Pidge awoke to the day with a grin, light filtered through the dorms window, hitting the electronics on her desk just right to send a shimmering rainbow to dance across the naturally lit room.
Everyone else was asleep, keith in his bed, hunk and herself had obviously been on the floor and lance laid peacefully on the sofa.
Of course pidge remembered that both lance and keith had not slept separately that night //she took pictures\\
She snickered at the thought, making her way to the little kitchenette. They had watch nearly every movie lance owned before the boy had fallen asleep on Keith,who had passed out a few movies earlier.
Pidge smiled thoughtfully at her friends, for so long it had been just her and hunk, later with the addition of keith. This had been hard, the two never really stopped thinking and caring about lance, they had put that pain to the back of there minds. Unseen, but never forgotten.
Pidge stretched her arms above her head and yawned,
"Guess its coffee time.." she said putting on the jug and making four cups,
"Yo dipshits get up." She said as she nudged hunk awake with her foot. The larger man groaned , shifting from his uncomfortable position on the floor and looked up at pidge tiredly.
"Hey pidge, you're up early." He yawned, pulling himself to his feet and taking a mug from pidge.
"Yeah well if not me then who." She said dryly, plopping herself on lances legs that were stretched across the sofa.
"Uuuugh, piiiidge whyy." lance whined at the sudden awakening "and get off me, you've gotten fat- oof!." The shorter girl cut of his remark with a quick smack to the back of his head and growled at him.
"Oh so you dont want this black cuban styled coffee?" Lance glared at the girl for a moment
"Ugh! Sorry pidge.. you are the peak of style and beauty." Lance ground out, before taking the cup from Pidges grasp and sipping the best coffee he thinks he's ever had
"Jesus pidge...this is amazing!" Lance exclaimed, pulling his legs from under the girl.
She smirked pushing her circular glasses futher up the bridge of her nose "well I am a barista at Starbucks." Lance looked at her in awe
"And you never told me?! We've been here months!" Lance exclaims with an exasperated look
Pidge sighed, pushing her glasses up her nose "I didn't want you guys demanding discounts like the poor college scum you are." Keith shifted in his bed, sitting up he glares at the girl
"Who you calling Scum??" Hunk snorted at keiths offended expression,
Keiths eyes landed on lance, remembrance flickering briefly in his indigo eyes before smiling at him sleepily "morning lance."
"Morning..." lance looked away from the black haired boy, guilt filling him to the brim. He hopee he wouldn't ask about last night.
"Is that coffee?" Keith asked eagerly, shifting his attention from lance to pidge who snorted, handing keith a cup.
Keith sighed contently as he breathed in the sweet aroma of his brewed beverage, taking a sip he said "As good as always, little bird." Pidge huffed
"I told you not to call me that." She said with a glare, amusement glittering in her eyes,
Keith huffed slightly "I could always call you a gremlin.." he said innocently, receiving a proper glare from the girl, he ignored her and turned to face the group properly "so what are we doin today?" The group exchanged thoughtful looks, but after what seemed that decades passed before Pidge finally spoke up.
"Yeah I got nothing. Hunk. Lance?" The other two muttered in agreement, keith gave an exasperated sigh before pulling himself to his feet and placing his hands on his hip
"Well team, looks like we're going shopping!" He declared, receiving neutral looks from hunk and pidge but a confused one from lance
"But I dont need anything.." lance said , the confused expression still stapled to his features. Keith groaned, running his hands over his face in frustration
"Lance. I have literally only seen you wear two different outfits in our time here, both are ugly. So no you do need something and I will pick for you." Lance gave keith an odd look
"O-okay..I guess thats ok...but I do get a choice right-"
"No." Keith said, cutting him off
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The trip to the mall was a long one. The university of Altea was quite a distance from the city, so it took at least 30 minutes to arrive.
Keith exited beaten up truck and breathed a thankful sigh, lance was slower, more hesitant to exit the vehicle. The cuban man hadn't been to a place like this since highschool, he usually just relied on his Tia for support.
Lance stood by the car nervously, Hunk and Pidge had decided to stay at the dorm to finish some projects.
Which left him and keith, alone.
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"Alright, shopping!" Keith says excitedly, not notching Lance isn't sharing his enthusiasm. He blushes as Keith lightly grabs his wrist and guides him straight into the first clothing store they see.
He lets go once they're in there and Lance doesn't know if he's disappointed or not. He follows Keith around, feeling lost and self conscious as Keith is looking between him and certain clothes he's picking out.
"Here, try these on," Keith says eventually, handing Lance the pile he'd collected.
"O-ok," Lance says, feeling a brief panic when he looks between the men's and women's changing places. He goes into the men's though, closing the door behind him and taking a huge breath of relief. Keith presence could be... a lot, sometimes.
He faces away from the mirror as he changes, a little startled that Keith got all of his sizing right. He tries on a pair of black jeans and a generic white shirt first, turning around to look at the mirror a little reluctantly and finding... it isn't actually too bad, the clothes not looking weird on his body. He actually looks a lot more like a guy in them, and feels a sudden burst of confidence, self-indulgently striking a pose.
"Are you down?" he jumps as Keith's voice startles him.
"Only got the first things on," he replies.
"Can I see?" Keith asks, sounding excited. Lance has an internal battle about whether he should, but opens up the door anyway, trying to hide his blush when Keith looks at him.
"Hmmm," he says.
"What?" Lance asks, suddenly worried.
"You don't suit white," is all Keith says before he takes off back into the store, and Lance stands there confused. The other teen returns quickly though, handing Lance practically the same shirt but in a gentle blue.
"There," he smiles. "Try that."
Lance nods, closing the door again and stripping out of the white shirt.
Keith is right. Lance feels like he does look better in blue, and the smile Keith has on his face when he shows him the blue makes his heart flutter.
They leave the store with their bag of clothes, and Lance feels... at ease, which is surprising.
"Wanna get something from the food court?" Keith asks him, and Lance smiles as he nods, but the smile disappears faster than a light being turned off when he sees someone he knows, standing a few metres away.
Lotor.
Lance feels himself beginning to shake, ignoring Keith stopping to look at him in concern.
Lotor turns around, and when his eyes meet Lance's he feels all the air from his lungs disappear.
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Thanks to my friendo that helped write this chapter
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