My lame explanation for not posting on Tumblr. I only work 3 days a week, but I covered 3 shifts on top of my 3 full shifts.
“I’m here to relieve you.”
Lance doesn’t take his eyes off the ocean.
Shiro coughs into his hand, before he speaks up again.
“I said, I’m here to relieve you kid.”
“Go home Shiro, you’re still sick.”
He coughs harshly into his hand to support lance’s accusation.
“Yeah, well Hunks got it worse which is why I can’t have one of my guard open and close for 2 days straight.”
“It’s been 3 and I’m sure another day won’t kill me.”
“…but it does make the scene unsafe. I can’t trust my lifeguard to make the best judgement after 3 shifts in a row.”
Lance turns to face Shiro
“…and I can’t trust my supervisor to make the best decisions when he is still recovering from pneumonia.”
Their staring contest is short lived when Shiro turn his head to cough.
Lance takes this opportunity to hold his grounds.
“It doesn’t matter Shiro, I won’t be alone. The new lifeguard you hired starts today, and the last thing we want is for him to think this station is a living pétri dish.”
Lance looked agaped.
He loved Shiro, he became a lifeguard specifically to work with his team on the south side, and he could proudly admit that he learned everything he knew from him. So he knew the fuzzy memory was a side effect of his illness.
“Shiro. I’ve got this. Get some rest and I’ll handle the New guy and I’ll show him the run down too.”
The expression on the older boys face shows that he’s got a headache over this entire scenario, but he trust Lance’s advice and decided to head home after all.
He wouldn’t Leave Lance if he didn’t trust him. The boys worked with him for years now, and he has definitely made an impact on the community. The district had even offered him a station on the North Shore with a team of his own.
The North shore was just as gnarly as the South side, but they had sun kissed babes straight out of a magazine, so Shiro knows that Lance could leave anytime if he wanted.
“Thanks Lance, I appreciate this and lance…
Lance looks at Shiro with utmost respect and focus.
”…don’t push yourself. I don’t want another guard down.“
When Shiro is off the beach and out of sight, Lance can’t help but sigh. Hes down right exhausted, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to catch whatever his coworkers got. If he can just stay on his feet until Shiro is fully recovered, and for Hunk to get over the worse than Lance can crash and burn without any worry about who’s watching the beach.
He’s been working on this beach since he was a sophomore in High school. It was just a part time job for quick cash, but after his first rescue he fell in love with his job.
The beach always brings in tourist, But he is always friendly with the locals.
He says while he walks the beach.
Pidge is a bright young boy who always sits and reads on the beach. Lance is pretty sure he has never seen him swim in all years that he worked as a Lifeguard, but he is never quick to Judge.
“Hey Lance, you here again?” Pidge asked with raised brows.
“I practically live here.” He laughs before it dies into a harsh cough.
“You okay? Your looking…” he stops to find the right words.
“You look pale.”
“Well I missed my classes today to be here, and Both my co-workers are patient zero. Your the genius you tell me.”
Pidge just grins.
“I don’t know if I’m a genius, but southside swells are coming in, and you don’t have to be a genius to know what that means.”
“The princess.” Lance whispers.
“Who’s the princess?” Lance turns to the unfamiliar voice. It’s his duty to be paying attention to the beach, so it catches him off guard that someone has been standing behind him, listening in.
“Only the greatest Surfer in this galaxy.”
“Oh.” The boy doesn’t say much more, but he’s wearing a red shirt with yellow shorts, and it only takes Lance a couple more glances to realize he’s the new Lifeguard Shiro hired.
“You must be Keith.” Lance puts his hand out to greet him formally.
“Yeah, but you’re not Shiro.”
“Lance actually. You’ll be shadowing me today, and hopefully Shiro will be back tomorrow to finish all the paperwork.”
The ebony hair boy just nods in agreement. He’s surprisingly quiet,and Lance can’t help but stare at his mullet.
