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How tf did we even become friends? I have no idea. It was a rivalry. Everyone thinks we hate each other but there’s always been something more to it. I mean, he’s pretty, what do you want me to do?
When I first saw him I was like wow because he was pretty. That’s it. Everyone knew we hated each other, it wasn’t a secret. Keith hates Lance, Lance hates Keith. But not for the reason everyone think. The first thought that popped into my head when I saw Lance was “pretty.”
Then Lance started antagonizing me. I did absolutely nothing. He just hated me. There was nothing I could do to fix this. So I started being an asshole too and, voilà, a rivalry was born.
For some reason I started to warm up to him, but I wasn’t about to make a 180 and be nice all of a sudden. Wouldn’t that be weird? The two enemy paladins suddenly nice. Lance would think it was weird too. He would’ve had to. Then everyone else would have too. They all love Lance. They all take his side. I only have Shiro. But now I have Lance too.
I stopped spitting out obnoxious truths and started lying. I don’t think he knew, but suddenly he was the only one, other than Shiro, that I could talk to and would listen. We would walk to trainings together and Shiro eventually paired us up to spar. We kept talking while we were sparring. We never ran out of things to say. Well, Lance never ran out of things to say. Inside jokes were made and our friendship took true form.
We would eat meals together on days off and eventually Lance invited to me to one of the paladin sleepovers. I went to Hunks room to find only Hunk, Pidge and Coran? in the room.
“Um hi where’s Lance?” Oh my god I suck at making friends.
“Idk he said he had to grab something” Pidge responded.
“Okay but why are you packing bags?”
“Did Lance not tell you?”
I racked my brain but couldn’t think of anything. He only said to be ready by 8 and that was it. The door whooshed open, presenting a miserable Lance.
“I couldn’t find Kie-“ Lances head zipped up when it landed on my red bag. His face softening. But I was imagining that. Right?
“I thought I told you to be ready at 8?”
“You did?”
“Meaning I would meet you, at your door, at 7:50. It’s 7:57. Why are you in here?”
“Well you invited me and on time is late so I’ve been here for like 5 minutes. You never told me to wait in my room.”
“Idiot. It was implied.”
“No it wasn’t!”
“Lance! Kieth! Neither of you will be invited to mandatory family fun night if you keep this up,” Hunk screeched. Lance looked at me defeated. As if the very thought of not being able to be “invited” to a “mandatory” fun night was the worst thing that could happen. He put his arm around me and said, “We are all good.”
Lord help me.