on, you wanna go to the store for a gift, right? Hurry up.” Lance said, snapping Keith back into reality. - - - “Oh not this again…” Keith grumbled while Lance held a hat in front of him. “It's not even that bad! It's decent!” The hat was green, a black logo at the top with the words 'Nerd. “Fine, let's just leave this store quick, I don't wanna run into anyone we know.” Keith said, mentally slapping himself for agreeing with the gift. They quickly walked out of the store after paying, Lance beaming with victory. They got into the car, with the hat in a bag and Lance grinning like an idiot. Before Keith could start the car's engine Lance's phone rang. He stared at Lance for a second before starting the car. Lance answered the phone, his brows furrowing at the unfamiliar phone number. “Uh, hello?” He went quiet for a second, before his eyes widened with surprise. “Naomi?!” Lance almost shouted, Keith only stared at him. Naomi?