Hidden In Plain Sight

Celebrate

He has the same hair color, eye color, and skin color. I want it to be him. I silently believe it's him. "What truth?" The heavy built man exits the room. He's a little taller than me. He's kind of hot too.

"Private conversation Keith."

"So you know him?" I wrap a bandage around my fist and arms. I bring out the punching bag.

"I do, yes." Coran gets up. He mumbles something, but I can only make out half the words. "-knows you too." I ponder on those three words. What could that mean? Does that guy like me? That wouldn't be so bad. An image of Lance pops in my head.

I start punching the bag. I do this to be ready. For who I have to kill to get to him. For making sure I can protect him when he's back. I want be there for him. The punches echo in the background of my mind as I reminisce on the times before his disappearance. If it weren't for Lance's rash thinking we wouldn't be here today.

"Keith, your crying." Pidge pops her head into the room. She has her hair in a ponytail. I continue punching the bag. I don't bother to wipe away my tears. "Stop being angry with yourself and sit down." She pats the seat next to her. I head over and start unwrapping my hands. When I'm done I lay my head on her lap and cry.

She strokes my now long hair. "We'll find him," I say between sniffles. She just runs her hand through my hair trying to calm me down.

"I know we will. It's okay." She's looking towards the ceiling. Probably thinking. I love that she never loses hope. It's her best trait. When I'm done crying she tells me to look her in the eye. "We will find him. Knowing Lance he's probably joking around with some new friends he's made."

I smile to myself and laugh a little. She's probably right. It's hard to imagine Lance being sad. If he was he wouldn't stay sad for long. Thinking of him being happy reminds me of his laugh. I feel like I can still hear it.

^^^

I laugh loudly as the prisoners break into singing in the dining hall. We sing this one slave song the we made when we were bored. I remember one day when the guards were passing by they were singing it. It's a catchy song.

"Bring the rum 'round!
Take another bow!
Cause last time 'round!
We didn't a chance!
So join me in this dance!
As we toast to the crown!"

The song was cheery. I would dance around with everyone. We were hopping around dancing, singing, and laughing.

"Cursed to see another day!
Much to my dismay!
I'll drink another down!
And make another toast to the crown!"

Our shouts were probably heard through the whole castle. I see Coran in the corner laughing and I see Hunk watching. He seems like he wants to join. I walk over to them.

"Come on you two! We're not celebrating by ourselves now are we!" Coran shakes his head and gets in the party. Hunk is still reluctant. "Oh, come one!" I pull his arm and bring up on the table. "State your name please kind sir."

"Um, Hunk, my name is Hunk." I give him a big pat on the back.

"Well, Hunk! Sing what you have on your mind!" Everyone shouts and cheers.

"B-but I don't know what to say."

"Say what's on your mind. You see that guy over there in the orange hair. He singing his soul out." We look over to where Coran is.

Everyone's clapping out the beat.

"Who's a jolly ol' fellow!
Handsome and brave and free!
He'll be your hero!
It's Coran Coran the gorgeous man!
It's Coran Coran the gorgeous man!"