Red

7

Birthday boy uwu

Lance wakes up early on his birthday to his phone chiming loudly. He groans and turns over, shoving his face into his pillow. Upon the sound not stopping he throws his pillow and sits up.

>>>Keith>>>

K: i wanted to be the first person to tell you happy birthday even though we haven't known each other long
im really glad kat- pidge, god
i don't think ill ever get used to that anyways im glad they introduced me to you im surprised i could even slightly open up to you
so far you're an amazing person and you have so much unspoken potential
you'll be great one day

L: holy shit
thank you
this is the sweetest thing ever

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Lance actually tears up, sniffling, a big smile on his face as a couple tears rolls down his face. Keith was actually really nice under his persona of stabbing.

>>>Hunk>>>

H: i better be the first fucking person to text you
oh god

happy birthday lance, its been almost 2 years? since we met and im so glad we did if we never would've bonded over zoo pals and shit on omegle then where would i be??
you're such a nice person and you put everyone before yourself
y

ou make me laugh and you compliment my food even if you can't taste it
youre my best friend and i never wanna lose you lance

L: hHDHDHHSDH HUNK.
YOU CURSED
BAD
BUT THANK YOU ILYSM BB

>>>Pidge>>>

P: don't think i don't see you making keith happy
you better keep doin it
oh btw
⠀      ⠀(\____/)
           (•(ㅅ)•)      happy birthday 
　＿ノ ヽ ノ＼＿i love you   
'/　'/ ⌒Ｙ⌒ Ｙ　ヽ  don't die ever
( 　(三ヽ人　 /　　 |
|　ﾉ⌒＼ ￣￣ヽ　 ノ
ヽ＿＿＿＞､＿＿_／
　　 ｜( 王 ﾉ〈
　　 /ﾐ'ー―彡\
　　/  ╰    ╯   \

L: pidge
that is the single most horrifying and most sweet thing you've ever sent
thank you
i'll cherish it forever

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Lance cried easily so that's what had him on his bed sobbing over his friends being so nice. He didn't understand what he did to deserve them.

He sits there a few more minutes just reading over them, making himself cry more. He finally sets down his phone and gets out bed.  Maybe he'd survive this day.

He searches through his clothes, grabbing a pair of blue jeans and his blue and white baseball tee that Marco had given him. He grabs underwear and sadly a bra, his binder still hadn't come in.

Lance yawns and heads to his bathroom. Stripping from his pajamas, he starts the shower, letting the water warm up as he hums softly.

He spends about an hour in there, just letting the hot water scorch his skin. To let the bathroom air fill with thick steam. He sits under the stream of water with his eyes closed.

When he's finished washing up he turns off the water and grabs his towel. He wraps it around himself and steps out of the tub.
He wipes his hand against the mirror, staring at the long brunette hair cascading down his back. The wet locks sticking to his skin.

Maybe Marco would cut his hair for him? Or he could do it himself. He imagines it, short hair, flat chest, broader shoulders. He wished he was happy and looked good.