flower boy - klance

four

"lance, you can't stare at that flower forever."

lance looked over to his younger roommate. "watch me." he threatened.

she scoffed. "i am, and it's pretty pathetic. shouldn't you be doing calculus?"

lance pretended to be offended. "pidge, you really expect me to do this crap?" he said, lifting his calculus homework.

she shook her head. "no, i don't." she said, not looking up from her laptop. "but i do expect you to do something else today than stare at that fucking flower."

lance abruptly pushed his chair out, turning to the small girl behind him on the bed. "hunk got his flower today, pidge. he's out there with the love of his life and i've got nothing but a birthmark to stare at!" he said painfully, gesturing to the lilac on his wrist.

"so do something to distract yourself like the rest of us!" she snapped, looking up from her computer. the anger in her eyes turned to guilt as she realized the tone of her voice. "i'm sorry," she apologized, looking down at her computer. "it's just... it's hard."

lance looked at her knowingly, observing the grey carnations that covered almost her entire body. pidge's soulmate died when she was eleven; her childhood friend and partner was caught in a housefire and couldn't escape.

when one's soulmate dies, their flowers turn grey, but then so does the rest of their world. they're unable to see color until their soul moves onto another person to call their soulmate.

pidge was devastated when her soulmate passed, she refused to go to school for weeks and never left the house. but when her mother bought her her first computer, pidge realized that love could be found in other places, not just people.

besides, sometimes, the heart can move on when your soulmate passes, and youll have a new soulmate. she would never admit it, but pidge had learned to enjoy being alone.

"what have you been drawing?" pidge asked, calling lance out of his thoughts.

"oh!" lance said, excited she was wondering. "ive been putting together some ideas of what they look like," lance said, flipping pages in his sketchbook. "you wanna se if they're a girl or a boy?"

pidge shrugged. "doesn't matter to me."

"okay, well here's what i think they look like if they're female," lance explained as he opened up his sketchbook. the page he flipped to portrayed a small girl not too different than pidge, except she had long flowing black hair and killer makeup. "not to shabby, right?" lance said, pride flowing within him.

"don't get cocky, lance." pidge said annoyedly, although deep down she loved lance's positive comments about himself. they didn't come around often. "what about the male one?"

lance smiled as he flipped the page. "this ones a little more detailed."

the drawing portrayed a medium height boy, with long, thin legs and an otherwise built stature. he had chains hanging from the belt loops of his ripped black skinny jeans, as well as several red patches sewn onto the legs. he had a bright red sweater on under a black and red bomber jacket, as well as short black hair that hung over his face.

"don't you think he'd look better with longer hair?" pidge asked as she studied the drawing.

lance gripped his chest as if pidge had deeply offended him. "the day i love someone with a mullet is the day i die." he declared. 

if only he knew what his soulmate was up to.