Falling for you was like falling asleep... slowly, but then all at once...
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This is a klance fic from the show Voltron Legendary Defender. It's an alternate universe where they're in college and Keith's a transfer student f...
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Day one. Graduated from H-S "I'd like to walk around in your mind someday..." -/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/- Lance swayed his hips a bit in his car seat, taping with slender fingers on his steering wheel. He hummed a song that played crisply on the radio until he broke out singing. "¡Oh! Tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan Sólo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso! Oh yeah.." His voice cracked at sometimes, but the way the lyrics slipped off his tounge was somewhat interesting. Whenever lance spoke in his native language, he truly sounded like some Spanish angel. Pidge covered her ears from behind lances driver seat.
"LANCE! Seriously this is the billionth time that damn song has played! Turn that shit off! PLEASE."
Lance just sang louder, his voice full of energetic life, it blocked out the rumbling of the rain that hit their car like bricks. Hunk on the other hand was asleep in the front seat. He decided Lance's wretched attempts at being a singer weren't worth his hearing.
"Relax Pidge! I'm getting better."
"You've invented something actually..."
"Oh?" Lance began, the music fading behind his curious voice.
"Yea. It's like you've just invented a new kind of torture. Poor hunk. I highly doubt he's sleeping. He's probably dead now." Pidge smirked, adjusting her round glasses that rested on her curved nose. Lance gave Pidge the most offended glance through a mirror. The utter look of repugnance that Lance displayed had Pidge laughing.
"I am NOT killing hunk! My voice is great! Besides," Lance's vivacious voice said to the cracked up Pidge, "I'll get allllll the ladies with it! Girls are into those guys who speak Spanish."
"I'm a girl and I'm not attracted to your voice in any way possible."
"You're not like the other girls then. Which is sad. We could be together."
"No way in hell, Lance. I'd date a chemistry book before you."
"Neeeerrddd" Lance's voice teased as his lips curved up his tan cheeks into a smirk.
"And you're a flirt! It's gonna be annoying having all those girls around you. If they have that kinda taste in guys like you anyway. Don't forget you have friends with common sense!" Pidge crossed her arms and legs, glaring at lance. But Lance was busy looking at the road, sending a teasing hum to her. She had another thought.
"Or maybe boys. Boys'll be all over you too.. Ever thought about that, lover boy?"
Lance jolted a bit, crimson red covering his cheeks at the thought of either gender falling for him. Despite Lance's flirtatious personality, he's never officially been in a relationship before. He longed for one, and was ready to meet the love of his life. But maybe Pidge was right. He might just be too crazy. Too loud, full of uncontrollable energy, a voice that makes you cringe when you hear it. He might just be too... Lance.
