Pretty self-explanatory. And please forgive me if it's trashy this is my first time writing one-shots.
Also
!Characters are not mine!
!I only own the OC, I do not own the Voltron characters!
I tapped my foot impatiently. Lance had agreed to meet me at my house so he and I could ride to the arcade, then Cafe Voltron, and then a couple of other places. I mean, we had packed our afternoon with as much activity as possible. But he was 20 minutes late!
"Come on Lance!" I said out loud. Suddenly I heard a loud engine growl as a blue and black motorcycle came racing up the road. It screeched to a halt in front of me and the rider stepped off the bike. The rider turned to me and took off his helmet and re-adjusted his backpack on his shoulders. It was Lance! He was wearing a white shirt, black leather jacket, jeans, and black converse, which was a little strange since he didn't usually wear this kind of outfit.
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"About fucking time you got here!" I said, an annoyed look on my face.
"Uh... heh... I- uh... got caught up in something?" Lance said, sounding a bit unsure.
"You forgot about it for a bit, didn't you Lance." I asked with a seriously? face.
"Heh, you caught me. You always were the best at reading people (Y/N)." Lance tells me with a goofy smile on his face. I smiled warmly at him, giggling a little. Lance blushed a little at this, which made me giggle even more.
"H-Hey! It's not funny!" Lance stammered. That caused me to laugh even harder than before.
"Ugh," I said wiping away tears, "Anyways, let's go." Lance nodded and handed me my (F/C) and white helmet that he held onto cause' I asked him to. He then proceeded to put on his blue and white helmet, getting back on the bike. I put my helmet on and slid on the motorcycle. I wrapped my hands around Lance's waist, so I wouldn't fall off the motorcycle. I could've sworn I felt him tense up a little, but I decided to brush it off as if it was just my imagination. Little did I know that under the helmet, Lance was furiously blushing as he thought, "Why am I feeling like this?! We've done this before! We're just friends! At least... For now, I hope."
He raced down the streets taking turns here and there until I wasn't sure where we were anymore. About 10 minutes after we had taken off, Lance screeched to a halt in front of someone's house.
