Euphony (Voltron x Reader) DISCONTINUED.

13. You Shouldn't Have. No, Really.

"Lance, you look a little out of it. Are you alright?"

Lance had his back to the floor, with his legs resting up against the wall. Skid marks from his sole soon defaced the polished marble.

He turned his head away from the wall, his features indifferent and relaxed, to look at his small friend, "Yeah, why?"

"Well you've been sitting around all day doing nothing beside sulk in... whatever this is."

"This just so happens to be something that helps me think, thank you very much."

Pidge rose a brow in vexation as he watched his friend turn back to face the nothingness that was the wall. A small sigh escaped him.

"What are you thinking about then?" Pidge perked.

Lance opened his mouth as to say something, but quickly shut it with a shake of a head, "Nothing."

A small "Hmph." left Pidge as he nodded slowly. The hand resting below their chin opened in defeat.

"Well," Pidge brushed himself off, "I guess I'll just leave you alone then."

With a shrug, Pidge quickly undone themselves from the floor. As he made his way to the door, Lance finally spoke up.

"It's just that," He shut his eyes tight, "I feel like (Y/N) doesn't even notice that I'm here, right in front of them."

Pidge quickly made his way back to spot next to Lance, ears open.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" Pidge inquired. A small twinkle glimmered in his eyes.

Lance flushed at the question, throwing a hand over his eyes to cover the now sneering face that sat beside him.

Lance groaned at Pidge's small chuckles, "No way," He held his stomach, "You're crushing on (Y/N)!"

"Shut up! If you're just going to laugh at me, then you can just leave." Lance wallowed.

While in his high state of euphoria, Pidge looked down to see Lance frowning at the wall. His face was still heated, but he seemed genuinely bothered.

Pidge quickly stopped his laughing and realized how badly Lance adored (Y/N).

"Dang, it's that bad, huh?" Pidge couldn't help but frown.

"Yes, it's that bad. I even bought them a guitar." He said softly, defeated.

Pidge lingered on this sudden revelation of Lance's feelings. He was deducing the multiple ways Lance could possibly pronounce his adoration for you.

"Hmm... Have you tried talking to them? Or giving them the guitar?"

Lance through his arms in the air in sudden frustration.

"Of course! But they never have time for me. They're always busy hanging out with Keith." He cried, jealousy searing through his veins.

"Well," Pidge tapped his chin in concentration, "Maybe Keith is doing something you're not...?"

Grabbing his attention, Lance threw his legs off the wall to sit in front of Pidge. He tucked his head in between the palms of his hands.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Keith and (Y/N) seem to be close friends,"

"Yeah, too close." Lance snarled.

"Then maybe you should try to start to become close friends with (Y/N) first, and then let things fall into place." He shrugged.