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“Then it’s decided. We’ll be putting on a production of Beauty and the Beast,” Allura announced, clapping her hands together gleefully from the head of the circle. They were all seated in the middle of the stage, lounging comfortably as they discussed their plans for their next production.
From the moment she had suggested the story, the majority of the group had been in instant agreement with her first suggestion, almost if if it were pre-arranged. There was none of the usual toing and froing, even Keith, who usually had the most to say about doing anything based off fairy tales, had accepted it with no complaint.
They had all just accepted it...which was suspicious.
But Lance had bigger things to concern himself with. He had no issues with the choice himself, he quite liked the Disney movie, and he could already picture what a stunning Belle Allura would be. It was perfect.
No, Lance had no complaints regarding the choice of play.
With a small sigh, he leant forward. His legs bent, arms wrapped around them, and chin on his knees. He, of course, would play Lumiere. Lance knew what his strengths were, and knew how best to use them to his advantage to put on the best performance.
Lumiere was the perfect character for him, and it would be a fun part to play. Sadly, once again there was no hope of him acting alongside Shiro. And this had been his last chance.
Not that there had ever been a chance to begin with, not really. Lance fully acknowledged that his fantasy of playing a leading role alongside Shiro was a wild dream, but it was one Lance held onto.
Speaking of Shiro, Lance's eyes flicked over to the high school senior. His agreement hadn't been much of a surprise. Although there was no question of him playing the male lead Shiro was the mediator, letting everyone have their say and helping them all come to an understanding before he ever had his say. He was no pushover but he was normally happy to go with the group consensus
This would be his final production. As a senior Shiro would of course be graduating soon, which meant it was Lance’s last chance to be on stage with him, even if it was only as the comic relief. It was a time Lance had been dreading, their meeting to decide on what play to perform setting it all into motion, making it dismally real.
It was a depressing enough thought to distract Lance from everything else going on around him so the fact that his friends had come to a decision without the usual bickering barely even pinged on his radar.
Lance might have been more suspicious if he had noticed the way Hunk kept casting glances at him, grinning as if he were bursting with a secret he just had to share.
Lost in his own thoughts, not focused on the ongoing discussion, Lance tried to imagine how Shiro would look as the Beast, tried to imagine him covered in hair, his big broad shoulders stooped, his face animalistic, unrecognisable. He would still look hot, Lance mused miserably. There was nothing anyone, not even Shay with her miraculous make-up skills, could do to make Shiro look ugly in Lance eyes.
Well, he supposed he was a furry now too. Great. Time to add that to the list of embarrassing realisations Lance had made about himself thanks to ogling Shiro.
His thoughts rolled back to Allura, and her sure part as Belle. He wondered if she had chosen Beauty and the Beast just so she could play the part of the Princess. It wouldn't be the first time she had picked the play just for a part she wanted. Not that anyone minded, while Allura had all the bullish confidence expected of a leading lady, she always made sure everyone had fun and were happy with the roles they were given.
Allura as Belle and Shiro as the Beast, who would transform into a handsome Prince. They would look beautiful together, as always. There would probably be a kiss scene too. Maybe this play would be the one that finally brought them together, Lance thought bitterly. They made the perfect couple, the whole school was expecting it.
Lance would be satisfied with his role as the minor character, the comic relief, a role he was used to playing on and off. Maybe he'd be able to write in a few of his own jokes, slip in some smooth pick up lines and really make the part his own. And he would have fun tormenting whoever played Cogsworth, which would most likely be Hunk. Lance would be flamboyant, charming, and funny, just the same as always. He would be exactly what everyone expected.
At the very least, as Lumiere, he would have some scenes with Shiro. Maybe not the scenes he wanted but Lance would take what he could get. He should probably start practising his cheesy French accent when he got home.
“Lance are you listening?” Allura's sharp voice cut through, bringing Lance back to reality. He'd obviously missed something important because everyone was staring at him expectantly, though there was a hint of frustration on most faces too.
“Sorry, no,” he admitted with no shame. Allura scowled.
When he'd first joined the drama club Lance had flirted relentlessly with Allura, charmed by her beauty and acting skills. She had spurned him at every turn. Soon enough, Lance's heart had been won by another and his relationship with Allura became one of begrudging friendship. It was a blunt, sharp friendship that usually involved them making jabs at each other to rile the other up, so Lance wasn't afraid to be honest with her, nor was he afraid of her glares any more.
