Airplanes (A Klance Fanfic)

Chapter 2

"Call me an old, hobo, emo, country singer one more time and see what happens, "Mr. Flirty Pants"."

"Old, hobo, emo, country singer-- Wait... H-hEy~!! Only Zoey can call me Mr. Flirty Pants!!"

Lance huffed. Keith tightened his grip and looked Lance in the eye. Lance looked down at the slightly shorter boy.

"Does it look like I care about that?"

"Why yes yes it does, actually. It also matters as to why you have a fucking mullet."

"What does my hair have to do with this?!"

"Everything, Mullet Boy! Everything!"

Lance smirked and pushed Keith off of him. Keith stumbled backward and glared at him. Zoey and Pidge stood in the background with a satisfied expression on their faces. Zoey sat there and watched the two boys bicker until they starting pushing each other. Oh man... I'd better do something before Lance happens... I don't want mum at my throat again for Lance breaking another chair or table... She thought and mentally sighed.

"Wow, okay boys! Time to either take it outside or come with Pidge and me to the movies. Lance remember last time with the biker dude and the table?"

She asked with a slight smirk. Lance glanced at her and instantly stopped.

"Okay, just to make this clear. That guy was like five foot, maybe shorter!! There's no way he broke the table."

"Oh, but he did," Pidge snorted and crossed her arms, "Aww... the memories."

"Pff... yo ass got whooped!!"

"Damn straight!"

"WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THAT."

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~Next Day~

"No. There is no absolute way that he, the boy with le mullet is a bad boy."

"Way, Lance. Way."

"But how~!?"

Lance asked and threw his arms in the air. Zoey smirked and took a sip of her coffee while leaning against the counter island in Lance and Hunk's huge ass apartment. How they can afford it, you might ask? Well... long story short, Hunk's parents are successful accountants and are rich from it. Plus, he's a trust fund baby and gets everything he wants. Though, with how kind he is, I doubt he rarely asks for things unless Lance begs him.

"He used to be a part of that gang that hung out at the skate park until he got busted for carrying something. I forget what it was, I believe drugs.--"

"No... he can't be THAT much of a bad boy..."

Lance interrupted and his eyes grew wide.

"Oh he can and you didn't let me finish. Anyways, he was always on probation and in and out of foster homes. I can't imagine having one steady person to look up to or someone to guide you on the right path."

"Yeah... but there's no way he's a bad boy."

Lance said, still sounding like he was in disbelief. Zoey rolled her eyes, set her coffee down, and moved to squish Lance's face with her hands.

"Boi, he IS a bad boy! Now stop denying it and let's get to class. Hasn't Hunk already left?"

She said narrowing her eyes and looking him straight in the eye. A small light pink blush appeared on the boy and his eyes locked on Zoey's.