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Lance sat down at lunch with Hunk and Pidge, greeting them. “Hey guys, what’s up?”
“Oh, hey Lance! Not much, but you’re just in time to try my macrons. They’re eggnog flavored.”
Lance’s face scrunched up almost in disgust, but shrugged. “I’m not one for eggnog and it’s not really the winter season yet, but why not?” He grabbed one and took a bite. “Taste a bit like sadness.”
“Oh, Lance! How did you’re whole ‘confession’ go with Allura?” Pidge asked, as they grabbed a macron.
Lance’s expression quickly changed and he looked away. “I… I don’t want to talk about it. Sorry.”
“Aww, I’m sorry. Any way we can make you feel better? Pidge and I-”
“No! I said I don’t want to talk about it.” Lance sternly said, making eye contact with Hunk. He pushed away his uneaten lunch and picked up his bag. “I-I should go. I’ll see you around.” See, Lance was jealous of Hunk and Pidge’s friendship. Lance knew Hunk longer but Hunk got along with Pidge better. He felt like a third wheel sometimes.
He walked away, unsure of where he was going. He wandered around until he saw keith sitting on a small wall, sketching away in a small book labeled ‘school’ while listening to music. Lance always hated Keith, with the mullet and his superior flying skills, and his pretty eyes. He always saw him as a rival, but Keith did not.
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Keith looked up to see Lance looking at him. He looked back down at his sketchbook and felt his face grow hot. “Hey, mullet. Anyone sitting here?” It was Lance.
“I-I, uh… no, actually. No one’s here but me. Seat’s open.” He lifted up the back cover of his book to cover his latest work.
“Whatcha drawing?”
“Nothing really… It’s just a wolf.”
“Like… a furry?”
Keith’s face grew hotter and he suppressed laughter. “NO! Just, a normal wolf. See? No furry business going on here, promise.” He showed Lance his sketchbook, a rare occurrence for him.
Lance nodded. “Good.”
Soon after, the bell rang and they went to class. Keith sat down before it hit him, this was the same class he has with Lance. After roll was taken, he raised his hand to go to the bathroom and after being approved, he bolted over. He locked the stall door and took some deep breaths. “Holy fucking shit. Why the fuck did Lance Mcclain himself sit with me at lunch?” He couldn’t wrap head around it. He was unaware of the argument that had occured only minutes before then. He was so lost in thought he didn’t hear someone enter.
“Hey! Who’s in here?!” Keith rolled his eyes. He’d recognize that voice anywhere. James Griffin. Star athlete, school bully. He opened the stall and crossed his arms.
“James, I beat you up once, don’t make me do it again.”
“Yeah, when we were ten. Now get the fuck out of here before I kick your ass this time.”
Keith smirked. “Highly unlikely.” But he left and returned to class. Before he knew it, school ended and he left for home.
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“Ma, I’m home!”
“Hey, honey. I’m in the kitchen,” She turned and smiled. “How was school today?”
Lance smiled back. “Much better, in fact, I expanded my horizons today. I didn’t think about Allura AND I sat with someone new at lunch today.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. I’m so proud of you.” She wrapped her arm around him and squeezed.
“Thanks. I gotta go finish up some homework now. Call me for dinner.” Lance walked to his room and pulled out his phone.
Garrison Trio:
Lance: hey, sorry for lashing out today. I guess my emotions just got the best of me. No hard feelings?
Pidge: nah. It was our fault for pushing it
Hunk: It’s all good. So where’d you go after you left?
Lance: oh, I just hung out with Keith I guess.
Hunk: like mullet keith? The one that sits behind you in 6th hour?
Pidge: your rival keith??
Lance: i guess yeah
Hunk: dude, youve been rivals forever! I thought you hated him or something
Lance: i guess not. It’s not like im gonna hang with that prettyboy with a mullet forever y’know. Just until i cool off or smth
Pidge: hmm
Lance: ???
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Team Punk:
Pidge: you thinking what im thinking?
Hunk: lance has a crush on keith? Way ahead of you
Pidge: how long do you think hell realize?
Hunk: never. He sees him too much as a rival.
Pidge: i give it until the end of the school year.
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Keith opened the door to find Adam sitting on the couch, typing on his laptop. “Hey, Adam.”
“Hey, Keith. How was your day?”
“Fine. I guess same as yesterday.” He started walking to the kitchen when Adam spoke again.
“I noticed your room was a bit messy, and I had a little extra time, so I took the liberty of tidying up for you.”
Keith stopped. “Oh, thanks... I’ll be right back.” He slowly walked to his room until he got in. He then threw his bag down and lifted up the mattress. It was gone. “ADAM!” He walked out. “Where the fuck is it?!”
“Language. What are you talking about?”
“You know damn well what I’m talking about. My sketchbook. Which was under my mattress. It’s no longer there. Where is it?”
“I thought you had it with you at school?”
“No, that’s my school sketchook. This is my home sketchbook. Now I’m going to ask one more time. Where the fuck is my sketchbook?”
“I don’t know. You can ask Takashi when he gets home.”
Keith took a deep breath and curled his fingers into a fist. “Ok. I will.” He went to the kitchen to grab a small snack.
He spent the rest of the time watching YouTube videos and eating. When he heard the door open, he sprinted out. “Shiro! Where is it??”
Shiro, startled, looked confused. “Where is what? Adam, do you know what he’s talking about?”
“I’m sure you know what I’m talking about Shiro. My sketchbook. Adam so dearly tidied up my room and in that took my sketchbook. I would like it back please.”
“Ahh, ok. Well, I don’t know where it is, do you, Adam?”
Adam shook his head. “Not in the slightest, babe.”
“You heard it from both of us, we have no idea Keith.”
“You’re lying and you know it. I make a simple request of it being returned in the next 24 hours. Now, if you need me, I’ll be in my room.” Keith walked off, watching the two until he couldn’t see them anymore.
Adam put his hand behind his back and pulled out Keith’s sketchbook. “It’s wrong but I just had to know.”
“Adam, you sly dog. At least now we can know what’s been up with him.” They sat down and flipped through the pages of drawings, animals, characters, landscapes. Then it stopped on a specific page, with the corner folded in at the top. “So that’s who it is.”
“Lance Mcclain. One of our best and brightest students, right under Keith. Interesting.”
Shiro smirked. “What do you say we play a little matchmaker?”