“I was saying,” Allura bit waspishly, her tone saying all that was needed about the lack of sincerity to his apology, “Belle is 'beauty' but she's not a catwalk model stunning type of beauty. She's a softer girl next door type of beauty, so I think we need someone else to play the part.”
“Wait...seriously? Are you telling me you're not going to play Belle?” Lance asked sitting up straight, his eyes wide as he stared at Allura as if she'd sprouted another head.
“No Lance I will not. I suggested that you would be a good fit for Belle, and everyone else agrees,” she continued calmly. Lance was pretty sure he’d just had a stroke or something because there was no way he had heard that right. Nope. No way.
Keith, Hunk, Pidge, and Matt all leaned into the circle, their eyes bright, expectant smiles large and smug. And Shiro? Well right then Lance couldn't possible risk looking at Shiro for one very important reason.
“And uh, who's going to play the Beast?” Lance asked a little breathlessly.
“Shiro, of course.”
Of course. Lance screamed silently.
He finally risked a glance at Shiro, who was the only one who looked just as surprised about the whole thing as him. Matt, leaning against his fellow senior, was grinning from ear to ear. He shot his friend a suggestive look, jabbing Shiro repeatedly with his elbow. Shiro didn’t seem to notice.
Instead he stared at Lance intently.
He stared at Lance intently. Not with the usual look of exasperation or disappointment after Lance had done something foolish (usually to get Shiro's attention), but something else. Something powerful that Lance couldn't read, but that sent a jolt of lightning through him. The moment their gaze met Shiro looked away.
Ok that was weird.
“But I'm a guy,” Lance blurted out coming back to Allura’s wild, and completely impossible suggestion. No, he must have misheard her. Either that or this was some weird fever dream. Maybe he was dying? Maybe Allura was dying? Something was definitely very wrong with the universe.
“I am aware,” Allura sighed.
“Belle is a girl!” Lance added emphatically ignoring Allura's exasperated expression.
“Pidge is a girl, why not have her play Belle?” Lance all but screamed his voice going high and squeaky.
“Hey! Don't throw me under the bus like that. Yellow is not my colour so I refuse to wear that dress,” Pidge interrupted.
“I think you'll make a wonderful Belle, Lance. Besides having a guy play Belle will make our production unique. It'll be like a pantomime,” Hunk said softly, grinning excitedly at his friend as if Lance had just been told the best news of his life.
“Oh are we doing a pantomime? I didn't know it was Christmas,” Lance bit back, a little too sharply. He knew Hunk was only trying to help but Lance really wasn't in the mood for it.
“I only said it would be like a pantomime,” Hunk muttered under his breath. Sulking he shrank back receiving a sympathetic pat on the shoulder from Pidge for his efforts. She glared daggers at Lance her mouth pursed in a thin line of irritation.
“I thought you'd be excited. Haven't you always said you'd like to play a lead role?” Matt interrupted before Pidge could strangle Lance for snapping at Hunk. She looked furious.
“Not the female lead though!” Lance shot back at him, glaring at the older boy.
“Oh just stop complaining and accept the damn part, we all know you've been dying to play a lead alongside Shiro,” Keith smirked knowingly. Lance squawked indignantly as if the sound could drown out the words Keith had just said. Keith was about as subtle as a sledgehammer, he probably thought he was being sooo clever making a jab like that. Lance looked over to Shiro, hoping the other hadn't caught onto the suggestion behind Keith's words.
“How about we put it to a vote? All those in favour of Lance playing the part of Belle raise your hand,” Allura ordered. Every single one of his so called friends raised their hands, even Shiro, who lifted his head with a hesitant smile, looking almost apologetic but hopeful as he met Lance's eye. Beside Shiro, Matt hid a snigger behind his hand and winked at Lance.
“And all those opposed,” Allura grinned victoriously. Lance didn't bother to lift his hand.
“Wonderful. Now that that's decided we can discuss the other roles,” Allura said brightly, back to business.
“Keith, I would like you to play Gaston-”
“What!” Keith yelled indignantly shooting her a look of utter betrayal. Lance groaned and fall backwards lying flat out on the floor.
Well this was certainly going to be a memorable play, and Lance wasn't so sure if it would be for the right reasons.
In the end, it was decided that Pidge and Hunk would play Lumiere and Cogsworth respectively. Allura would be Mrs. Potts and Matt would play Chip. The club advisor, Coran, who was traditionally given a small part in every play, would be Belle's father. Keith reluctantly agreed to the role of Gaston, after some persuading from Allura.
