Show off!! - a Klance Dance AU fanfiction

C3: Keith the show-off

Entering my house, we like entering Vietnam but worse. I had six siblings, my step father, mother, and my grandmother. So huge sleepovers were never a big thing. Though since my family enjoys Pidge's company, it was an exception. I had two sisters, and four brothers. Pidge got along with most of them, especially my little sister Ophelia. Lia for short. She loved computers and science just as much as he did. Lia is still in middle school on her third year.
As soon as we walked through the front door, we were interrupted by a loud voice spewing Spanish like a flowing faucet.
"-¡Tienes que ir a la cama en este momento o no hay televisión mañana!"
"¡ pero mamá no he terminado de dibujar esta última foto todavía, cinco minutos más!" A whiny voice called from the kitchen. It must've been Diego, the youngest sibling at the age of six.
"¡ habla de nuevo y yo conseguiré la ardiente furia de tu padrastro!"
I clear my throat as we walk into the kitchen, my mother in mid-folding. Most likely the last laundry load of the night. She had a fixed look, calm, even though she was scolding. Diego sat facing his mother from the long dinner table, with a from plastered to his face.
"Oh Lance you're home!" My mother's face brightens, and a smile tugs the corner of her mouth.
"It's okay Pidge is here right?" Pidge rocks back and forth on his feet, bag rested across his shoulder.
"Of course of course!" Her Spanish accent was thick, but she was understandable. She motion for hugs, as we both oblige. Pidge gets a nice hug with a kiss for his forehead. I get a very tight squeeze with a kiss on the cheek.
"There are dishes in the sink for you to wash, Lance."
Groaning, I whine, "But Mamá, can't you get Naomi to wash them?"
"Naomi left to work at her dorm," she paused, puckering her lips and raising an eyebrow. "you don't need to wash them now but so help me if you don't-"
"Okay okay! I'll wash them don't worry." I reassure her. Her bright coffee colored eyes relaxed, finishing up the last of the shirts, then resting a hand on her hip. My mother, Esme, was where most of us got our genes. Yes, two of my siblings were born under my step dad, who was a Greek man. He had been learning Spanish just for the sake of us, and after a year, he spoke the language simply. He was still learning, but it made my doubts decrease that he was learning just for our family. Anyways, my mother is Cuban, and moved to America we she was a little girl. Our grandmother, or Abuelita, doesn't speak English at all, considering she lived all her life in Cuba. Shes a very... stubborn woman. Nothing beats her pride. She felt as if she learned English that what she gained with the new, she lost with the old.
Esme's dark chocolate brown hair was tied back into a messy bun, with side pieces that framed her face. She was a short woman, with a chubby figure. Her petite body was lost years ago, a figure that was built by a creative passion. Although she wasn't old, worry lines were visible if you could really take a good look. She had tanned, Latina skin, that made her eyes pop like no others. Long eyelashes were noticeable when she blinked. As well as a kind smile, and beautiful complexion.
"Well don't just stand there. Say goodnight to your brother than take Pidge up to your room, be a good guest." She bent over to pick up another pile of pants, folding them carefully into another basket.
"Sheesh, okay." I walk over to my little brother, looking over his shoulder to see the messy blue crayon drawing.
"What are you drawing Diego?" I question, placing my hands on my knees. Pidge was having a conversation with my mother, which seemed like a talk about the new dance unit.
"Can't you see?" He tuts, then draws another nonsense line. "It's a kitty."
"Oh wow! Now I see it." I give him a warm smile, ruffle his hair, and wish him goodnight.
After dragging Pidge out from his and Esme's confusing and complicated talk, we walk up the stairs. Various family portraits of us lined the wall, one of us teenagers, another of the little ones, our step father and Esme, and another of Esme and Abuelita. Finally reaching the second floor, we pass by three other rooms. Lia was the first door, then my brother George, and finally, my door. It had Lance in blue cursive, with all sorts of Steven Universe, Over the Garden Wall, and Overwatch stickers.
I twist open the silver knob, to reveal a small room with shaggy cobalt carpeting, a white framed window, an old flatscreen television, and various paintings of planets, stick on stars, and a crescent moon, all painted by Naomi, my oldest sister, only a year younger than the oldest of our family. Naomi is a softmore in college, but because she wouldn't leave the house, she visits weekly, and stays every weekend. She is studying against my step father's wishes to be an animator. It's not that my step father has any grudge, he just wants his step daughter to be successful. I don't exactly... have the best relationship with her.
"Such a cool room Lance... mind decorating mine when you get the chance?" Pidge says, walking over to the brown oak bookshelves, gently tracing his finger tips against the book spines.
"You'll be in college soon, what's the point?" I question, throwing my bag on the floor. I turn on the tv and leap onto my bed.
