Keith unlocks the door to their dorm and flicks the light on. He sighs and flops on his bed. Hunk closes the door behind them, and looks at Keith's depressing form.
"Keith, c'mon, I bet its nothing bad," he tries to reason, but Keith just grunts in response.
"Ugh dude, stop being so self pitying! Lance isn't the type to hate someone out of the blue, so go talk to him instead of jumping to conclusions." He pulls out his own phone and goes into his own messages with Lance, and tosses it as his head. "Now I'll make brownies while you do that." Hunk walks into the kitchen and starts with the brownies.
Keith lifted his head to stare at the phone in distaste, it had indeed hit his head. He grumbles something along the lines of 'I'm only doing it for brownies'
He looks at the phone and sighs, throwing away his nerves.
To: Lonce
Hey. Its me, Keith.
What's up, why are you acting so weird?
Keith throws the phone onto the floor after the message sends. Hunk glares at him from the kitchen.
"If you break that you'll have more than your student loan to pay off!" he snaps before turning back into the kitchen.
Keith grumbles and lays flat on the couch, glaring at the ceiling. He can still see the phone on the floor in the corner of his eyes. Five minutes pass and he groans, stuffing a cushion over his face.
"Keep the miserating to a minimum!" Hunk says from the kitchen. Keith groans louder from under the pillow, he pulls it off of his head and snaps back
"Well I'm sorry, it's not my fault my new closest friend is ignoring me now. Hell he probably hates me too..."
Hunk makes an aggravated noise before throwing a stray spatula at Keith. "We've been over this, he doesn't hate you." He goes back to cooking after that, leaving Keith annoyed and with another bruise on his head.
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Lance blinked his eyes groggily and tried to rub the sleep out of them with the heel of his hands.
He looks at his phone to check the time. Its 5 am the next day and he has a text from Hunk. Lance scans his eyes over the message and sits upright fast. He's wide awake now.
To: Hunky
Keith, No you didn't do anything.
Its all on me so please don't worry
He waits a good half an hour in bed for a reply, groaning a pulling his covers over his head when he can't take it any longer.
He gets out of bed and showers, listening for his phone to buzz on the sink, but no luck again. He's halfway through some sad toast Pidge had made him out of sympathy when it does buzz, making him choke in shock.
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From: Keef
Hunk gave me your reply.
Lance if something is bothering you, you know you can tell me?
Im here for you so don't close me out.
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Lance's heart picks up. And he grimaces, as guilt clenches his heart.
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To: Keef
I am not closing you out. I wouldn't do that and you know it.
I just dont dont need your help with this, I'm sorry but I need some time to think.
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From: Keef.
Lance
You've ignored me enough, but if you dont want me around for a while then Fine.
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Keith flipped in his bed and groaned into his pillows. He felt so heartless and cold.
"Great, now I'm the cold one.."
Hunk jumped down from the top bunk and stumbled groggily, giving Keith a slight shock.
"Jeez Keith.. keep your sulking down," he says as he starts up some coffee. "What are you even complaining about now?"
Keith sat up and pouted at Hunk.
"Lance.. I replied to his message." Hunk hums a sound of interest and brings Keith cup of coffee. "Thanks.."
Hunk plops down next to Keith. "Alright, show me the messages." Keith hesitantly handed him his phone.
Hunk reads them over a few times before pinching the bridge of his nose.
Hunk hands the phone back to Keith.
"Sorry but you're on your own, kid." He gets up and goes back to the kitchen. "Want another brownie?"
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Lance stared at his phone with a look of complete and utter grief.
"Oh god...what did I just do.???" He yell whispered to himself.
Pidge looked at him suspiciously from over her book that she was reading at Lance's small dining table that sat close to the kitchenette.
"Yeah.. what did you do? Is it about Keith?" She got up from her spot to tower over Lance. "If you hurt that poor boy I swear-"
"I'm sorry!" Lance wailed "I panicked and I pushed him away! I didn't mean to.. I didn't mean to hurt him" Lance went from a yell to a whisper, indicating his descent into an attack. He curled into himself and tore into his hair with his hands.
"God I'm- I'm an idiot I can't do anything right. I hope Keith hates me!" his voice cracks. "God I'd fucking deserve that!" Pidge jumped into action, speedily and gently removing Lance's hands from his hair, and pulled them to her chest.
"Hey, Lance. Calm down.. you're alright, you can get through this. I can help you get through this," she soothed, running her hand over his ruffled hair, smoothing it back out.
Lance's breathing steadied and his muscles relaxed a bit. He sighed heavily, still trying to get his breath back. He looked at Pidge sadly, and pulled his hands away.
"I'm sorry you had to see that..." he looked away from her, ashamed.
"It's alright Lance, I'm used it," she tried, but Lance just hunched lower
"I'm such a goddamned mess Katie.... I dont know what to do anymore." He looked at her with sad eyes "I can't even keep myself from pushing away the person I want the most."
"You cant push Keith away, Lance. It'll take more than angry words over texts to get rid of him." She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Plus, I'll help you get him if you want. I know that boy like the back of my hand." She grins at him, earning a weak smile in return.
Lance exhales and flops back on his bed.
"What would I do without you Katie?" She snorts
"I don't know, probably die." He raises an eyebrow at her and laughs loudly, a long awaited grin splits his face in two.
"God, you're right about that one."
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Farewell until next time my friends
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Fanfiction(this fic is currently undergoing a full rewrite, and will not be getting updates until all chapters have been redone) This is a Trans Lance au in which Lance having been ashamed of who he is, fled his unsupportive home to like with his aunt, leavin...
