Hey dudes and dudettes, whats up this is part TWO of this story so if you haven't read part one, you probably should!

Enjoy!

"Well I'd really better read this.." Keith said and pointed to his book.

"Oh-ye- yea you do that, sorr, sorry." Lance hid his face and his hood, covering his flaming cheeks.

      Lance wasn't the only tomato on the plane. Keith couldn't help but turn a little pink at the cute guy next to him. On the inside his heart was pumping hard. Pittering and pattering at an upbeat tempo he'd love to see the boy dance salsa to.

Woah. Wtf. Thats super creepy Keith...

     He sneaked a peek up from his book.

With hips like those, it'd be a crime not to...

     Damn. His conscience was right yet again.

"So, uh what do you do for a living?" Keith looked over.

"...."

"Hey? Whaaatt ddooo yyyooouu ddoo ffooorr aaa llliivving??"
He repeated louder.

"Wha- me?" The tanned boy took out his ear buds.

"Yea.. what do you do for a living?" Keith brushed hair out of his own face

"I'm a barista, but I write songs for extra cash." He made eye contact with me.

Eye contact. I think thats what they call third base..

"Oh cool, you write songs?"

"In my free time" he repeats

"Right. Can you sing?" Keith shuts his book

"Uh, a little."

Keith smirks

"Can you sing Mr. Buisness Mullet?" Lance mocked

Nicknames? Thats new.

"No I cannot thank you very much." Keith huffs

"Oh c'mon everyone can sing."

"Well I can't."

"No one said you have to sing good."  Lance smiled

The gears in Keith's mind clicked a few seconds later.

"Oohh.. true."

"C'mon just try... for mee?" He pretended to make puppy eyes

"Uh okay... you first." Keith blushed eagerly Waiting for him to sing.

"Fine...When the night, has come and the land is dark. Y la luna, es la luz que brilla ante mi. Miedo no, no tendré, oh I won't, te asustaré. Just as long as you stand, stand by me..." He finished with his eyes closed

"You can speak spanish?" He said finally

"Soy cubano papi claro que lo hago." A light red spread on Lances cheeks.

Really Lance what if he speaks Spanish? Idiot.

"Is that a yes?" The black haired guy giggled

"Yes." Lance laughed along but averted his eyes from the dark haired guy.

"Your turn I guess..." Lance was excited to her him sing, even if it was bad, I mean a cute business dude singing to him? C'mon who could blame him?

"You fell asleep in my-" he started in a goofy accent, messing around

Pardon the interuption, we are experiencing high turbulance. All passangers need to be in their seats with their seatbelts on, please prepare for the next five minutes to be heavily bumpy.

     Right after the announcement rang above their heads, Lances face lit up in terror. He quickly grabbed for his seatbelt, panicking (which was already fastened around him)

"Woah, woah, hey it's turbulence."
Keith chuckled

"Nuh uh, high turbulan-"

     Lance was cut off by the whole plane jerking in a direction no one knows.

"HOLY SHI-" Lance grabs onto a surprised Keith

"Dude, itll be fine." Keith rolled his eyes and plied the Latino off of him.

     The plane shook again,  and Lance whimpered loudly,

"We're gonna cras-" he cried out and began to shake, but Keiths hand clamped over his mouth.

"Hey shut up, don't say that, there are kids on here!" He whisper- yelled

"And cool it, we are gonna be fin-"

The plane whirred down jurassicly and the oxygen masks popped down.

Passengers please stay calm amd remain seated, we need to make amd emergency landing at NYCAP in New York City, New York.

     At this time Keith was starting to worry and Lance was crying and breathing deeply out of the mask.

"Hey, its okay..." Keith awkwardly patted his back

"We are gonna die." He said in a hushed tone

"Tsk tsk tsk, nonsense. Look at it like this, we are staying in New York?"

Okay guys. SO, part 3 will have 2 parts, part 1 will be a fluff ending, part 2 will be a smut ending! You get to pick which ending you want to happen.

Ill get to work!