Shiro had remained oddly quiet through the rest of the meeting, not even jumping to Keith's defence when he'd complained about his part.
With all the primary roles decided Allura waved them off with a 'suggestion' that they should spend that evening trying to get into their characters heads to prepare for rehearsal the next day. Shiro practically ran away as soon as they were free, Keith following closely behind. Matt bundled Pidge out, who still looked as if she wanted to throttle Lance for all the trouble he'd caused.
Hunk lingered for a moment moving over to Lance, who hadn't moved an inch since his dramatic flop onto his back, to give him a gentle nudge. Lance met his friends eye for a moment, giving a small grimace of apology before waving him away with his hand. They'd known each other long enough know to read the subtleties in their gestures, so Hunk knew Lance was saying sorry, that he didn't need to worry, and that he wanted to be alone. So Hunk left too leaving only Allura and Lance.
“Do I have to sweep you out the door?” Allura loomed over him digging the toe of her shoe in his ribs. Lance glared at her but didn't bother to move.
“What did I do to you to deserve this punishment?” He demanded, sure she was messing with him.
“Do you want the long version, or the condescended one?” She retorted.
Well, ok maybe he hadn't always been the best person but he definitely didn't deserve this.
Allura sighed.
“Do you really think this is a punishment?” She offered her hand to him, tone gentler. Lance rolled his head to the side, glaring at her shoes, ignoring the hand.
Allura waited patiently, hardly moving. Her stillness was almost nerving.
After a moment of consideration Lance gave in and took her hand. Allura hoisted him up as if he weighed nothing, but Lance was used to her monstrous strength by now and barely even blinked.
“No,” he admitted at last. Lance was happy for the chance to act with Shiro, even if he did feel sick to his stomach.
“But you want me to play a girl? Are you sure about this? I don't want to be the reason the production flops,” Lance asked looking down at his feet.
Without any warning, Allura smacked him over the back of the head.
“Ouch! What was that for!” Lance demanded snapping his head up to glare at he.
“An actor never looks down or doubts themselves, especially when they've just landed a leading role,” she lectured grabbing Lance's chin forcing him to look at her, eye to eye.
Lance gulped. He forgot how intimidating her gaze could be sometimes.
“A good actor holds his head up high and proud.” Her grip softened and she smiled giving his chin a gentle push, forcing him to tilt his head back, before her hand moved to his shoulder with a comforting squeeze.
“You are a good actor Lance. I know you can do this. The production won't flop.”
Lance attempted to scowl but was currently losing the battle as he tried to fight a smile.
“I hate you,” he huffed.
Allura laughed.
“Now get out of here so I can lock up,” she said giving his shoulder a shove.
Making his way to the school car park, tossing his keys up in the air and catching them while whistling to himself, Lance didn't expect to see anyone else there. At least not anyone he knew. He almost dropped his keys when he saw Shiro, looking lost.
“Shiro?” he called to the other, hoping his voice didn't sounded too shaky. Damn, why did he always fall to pieces around Shiro?
“Oh Lance, hey,” Shiro jumped with a wide eyed, startled ‘deer caught in the headlights’ expression. He glanced around quickly his eyes soon settling on Lance, and he smiled.
“Where's your car?!” Lance asked after a quick scan of the area showed him Shiro's car was nowhere in sight.
“Uh, Keith took it.” Shiro admitted sheepishly.
“Keith...took it?” Lance repeated.
“Yeah. Well he wanted to drive so I gave him the keys, but then he jumped in the car and locked the doors on me, and just...left,” Shiro shrugged.
“What did he do that for?” Lance scowled, although he had a good idea but he wasn't about to say it out loud.
“He said I should stay behind and check on you. You know make sure that you're alright with having a big part sprung on you like that.” Shiro explained going red. Well that had been the gist of it, although Keith's language had been far more colourful and suggestive. There was no way Shiro was going to repeat exactly what the other boy had said.
“Ugh, great Keith's worried about me,” Lance grimaced with a look of disgust.
“He's probably placing bets on how long it'll take me to screw up,” he added under his breath.
Shiro heard, and he couldn’t hold back the chuckle that slipped out.
“He really does care about you you know,” Shiro tried, attempting to be stearn. He couldn't help but find Lance's reaction funny.