“You look like you came out of an 80’s film with that hairstyle, you can tie it back can’t you?”
Pidge bubbles in laughter.
Keith on the other hand is self consciously touching his hair.
“I guess, if I need too?”
Lance just Waves off the conversation.
“Sorry Pidge, but we’ve got training to cover.”
Lance just Waves him off.
Keith follows closely behind Lance, as he moves towards the yellow station.
“Not to have listened in on a conversation that isn’t mine but who’s “Princess?” Keith asked, hoping to star small talk.
“You must be knew here.”
“Yeah, maybe like a month now?” He thinks.
“Princess Allura, she’s a professional surfer. She’s been traveling, catching waves around the world, but she’s grew up here.”
“Wow, thats cool to have a celebrity come to this beach.”
Lance just smiles.
“You’ve got a lot to learn.”
Keith doesn’t say much, just tilts his head to one side.
“Are you familiar with currents?”
Lance asked, to keep the conversation going but he know, the new guy has to know if Shiro hired him.
“Yeah, There was an earthquake a few weeks ago from Japan, I heard it was going to affect the Southside.”
“We call those Southside swells.”
Keith again just nods.
“Allura is in town, and she’s here for the surf, if you follow her twitter, then you would already know that, which means any of her local followers are probably going to be here to watch, or try to surf.”
“A lot of amateur show offs who are going to need our help.”
Lance continues to go through the training regimen, and the protocols
“I think that’s everything, and if you have questions you can ask me.” Lance coughs.
“Are you okay?”
Lance just sighed in his own exhaustion.
“Yup, don’t worry I’ll be fine.”
“Do we normally have shifts by ourselves?” Keith asked.
Hes been extremely careful to give Lance and the beach his full attention, but now that he’s open to ask, he can’t help but let all his concerns and nerves bubble out.
“Your the only Lifeguard here, and we’ve been at it for a couple hours now, aren’t we suppose to be working at least in pairs?”
Lance knew the question would eventually come up, but he’s so tired of talking already and he can feel his throats get raw
“Matt went off to College, which is why we were hiring, unfortunately Shiro and Hunk our other guards are both out sick.” Lance explains after clearing his throat..
“Are you sick?”
The questions is curt, but it takes Lance by surprise.
“What! No… I, I’ve covered shifts all week I’m just tired.
The expression on Keith’s face is knowing, but he doesn’t voice it.
They manage to keep the area safe for most of the morning. Everyone once in a while, Lance tells Keith to announce when the shore breaks are unsafe over speakers, but everyone manages to follow direction.
It’s almost a boring morning, but Lance can’t help but be grateful. He doesn’t want to get in the water today, he’s already shivering under his uniform, even with the sun out.
“Are you sure your okay?”
“I know I’m new but I can…”
Lance shoots up from his slouched position.
He’s running on the hot sand, and he’s in the water almost instantly.
Keith Just stand awkwardly in the station watching as Lance pulls a little girl into his arms, slowly letting the waves bring him back in, head never letting the girls head bob under the water.
By the time the Keith is on the beach, Lance is already talked by with the girls parents.
“Is, um… Is she okay.”
Lance is drenches in sea water looking at Keith incredulously.
“Perfect. No thanks to you.”
He spits as he walks back to grab a towel.
“Are you okay?”
Keith asked handing him a dry towel.
“Stop. Let’s get this straight new guy. Stop, asking if I’m okay. I get that your new, but you need to stop worrying about and keep your eyes on this beach.”
Lance tell Keith between wet soggy coughs.
“We have a perfect record this year for no incidents that require any medical attention, and I trust Shiro wouldn’t hire an idiot so I need you to help us keep that record clear. Focus on the beach and the swimmers, not me.”
“… You look hot.”
An embarrassing blush runs across Lance’s cheeks.
Keith presses a hand on Lance’s forehead.
Then slides the back of his hand to the blush on lance’s face.
“I’m right, you have a fever.”