Try Me | klance

《5》

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Pidge felt a bit guilty. He had kicked Lance out of the club meeting abrasively. He hadn't meant his voice to sound that icy. He just kind of wanted Lance to get his shit together.

Of course, Pidge noticed Lance's lack of attention in classes and meetings. The lack of participation. Pidge noticed the dark bags under his eyes (before they're covered by makeup) and the exhausted expression on Lance's face. Lance was very forgetful these days, more so than usual, making Pidge uneasy. Something was going on, but it wasn't really of Pidge's business to find out (maybe it was. He was his best friend right?).

Of course, Pidge wanted to help. But what could Pidge do? He didn't even know what was wrong! Maybe nothing was wrong. Maybe Lance just likes to stay up late (the amount of sleep you get is very important- don't forget about breakfast too!). And if that's the case...

"Pidgeeeeeee," Lance's voice drawled out, "Are you mad at me?" Now his voice bright. Lance looked happier than he should've while asking that question.

"I wasn't mad..." Pidge raised an eyebrow, "Why are you smiling?" not that there's anything wrong with that...

"What? Can't people just smile? Is it so wrong to be happy? I swear, society's giving me more rules I can't keep up with!" Lance said sarcastically.

"Ha, ha, ha." Pidge wanted to say something meaningful, "Why are you so- cheerful? It's still first period..." Was that the right thing to ask? Probably not.

"Oh, yeah." His face scrunched up in distaste, "Way to ruin my morning."

"Sorry, not really." Pidge was getting impatient.

Lance sat down next to Pidge, like always, and looked around his book-bag. Suddenly, Lance began to frantically pull papers out, muttering curses. Then realization crossed his face, and Lance sat down in defeat.

"Did we have anything due today?" Lance asked gloomily. "I forgot my folder..."

Pidge almost laughed, but this wasn't the first time it happened.

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Hunk was alone again. It was supposed to be intimidating being in a classroom full of the kids who bullied him middle school. Yet Hunk was sure he could care less of bullies now. Although he did feel lonely sometimes.

Not all the time, though. Um, he wasn't lonely all the time. Lance had helped in middle school (still does), then Freshmen year, he met Pidge. They had been there for him. He made a group of friends; they were his best friends. (Frankly, he was worried about college without them)

It didn't really bother him that much- being lonely, that is. To be completely honest, he really wasn't lonely. He really, really wasn't. He had friends who cared about him, a (temporary) job that he actually liked, parents who loved him, his amazing cooking skills (that he wasn't afraid to flaunt). It certainly got better.

But now, there was an empty feeling in his stomach; he felt scared to be so empty. He got that same empty feeling when he was in middle school, when he had been sitting alone at a lunch table surrounded by a thousand of other kids. And now he felt empty again (maybe because it was senior year...). Was he going to lose his friends?

No way. Nuh-uh. Of course not!

Lance and Pidge (and maybe Shay- actually, definitely Shay) were his best friends. They wouldn't just suddenly stop talking to him! And Keith was a cool guy. Hunk would be okay with letting Keith join their little nerd group (not that he got to decide- not that it's something to decide).