"Leave me alone, Lance." You say as you go into your room. The flirtatious male stands in the doorway and leans against the wall, watching you. "Go away!" You yell as you throw a book at him, quickly turning to hide the fact that your eyes were filling with tears. The boy ducked as the book went soaring over his head. "Come on, just give me a chance!" He begged, staring at your back and noting how your shoulders were shaking slightly. "Why should I? You flirt with everyone, how am I any different?" You throw a stuffed animal at him, watching as he caught it. You didn't turn around this time, allowing him to see your tear stained face. "Because I care about you." Lance pleaded and took a few steps into the room, letting the door slide shut. He set the stuffed animal, a (Favorite animal), on the bed and sat down. "Bullshit." You snorted and stood across the room from him. He simply sighed and placed his head on his hands, his elbows on his knees. "How can I prove to you that I'm serious about how I feel for you?" He asked as he watched you take a seat in your desk chair.
"Simple. You can't because you aren't serious about it. You're a flirt, Lance. You always will be." You shook your head. Lance had been flirting with you non-stop and had even asked you out, to which you said no and stormed off into your room. He had followed you and was trying to convince you to change your mind. Did you like him? Hell yes. You had a major crush on him. Did you trust him? Not one bit. He has always been a flirt and has asked out anything that moves. "What if I stop flirting, then? Would you give me a chance?" He asked and lifted his head from his hands. "I'll tell you what, if you last two weeks without flirting with anyone, I will reconsider." You said and stood, walking towards the door. Lance stood and nodded. "I'll prove to you that I'm serious about wanting to date you." He said and walked out the door, pausing for a mere second to pick up the book you had previously thrown at him and handed it to you.
"Will I see you tomorrow?" He asked as he stared into your (E/C) eyes. "I suppose so. We do live on the same ship, after all." You sighed softly and held the book in your arms. "Ah... Right... I forgot about that." Lance blushed and scratched the back of his head. "Well, good night (Y/N), I hope you have sweet dreams." He said as he walked off down the hallway, waving slightly. "Good night, Lance" You let the door slide shut and changed into your (F/C) pajamas before climbing into bed and falling asleep.
~Time Skip~
You couldn't believe it. He actually made it the two weeks. He was serious about being with you. You made your way through the corridor in silence before coming to a stop outside Lance's door. You hesitate before raising your fist and knocking lightly. You hear a thump and a groan and laugh softly, assuming Lance fell out of his bed. The door slides open to reveal a tired looking Lance. You raise your hand in a slight wave, a nervous feeling settling in your stomach.
Lance's eyes light up at seeing you, since you had been in your room all day. "(Y/N)! I wasn't expecting to see you today." He grinned. "You made it through the two weeks, Lance. You would not believe how happy that makes me." You blush slightly and rub your arm, a nervous habit you had developed back on Earth. "I told you already, I'm serious about how I feel for you. Can... Is it alright if I hug you?" He asked with a slight blush. You give a simple nod and find yourself pressed flush against him within a split second, your breath hitching in your throat for a second before you wrap your arms around Lance's abdomen. You lay your head against his shoulder and smile softly. "You're warm." Lance sighs peacefully and tightened his arms around you, not tight enough to hurt but just enough to where you felt safe. "I've reconsidered my answer to your question from before." You say softly, closing your eyes. "Does that mean...?" Lance trailed off and looked at your face, tracing the features with his eyes. "The answer is different now. Yes, I will go out with you but please, don't flirt with anyone else." You peeked an eye open and caught him staring, making him blush. "I wouldn't dream of it." He stated in a serious tone and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
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