"Good point," he pauses, tossing his bag as well to join me on the bed. We surf through the channels for a couple minutes until we find Fresh prince of bel-air, and decided that's good enough.
"I need to take out my contacts and wash my face, all that crap, wanna come with?" Pidge says, unpacking his computer bag.
"Sure." I push off the bed, Pidge following behind. We start walking down the hall quietly, knowing that there might be some of my siblings that aren't awake, almost to the bathroom, a door opens. A shorter female, with long black hair pulled into a headband. She had olive skin, with a little bit of acne like every teen does. Her nose was straight and pointed, as of a Greek nose. The teen's eyes were brown with specks of gold and blue. Her eyes were large, with thick eyelashes that made the shape look round. Lia had glasses, but obviously had taken them off. She looked just like her father.
"Hey loser, keep it down I'm studying for LA- Pidge!!" Lia jumps on Pidge smothering him in a hug. Lia was only an inch shorter than him, he was a little taken aback by her sudden spring.
"Lia!" He shouts back embracing her hug. I roll my eyes and hush them to be quiet.
"How did your astronomy presentation go?"
"Aced it! How about your geography test?"
"You know it!" They both giggle, and start jabbering one hundred miles per hour when I interrupt them.
"Alright well if you want to hang out stop by my room later dork-a-zoid."
"Why cant I just join you now?" Lia narrows her thin black eyebrows, placing a hand on her hip in a similar way Esme did. She had black yoga pants on, with a grey tank top.
"Because, Pidge needs to take out his contacts and blah blah blah, you know the deal." Lia furrows her brows, but then nods her head understanding.
"Alright but expect me to be knocking on your door in ten minutes. I have to finish my last bit of studying for the second LA trimester." Before we could say anything, she disappears into her room without another word, shutting the door. Pidge smiles, and runs a hand through his hair.
"Alright you need to take those contacts out, I think they're making you delirious."
We open the door, revealing a clean white tiled bathroom. It was pretty large for the size of the house. It had two sinks, and two mirrors. One shower with no tub, since there was no need to take a bath on this floor. The shower had sliding glass doors with a curtain. It was brown tiled. And obviously, a toilet with a brown cover.
Pidge takes out his contact container, slowly taking his contacts out, and putting them into its case, with the disinfecting water.
"I don't know how you do that everyday." I cringe, then take out my face wash and mask. I turn on the hot water to clean out my pours, the I start to spread the wash on my face. Pidge ties his bangs back, then puts his ginormous round glass on, looking the same as always. I wipe my face down carefully with a dry washcloth, than put on the face mask.
"Hey Lance, remember my Hamilton phase?"
"How the hell could I forget? Didn't you preform-"
"Yes. I have the recording too." Pidge pulls out his phone scrolling through the album of pictures from a year ago. It took a little while to find it, but there was the video recording.
Pidge was wearing a king's crown and cape.
Dancing and singing on stage at our school.
To 'you'll be back'.
I was crying with laughter because it was the best thing Id ever seen.
We play the video and I can just remember the shakiness of the camera do to my laughter. Everyone else in the audience was extremely confused, but Pidge put on an astounding performance. The history teacher was bouncing, so excited that her student was actually paying attention. After the show was done, the crowd erupted in applause. The video ended right after Pidge walked off the stage.
"Oh god that was so amazing I can't-" the timer I had set for the face mask went off, signaling that I had to wash off the sticky solution. With warm water it came off with a lot of scrubbing.
"Yeah that was awesome. Speaking about dancing though... Im excited for the new room and teacher we'll be studying with."
Then it clicked.
I had forgotten to sign up for the class.
I froze, turning off the water in a state of shock and embarrassment.
"Pidge," I say slowly. "I forgot to sign up."
"Oh..." Pidge said uneasy, picking up his toothbrush to squirt a lump of toothpaste on. "It's okay, I'm sure they'll have the sign up sheet for tomorrow as well. Not everyone in the class is going to sign up all at once." He reassures me, giving me a smile before suds of watered down tooth paste fill his mouth.
"But what if I'm stuck with that mullet, hot headed, 90's, one-up, guy?"
"Yu mee Keef?" Pidge slurs from over the sink.
"Yeah! Him." I bark, folding my arms and pouting. Pidge spits out what was in his mouth, rinsing, by cupping his hands under the stream.
"I doubt Shiro would pair you two together. Unless you really fuck up."
"Hmph." I unfold my arms to pick up my toothbrush as well. The conversation ended with a stiff silence. Finishing up, we walk out of the bathroom and into the hallway, quickly and quietly opening my door to step back inside. After about five minutes of watching TV, Lia bursts inside the room with a couple dvds, and snacks.
"I came prepared."