“Oh I know, doesn't mean I can’t be annoyed about it,” Lance waved his hand dismissively taking a step towards his car again before freezing.
Shiro didn't have a ride and if he knew Keith, he knew that the other teen wouldn't come back for Shiro for a while. If Lance threw away the opportunity Keith had provided for him then Lance knew he would never hear the end of it.
Still it was risky.
It wasn't as if this would first time he'd spent time alone with Shiro, but it would be the first time he was alone with Shiro in a car that he was driving. Lance didn't want to risk it for both their sakes. Maybe just this once…
He chanced a glance at Shiro who looked sad and lost, like a puppy kicked out on the streets in the rain. Crap. How could he just leave him there?
“Do you want a ride?” Lance offered his voice a little high but thankful free of any squeak. The prospect alone was already making his heart race, his palms sweat. He really hoped he didn't crash.
“That would be great. Thank you Lance,” Shiro said with a brilliant smile that was so warm with gratitude it blinded LAnce.
“No problemo!” Lance chimed with a forced cheer. Gripping the car keys in his hand he squeezed tight letting the cool metal and smooth plastic dig into his palm.
Ok stay calm. Don't shut down. It's just a quick drive to Shiro's place you can do this.
Lance squeezed the keys tighter.
Moving stiffly over to his car, well his mother’s car, an old beaten up SUV, Lance only loosening his grip on the keys when he was close enough to unlock it.
“If you find any toys or anything on the front seat just toss it in the back, the kids are always leaving their toys in the car,” Lance called over the roof to Shiro as the older boy bound around the car to the passenger’s side door.
Shiro smiled over the roof at him before popping open the car door and sliding into the seat. Lance sent up a tiny prayer that there was nothing embarrassing in the car. He hadn't had time to check that morning.
Yanking the door open Lance ducked in after Shiro shutting the door behind him with a slam. He sat down heavily in the driver’s seat, yanking the belt across his chest, his gaze fixed resolutely ahead feigning focus on the road ahead, even though he hadn’t even started the engine yet.
“Safety first. Have you buckled up?” Lance said aiming for his usual jovial tone but his voice was just a little too loud.
“All set,” Shiro answered giving the seat belt that strained across his chest a little tug that Lance caught out of the corner of his eye. Lance gulped. He really wished he hadn't seen that, now all he could think about was Shiro's broad chest.
He started the engine, his eyes aching with the intensity of his stare as he focused on the empty parking lot ahead of him, trying not to get distracted by his passenger.
Ok first, navigate out of this parking space. Simple.
At least there were no other cars around to crash into.
With the car in motion, it was easy for Lance to lapse into silence. All he had to do was pretend he was focused on his driving, which he was. He didn't have to say anything.
It didn't make the silence that weighed heavily around them any less awkward.
Lance got out of the parking lot and onto the road safely, driving a little slower than usual, his grip on the wheel so tight his knuckles were turning white. It wasn't far to Shiro's place, he just had to get them there in one piece. He could do this.
“So, are you excited about the play?” Shiro's voice was a deep, smooth rumble in the small confines of the car, one that pierced through Lance's chest. His hands twitched on the steering wheel but he managed to keep the car steady, somehow.
“You could say that,” Lance said unenthusiastically. He was still feeling rather overwhelmed by the whole thing.
Shiro smiled sympathetically, a look Lance only caught out of the corner of his eye yet it made his heart skip a beat all the same.
“I had no idea Allura was planning that, honestly,” Shiro added hurriedly with a grimace taking the responsibility for the whole thing upon himself, same as always.
“Hey,it's not your fault,” Lance shot back quickly, while mentally berating himself. Had Shiro taken his silence as a sign he was mad at him? He hoped not. Taking a deep breath Lance tightened his grip on the steering wheel, loosening his hold a moment later as he let out a long breath.
“We both know Allura does whatever she wants when it comes to the club. There was nothing you could have done even if you did know,” Lance turned his head to face Shiro for a moment shooting him a quick smile before turning back to the road.
“Besides you're just as affected by this as me. Now you're stuck with me as you're leading lady, that might even be worse,” Lance chuckled dryly.
“I don't see it that way,” Shiro answered, his voice stern and serious. Lance hunched in his seat feeling as if he were being scolded. He hadn't meant to release his worries on the other boy like that, but there was something about Shiro that made Lance confide in him.
