Voltron AUs

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Keith always carried around his trusty earbuds to ward off unwanted conversations. It was a trick he had learned ages ago. If people see that you can't hear them, they won't initiate a conversation. Which was fine with Keith.

Keith casually leaned up against the arcade's outside, waiting for his ride, music drowning out the world. He sighed, and turned to the sky. Why was Allura always late? He just needed a simple ride home; It was only a ten minute drive. It wouldn't kill the old hag to drop him off; She was already heading that way, sheesh. Keith sighed, and continued browsing Twitter, trying to distract himself from the wasted minutes passing by.

Out of the corner of his eye, Keith spotted two guys exiting the arcade. They looked about his age. One was tall and wearing a blue baseball style t-shirt. The other was a larger build, and wearing an orange headband. Their mouths were moving, and the boy with the blue shirt was nodding. He was pretty cute in Keith's opinion. Another beautiful stranger I'll never see again.

Keith shut his eyes and scratched his lip with his phone, not wanting to draw attention to himself. It'd seem to the passerby like he was deep in thought. After counting a couple seconds, Keith opened them, expecting to be alone once more. Instead, the two were standing by his side, a grin plastered on the taller man's face. His lips moved, but Keith couldn't hear. Keith internally groaned, and plucked out his buds, casually placing them on his shoulder. He did not need this conversation, even if it was with an attractive guy.

"Hey there, sorry to bother you pretty boy, but I was wondering if I could borrow a dollar or two for the machines. I just spent my last couple bills," he said, jerking his thumb at the arcade.

Pretty boy.
Keith tried his best to seem uninterested, even though inside he was internally screaming.
Why the hell was this hottie asking him for spare change?

"I, um, I don't think I have anything,  sorry," Keith stammered, nonchalantly opening up his messaging app, and clicking on his conversation with his best friend Shiro.

"Aw, c'mon. Sure you can't spare some change for this handsome face?" Mr. Hottie countered, winking.

The other guy who had stayed silent, suddenly leaned his chin on the taller man's shoulder, and pointed at him, his smile wider than the horizon. He reminded Keith of a sunset, warm and peaceful.

"Maybe then you could play with us," sunset boy teased.
Whoah.
Keith's fingers flew across the keyboard, trying to relay what was unfolding.

HELP. CUTE BOY FLIRTING WITH ME.

Keith hit send, and prayed for a quick response.
"I don't have any cash," Keith muttered.
That bit was true at least. All Keith had was his debit card and ID in his wallet. Plus a few coupons for pizza.

Blue boy stared at Keith, before lightly tapping himself on the head.
"Where are my manners? This is Hunk!" He shared, patting yellow boy's head.
"And the name's Lance," he added.

"I'm Keith," Keith stated, anxiously waiting for Shiro's response. He could sense the conversation was quickly going to get awkward, and he wasn't entirely sure what to do.

"Nice to meet you Keith. So, what are you doing out here all by yourself? Waiting for you girlfriend or what?" Lance asked, raising an eyebrow.
Damn, he was smooth.

"I- I'm waiting for my cousin," Keith stammered. "And I don't have a boyfriend," he hinted, hoping Lance would get that he leaned more towards boys.

"Ahh, I see. Wow, someone like you, single. What do you know? I'm single too! Must be my lucky day," Lance continued, leaning against the wall.

Finally Keith's phone buzzed, and his eyes darted to the screen.

So flirt back?

Flirt back?! Shiro knows the last time he was in a relationship was over a  year ago. How does one even flirt?! He had the social skills of a potato!

SHIRO IM SERIOUS. HELP ME. HE HAS A WINGMAN.

Keith quickly locked his phone after sending it, not wanting to seem rude.

"Must be," Keith absentmindedly replied.

God, he sounded like a sarcastic asshole. His interest in this guy was sparked, and he wouldn't mind getting to know him. This Lance fellow was good looking, and had a charismatic personality to top it off. And he was pretty serious about it since he had a wingman.

Keith glanced to the street, and saw a familiar white smart car with its signature pink pixel galaxy bumper sticker pulling up .

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but my ride's here," Keith announced, pushing himself off the wall.

Lance frowned, but looked in the direction Keith was gazing,  and gave a casual two fingered salute to Keith.
"See you soon pretty boy."

Keith awkwardly nodded, and opened the car door, swiftly stepping inside, and shut it. Beyoncé filled his ears, and he sighed. Why didn't Allura play Panic! At the Disco or something?

"Who was that?" Allura offhandedly questioned, pressing the gas.

"Just a guy asking for change," Keith reported, buckling his seat belt.

"Didn't look like he was just asking for change," Allura smirked, popping her bubble gum.

"Shut up!" Keith screamed, shoving her.

He felt his face going red, and turned his head slightly downward so his bangs could hide his crimson face.

"Whoahhhhh watch it! I'm driving here!" Allura shrieked, spinning the wheel.

"Wouldn't want to die after you got a boyfriend, would you?" she teased wriggling her eyebrows.

"God, you're annoying," Keith muttered, placing his ear buds back in, staring out the window.

I guess I'm going back to the arcade tomorrow.

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If you're reading this, welcome to my new book! I guess I could call it a book. Idk. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Thanks Jayce (I think thats your name. If not, aka-awkward.)for letting me use your art, wooh!

Friendly reminder to everyone, when using SOMEBODY ELSE'S art, you should ask them permission! !

Idk how often I'll update because school. (UGGHHHH) I almost said see you next time, but I won't be seeing you, and until next time sounds too,,, cheesy? Okay, I'm dragging this out too long. BYE!