Dancing To Our Love // Klance (COMPLETE)

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After cleaning up and packing, Keith and Lance's phones both went off. Keith's simply buzzed with a knocking noise, Lance's phone let out a quite loud ping. Lance whipped out his phone, skimming through the words that were written on the phone.

"Training starts at 12! Try make it by 11:45! We'll finish at around 6 with two breaks. Obviously it'll be in the studio. Any questions just text or call me!
~Shiro"

Lance looked up to Keith, obviously panicking. It had taken them around half an hour to get here, and it was currently half past eleven.

"Well that's perfect. If we run we should get there just in time." Lance shrugged, grabbing his wallet and walking towards Keith's bedroom door.

"No way, as if I'd run in this weather." Keith snorted, grabbing his own wallet and a set of keys.

Lance caught sight of the keys in the raven haired boys hand, crossing his arms. "You had a ride all this time yet you walked and made me walk too." He muttered coldly.

"Well, I prefer to only use my bike on special occasions." Keith growled back, walking out the door and out of the apartment.

Lance jogged behind him. For a short legged boy like him he moved fast. "Wait, bike as in motor bike? Not cycling bike. Friggin' dangerous bike that hundreds of people die on each year?!" Lance blabbers.

"What? You scared?" Keith gave Lance a cocky smirk.

Lance scowled. "No, but if I die you have to pay for my funeral." Lance storms out and onto the pavement. Keith lived on the bottom floor of his apartment building so he had the privilege of having a garage too.

He pulled open said garages and wheeled out a red bike. It was super clean, shining in the bright sunlight. If Lance were to be honest, he would say he loved it, that it was super nice. But Lance isn't very honest when it comes to other people, especially people he's trying to be better than.

Keith climbed onto the bike after locking the garage closed, throwing a spare helmet at Lance who caught it with quick reflexes.

"Get on loser." Keith smirked pushing his own helmet on his head, his hair tucking into the red and white helmet while he was at it.

Lance frowned and pulled on the blue and white helmet, climbing on behind Keith. He refused to hold on, clutching the back of the bike instead of Keith.

"If I were you I would wrap your arms around my waist." Keith said, starting up the bike, the engine rumbling loudly before settling.

"Uh, no." Lance yelled over the engine.

"Alright, but don't complain to me when you fall off in the middle of the road. That one of the reasons why hundreds of people die on bikes each year. They fall off for being too proud and not holding on." Keith smirked, beginning to move slowly, pulling out of the apartment area.

Lance smirked back, crossing his arms. "See I don't need to hold on, this is a piece of cake."

Keith chuckled at that, suddenly speeding up and zooming down the road and towards the studio. That made Lance hold on, wiping the cocky smirk right off his face. He let out a shriek before grabbing Keith's shoulders.

"What the hell was that for?!" He screeched in Keith ear causing the boy to cringe.

"I told you to hold onto my waist!" He retorted, continuing to drive at the pace he was at.

Lance scowled, holding onto Keith's shoulders, later wrapping them around Keith's waist.

"We're almost there. Around five more minutes left." Keith informed Lance, taking a sharp turn around a corner. Lance tightened his grip around Keith's waist as he turned. He got used to Keith's bike, but he couldn't help but feel weary at the sharp turns.

"Right. So we should be there just in time." Lance sighed, resting his chin on Keith's shoulder. Keith couldn't help but blush at Lance's actions, mentally thanking past self for buying a helmet that covered his face rather than just his eyes.

"Yeah..." And just after five minutes they did make it, Lance and Keith pulling off their helmets and putting them in a compartment in the back of the bike. They both strolled inside with smiles on their faces. But when they got inside they were shocked to see everyone already there.

"What? I though we made it here on time. How come nobody got lost? Everyone is new here! At least one person should've got lost!" Lance whined.

"You're late by nearly ten minutes." Shiro replied. "We had to wait for you both to get here before we could start."

"Well, it's Keith's fault for not driving fast enough." Lance blamed Keith, crossing his arms.

"What? No way! You wouldn't let me go faster than two miles per hour or else you'd have a heart attack!" Keith yelled, scowling at Lance.

"No, I was totally fine with you going as fast as you wanted! But you decided to go nice and slow, like a snail!"

Keith gasped in disgust, about to yell back before Shiro spoke up.

"It's fine! I was hoping to start early, but we'll just start now. It's pretty much twelve anyway."

The boys nodded, Keith continuing to grumble under his breath while Lance returned to Pidge and Hunk.