“It's just...” Lance started drumming his fingers against the wheel. Words failed him he abruptly cut himself off, mouth snapping shut. He needed to say what was on his mind without sounding like a pathetic loser.
“I am looking forward to it... sorta.” he said carefully as they stopped at a red light. Lance sat back in his seat scowling thoughtfully at the bumper sticker of the car in front of them. Whatever the joke was, it didn’t register with him.
“I mean...sure it's a lead role, of course I'm excited about that but, playing a girl, it's just…. I don't know if I can pull it off you know. I'm just going to look like an awkward man in a dress and probably make a fool of myself, and ruin the play for everyone,” he groaned smacking his head against the back of the seat.
“You can pull it off, you'll make a beautiful Belle,” Shiro reassured Lance, his tone holding no hint of a lie or teasing because Shiro just didn't do that.
Beautiful? Had Lance just heard that right?
“Ha-?” He turned his head to the side blinking at Shiro.
Taking Lance's surprise as a bad sign Shiro quickly stumbled to correct himself.
“I mean that as a compliment. You are an attractive person so whether you're playing a man or a woman you'll look good. That's all I was trying to say.”
Lance was glad they were still at the red light because he definitely would have swerved off the road at that. Yup. Shiro hadn't just called him pretty, he'd actually said Lance was attractive. Shiro thought he was attractive. Lance's mind was short circuiting.
He jumped as impatient honking behind them bought him back to reality. The light was green. Thankful for the distraction, an excuse not to say anything in reply, Lance focused on the road and set off again.
Of course it meant nothing, Lance reasoned. Shiro was just being objective, you could acknowledge a person was good looking without actually being attracted to them. And Shiro was just trying reassure him about his part, because Shiro was nice like that.
Still Shiro had called him attractive, Lance felt elated and sick to his stomach in equal measure.
He should say something. He needed to say something.
“So you're really ok with me as your leading lady? I won't be offended if you say no,” Lance said with a forced grin. That was a lie. Even though he was sure Shiro must have some reservations, if he actually heard him say them out loud Lance would be crushed.
“Of course I am. I'm looking forward to it,” Shiro answered instantly.
“Oh ok. Good,” Lance felt like his throat constricting.
“And you don't mind….you know….the fact we're both guys. Even though I'm playing a girl I'm still a guy you know,” Lance fidgeted.
“Why would I mind?”
“Well you know it's just that people might think...” Lance trailed off.
“I don't care what people think. And if they have a problem they can answer to me,” Shiro replied firmly a cold look in his eye that made Lance gulp even though it wasn't directed at him.
“Ok good to know.”
They lapsed into silence again.
“Does it bother you?” Shiro asked carefully after a long moment, sounding almost scared.
“What? No? Come on Shiro, the entire school and probably half the state knows I'm bisexual,” Lance scoffed. He wasn't worried what people might think of him, he'd heard it all, and worse, before, so it was nothing new. He was worried about any backlash hitting Shiro.
“Then, there isn't a problem, and Lance, if I cared what people thought of me, I wouldn't have joined the drama club in the first place,” Shiro added with a laugh.
“Fair point.” Lance chuckled in agreement.
“Then I really hope I can do this part justice for you,” he added softly accidentally speaking his thoughts out loud.
“You will. You'll do an amazing job, Lance. You are a great actor.”
Lance startled at the reply, he really hadn't meant to say that out loud.
“I'm nothing compared to you,” Lance blabbered. Shit, he hadn't meant to say that either.
“I mean-” He was cut off by the force of Shiro's glare burning into him.
“Don't put yourself down like that,” the older boy admonished. Lance had never heard Shiro sound so disappointed in him.
“You always bring such life to the characters you play in a way I've seen no one else manage. You have your own skills and own way of shining on stage.” Shiro's hand fell on his shoulder, squeezing tightly.
Lance was still driving, he couldn't look away from the road, at Shiro, but he could feel the smile Shiro was directing at him. He didn't see the dusting of pink across Shiro's cheeks.
“Right. Sorry I don't know why I said that. I'm just…..”
“Nervous?” Shiro offered as Lance appeared to be struggling for words.
“Yeah,” Lance sighed. Nervous seemed like a pretty weak word to explain the turmoil currently going on inside him, but it was the best he had.
“Of course you are. Everyone gets nervous when they get a big part. I went home and cried for the entire night when I got my first lead.” Shiro admitted.
“You? No way!”
