Dancing To Our Love // Klance (COMPLETE)

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"Keith! Get up!" Shiro yelled, banging on his younger brother's door.

"Yeah, yeah..." Keith groaned, reluctantly dragging himself out of bed.

He pulled on a red sweater with the school's logo on it and some black pants. Then he put on some shoes and tied up his raven hair and running out to Shiro. He was already dressed with almost the same outfit but with pale blue jeans on instead.

"Grab something fast, Coran is twenty minutes away from the studio!" Shiro called as he dashed around to find his keys.

"Alright, and if you're looking for your keys they're under the table in the living room." Keith called but a lot calmer.

Shiro paused and looked at Keith, then under the table. He then dove down to grab them while Keith grabbed a granola bar. Shiro called Keith again,this time for him to get into Shiro's car. Keith did just that, jogging out the door after grabbing his bag with his things in it. Shiro locked up behind him and opened the car up. It was a simple Range Rover truck, obviously black in color. As soon as the car turned on twenty one pilots blasted from the radio. That's one thing that the boys had in common. Their taste in music. Keith thinks Shiro had impeccable taste in music. They often listened to the same music and usually sang along to the music as loud as possible: like now.

Right now the boys were singing (well Shiro singing and Keith tapping his foot and humming) along to Stressed Out, one of Shiro's favourites. Keith often disagreed, saying Kitchen Sink or Car Radio are better. Though they both agree that Ride is one of their best. Their conversations are mainly based around either music or who's turn it is to clean up after dinner.

"Alright, before it's too late, it have to remind you that they're our guests. Be nice." Shiro said sternly, turning to Keith and eyeing him.

"I know." Keith mumbled, listening silently to the song playing on the radio.

"But be extra nice today. I have a feeling you might snap today." Shiro continued, turning into the studio.

"Why?" Asked Keith, grabbing his bad and throwing it over his shoulder. "Are they little kids? I'll be able to handle them." Keith climbed out of the car and walked up the the studio door. He took out his own keys and unlocked the doors, turning on the light and walking into the staff kitchen. He cursed softly when he realized he had left the radio in the corner on. There was no point in turning it off though, he was going to listen to it now anyway.

"No, it's not small kids! I already said mostly teens!" Called Shiro from the front of the building. "Also, can you make sure the kids' kitchen is clean, there's gonna be around... fifteen people staying in there for about three nights."

"Fifteen?! And three nights?!" Keith called in disbelief. He walked into the kitchen. He was thankful that one of their students were a clean freak. They kept the kitchen spotless. In the back corner there was an armchair and a corner couch and a TV with a Wii. But that's pretty much it. Keith hope these people were prepared for many dead phones. There was only eight sockets and they were all occupied with plugs from the TV, Wii, fridge, freezer, microwave, kettle and toaster. There was only one socket that wasn't occupied.

"Yeah, that's not too much. We'll have to drop by the store and get some pancake mix or something for breakfast." Shiro called, dragging beanbags from the front into the kitchen. Keith decided to copy him. It's not like these fifteen guests are going to sleep on the cold, hard ground.

"Right, well the kids kept the kitchen clean." Keith said, grabbing the beanbags and dragging them along the ground. They were long beanbags. Not like the normal cube ones, they were long rectangular ones. They were also quite comfortable (and expensive).