The Boy in Blue

Chapter 3

Hunk and I are sitting at a table at the Voltron Café, we just ordered, and I'm having trouble deciding how to tell him about Lance. It's not that it's hard to say, it's just confusing, and annoying.

He interrupts my thoughts, "Hey, Keith, are you okay?"

I snap out of my thoughts, "Y-yeah, why?"

He laughs, "It's just that you're blushing. Like, a lot."

I blush even more, "Am not!"

He chuckles, "Sure, sure. Anyways, what are you blushing about? Clearly, something's making you stutter."

Now's as good a time as any... "I-It's about Lance."

He pumps his fist in the air, "Yes! Pidge owes me $10"

I scream at him, gaining some unwanted attention, "WHAT?!"

"Pidge said it'd take you more than a week to figure out your feelings for Lance," he smiles.

I suddenly realize what he's talking about, "It didn't take me very long, because my feelings towards him are very clear."

He has a surprised look on his face, "I didn't think you'd say it directly."

"It's rage! I hate him so much! He's the worst, every time I see him, my face goes red from the anger!" I start yelling at nothing, just going on a mini-rant to myself.

He tries to hold in a laugh, but he can't, and bursts out laughing, "That's not what I meant by feelings! Besides, that's not rage, it's-" 

I cut him off, "Nope, it's definitely rage."

He tries to speak, "But," Suddenly, our food gets here. The waiter puts our food on the table, I got chicken strips, yes, from the kid's menu. Hunk got a salad, since we just went there to talk. 

"Like I was saying, it's more than rage. Or, at least you want it to be more than rage."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked him.

"You want to be more than friends with him," he tries to explain.

I obviously didn't get it, "Of course, I want to be enemies."

He chuckles, "No, no, no. Just, describe how you feel whenever you see him."

"There's this feeling in my stomach, it's like I'm nervous, but worse. My heart starts to beat faster, and my face fills with rage, like, visibly." 

He just chuckles, "You'll figure it out eventually, just wait."

I stare at him in confusion, "Figure what out?"

He shakes his head and starts eating his food. I sit there, silently confused, and decide to eat my food, too.

Maybe I should tell him about what Lance said, "Well, maybe I should tell you about our conversation from yesterday."

"You had a conversation yesterday?" He says, finishing his salad.

"Yeah, after I talked to you. Anyways," I told him the conversation we had yesterday. 

In the middle of my little rant to myself, I feel an arm around my shoulders. I jump in shock, and turn around to see the one and only, Lance.

I roll my eyes, trying to pretend that I didn't just jump in fear, "Of course it's you. I thought you were going to stop doing that."

He laughs, "You can't just play that off, I totally saw you jump. It was hilarious. Anyways, I didn't say I was going to stop draping my arms across your shoulders, I said I was going to stop making you mad on purpose."

I glare at him, "Kind of the same concept, dude."

He pushes himself off of me and leans against the locker next to mine. He says, sighing, "Whatever."

I keep putting my homework in my backpack, triple checking that I have everything I need, when he starts talking again, "So what are you doing tonight?"

I don't really realize what he said, and just say, "Nothing. I'm going to the café with Hunk."

He grabs his phone, "Sounds fun." His voice implied that he wanted to come, too.

I sigh, "Maybe some other time. Today, it's just me and Hunk, there's some stuff we have to talk about."

He has a mischievous smirk on his face, "So are you and Hunk, you know?"

I blush even redder, the rage visible on my face, "Absolutely not! He's just my friend! Besides, I'm not even-"

I decide that it's better to not finish my sentence.

The smirk doesn't move, "You sure about that? Because Pidge told me you were-"

I cut him off, "Pidge doesn't know what she's talking about."

The smirk shifts into a frown, "Really? That's kind of disappointing."

I didn't get what he was talking about, so I just said what made sense, "Why? Aren't there enough other things to tease me about?"

He looks almost hurt that I didn't understand what he meant, "That's not it." I still look at him, confused. He sighs, "You know what, I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm bi." He tries to hint at what he's trying to get through to me, but it still doesn't work.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

He sighs in disappointment,"Nevermind." He walks away, obviously very down.

"Wow," he says in shock, "Even I got those signals." 

"What signals?" I asked, oblivious.

He scoffs, "How in the world did you not know what he was talking about? He was sending you signals like crazy."

I stand up from the table, "Whatever, Hunk, I'm leaving." I start to walk away, but I hear him stand up a bit to go after me. I turn around, "Yes, you can eat the rest of my chicken strips." He sits down again and starts eating.

I walk out of the door and think to myself, what signals?