“It's the truth. And I was only ten at the time, but even now I feel a little sick every time I get a new role.”
“Wait so you're telling me I'm going to feel like this every time I get a big role?” Lance demanded.
“Most likely,” Shiro laughed. Lance laughed too.
“Thank you Shiro,” Lance gasped as he rubbed the tears from his eyes from laughing so hard.
“I'll put on the best performance of my life. I won't let you down,” he promised.
“I know you won't,” Shiro replied confidently.
They lapsed into a comfortable silence tinged with awkwardness for the rest of the drive, and all too soon Lance was pulling up outside Shiro's house and it was time to say goodbye.
“Thanks for the ride. Do you want to come in for a bit? I'm sure mom won't mind you staying over for dinner,” Shiro offered hopefully. He'd unbuckled his seat belt, turning towards Lance with his hand hovering near the door handle in no hurry to leave.
“Wish I could, never turn down a free meal if I can help it, but my mom needs the car so I gotta get back,” Lance answered holding back a groan of disappointment. He really wanted to stay.
“Oh ok, maybe next time? When we get the script you can come over and we can run through it together if you like,” Shiro offered, undeterred.
“Sure!” Lance was quick to respond, a little too quick not considering what 'running through the script together' might mean, that it would just be him and Shiro, together, in Shiro's house. That was a problem for future Lance.
“Great. I can even come pick you up and drive you home so you don't have to worry about using your mom’s car,” Shiro added brightly.
Shiro was such a gentleman. His heart fluttered at the idea of Shiro picking him up and taking him home. Almost like a date. Not a date, Lance knew, but almost.
Despite the warm, fuzzy feeling currently spreading through his body Lance couldn't resist the temptation to tease.
“Cool, but make sure you don't give your keys to Keith again,” he grinned.
Shiro gave him a withering look but, miraculously, did not retract the offer. Popping the door open he swung his legs out, ducking out the car with an elegance that seemed to contradict his large frame.
Shiro made even the simplest things look beautiful. Lance had it bad.
“See you tomorrow Lance,” Shiro called over his shoulder, shooting Lance a smile that snapped him back to reality.
“Sure, see you tomorrow. Call me!” Lance smiled a brilliant, adorable smile that made Shiro’;s heart melt.
“Will do. Bye,” Shiro said with a wave of his hand.
Lance watched him as he jogged up the drive, smiling and waving back as Shiro paused at the front door to turn back and wave at him again before disappearing into the house.
Lance waited until Shiro was out of sight, and was sure the front door had clicked shut before grabbing the steering wheel and smacking his head against.
“Cool? Call me? Who even says that any more? I sounded like a desperate thirteen year old,” he groaned.
“I dunno it was better than some of your usual pick up lines.”
Lance screamed at the familiar scathing voice, his head snapping to the side to shoot a glare at Keith who was leaning up against the car door.
“Keith!” Lance hissed accusingly gripping the steering wheel tight with anger.
“So, aren’t you going to thank me?” Keith asked, cocky grin growing.
“Thank you? Thank you?!” Lance spluttered with rage.
“You're welcome,” Keith grinned ignoring Lance's squawk of indignation.
“I went to all that effort to give you and Shiro some alone time. the least you can do is thank me,” he continued to boast.
“Oh yeah sure, I'm so grateful for the opportunity to make a fool of myself in front of Shiro. Thank you soooooo much.”
“Oh come on it wasn't that bad was it?” Keith dropped the cocky attitude, and turned to Lance with concern. He leant his arms on the car door, leaning through the open window towards Lance. Lance was regretting driving with the window open.
“It was dreadful,” Lance replied flatly looking off to the side, his heart racing again at the memory of the drive, and the fact Shiro had called him attractive. He couldn't meet Keith's eye or else he would know something was up and Lance would never hear the end of it.
“Uh-huh, dreadful. Sure,” Keith smirked he knew something was up but the grilling could wait until he had Pidge and Hunk to back him up.
“Whatever, just don't forgot to thank me when the big day comes and you finally get to bone Shiro like you've always wanted,” Keith called out loud, in the middle of the street, as he stepped away from the car. Anyone could have heard him!
With another indignant squawk Lance grabbed the first available weapon, which happened to be a bright plastic building block his little brother had left on the dashboard. Tossing it out the window, he aimed for Keith's head.
A direct hit.
Before Keith had a chance to retaliate Lance gunned the engine and shot out of there.