Song: Anaconda by Nicki Manaj (try not to cringe at her laugh)

It was nightfall, all the lights were cut off, Keith was asleep on the couch, Lance was asleep on the floor, listening to his music through headphones. Lance was thrashing around, groaning. Finally he woke up abruptly, hitting his head on the couch.

"Ow..." He hissed, he took off his headphones and got up, heading to the bathroom. Keith opened one eye, looking around. He got off the couch and looked around the room. Lances headphones were on the floor, they were up so loud, even Keith could clearly hear the lyrics.

"He listens to...Nicki Manaj...?" Keith picked up Lances headphones and put them up to his ear. The lyrics of "Anaconda" blasting in his ears. Keith began to chuckle to himself, he saw the light to the bathroom turn off. Quickly, he took the headphones off and jumped back on the couch. Lance came out the bathroom, Keith peeked at Lance, Lance sat down on the floor, putting his headphones back on and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Lance went into the kitchen to grab some breakfast. Mumbling the same lyrics over and over again.

"My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't, my anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun..." Lance sat down and began to eat, Keith walked in the kitchen.

"Lance, can I ask you something?" Keith asked, leaning on the table beside Lance, crossing his arms.

"If it's about your experience with the couch, I don't know where your money went." Lance said, waving his hand around, continuing to eat.

"W-what? No, wait that couch steals money?" Keith asked, patting himself down. Lance chuckled.

"It's a joke Keith, what do you want?" Lance asked, turning his attention to the raven haired boy.

"Aren't you ever worried you're going to go deaf?" Keith asked, taking a seat next to Lance. Lance raised his eyebrow and tilted his head.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"Last night, your headphones were up extremely loud. By the way, before I forget, What motivation do you get by listening to Nicki Manaj?" Keith asked, trying not to laugh, Lances face turned a bright red.

"You heard that?"

"Yeah, I heard it, loud and clear." Keith chuckled, Lance crossed his arms.

"She doesn't give me motivation, it's called enjoying the art of music." Lance said, turning his attention to his soaked cereal.

"But Nicki Manaj? Why not someone who doesn't talk about how thick they are?"

"Keith, Keith, Keith, buddy, you might be surprised of what you can learn." Lance said, Keith titled his head.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Changing the subject!"

"No! You're not!" Keith shouted back, Lance began choking on his food. Keith quickly jumped to the back of Lance, punching his back. Lance coughed up his cereal, Keith gagged.

"Why were you being so rough with that?!" Lance shouted, turning to face Keith, who was covering his mouth.

"I-I-" Keith turned toward a trash can and began to vomit.

"All I did was cough it up!"

"Still....very...disgusting..." Keith have Lance a disgusted look. Lance shook his head.

"I'm going down the training hall...don't follow me." Lance said, getting up and walking out his room. Keith shook his head.

"Whenever he says that, he obviously wants me to follow him." Keith turned off the light in their shared room, and followed Lance to the training hall.

Good? Yeah? Anyway, I'll be back with more maybe, if I'm not on Netflix...exploring the wonderful world of....yaoi...anyway! Bye! Bye! ^^