Plance Crack

Oneshot #3

The ride to Hunk's house was all but quiet.  "It is Wednesday, my dudes..."

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

For the past half hour, Lance and Pidge had been having an unspoken contest to see who could quote the most vines.  So far, Pidge was in the lead.  "Can you two please shut up already," Keith grumbled from the passenger seat as he put his earbuds in. 

Lance laughed from behind the steering wheel and glanced at Pidge in the backseat.  "What are you looking at?"

"You," he replied coolly as he averted his eyes back to the road.  It was a good thing too because she was now a slightly blushing mess.  She was brought back to the world by Lance clearing his throat.  "Roadwork ahead?  Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does."

Pidge couldn't help but laugh.  That was one of her favorite vines.  However, this also meant that they were tied, which could not happen.  She pondered for a moment, trying to think one that they hadn't done yet, if there were any left.  Then it hit her.  "What the Fock, Richard?"

"Oh my god, Pidge!"

"Ugh!"  The two were interrupted by Keith groaning in annoyance and turning up the volume on his phone.  The entire car was now silent except for the faint tune of I Write Sins Not Tragedies. 

"Oh hey, we're here."

"Finally," Keith sighed and ran into Hunk's house in an effort to get away from them and their vines.

Lance was about to take the opportunity to tie the score, but Pidge had the same idea: "Why are you running?  Why are you running?"

Keith could still here them laughing at each other after he shut the door behind him.  "Hey, Hunk," he said as he flopped onto a stool in the kitchen.

"What are they doing this time," Hunk asked while searching through the fridge. 

"Quoting vines."

"Again?  They do this, like, every time you guys come visit me," he replied as he sat the ingredients for tonight's dinner on the counter.  "I wish they'd just quit pining over each other and say something already."

"Tell me about it," Keith mumbled as Lance and Pidge finally entered the kitchen.  "Wait, wait, wait," Pidge stopped as she put a hand on Lance's arm in order to keep herself from falling onto the floor.  This didn't go unnoticed by Lance and his face flushed a little darker than it already was.

Pidge sighed as she let go of Lance, now able to stand on her own, and joined the others at the counter.  She could've sworn she saw a hint of disappointment on his face for a split second, but ignored it when he busted out another vine: "Hi, my name's Micheal with a b and I've been afraid of insects my entire life."

Pidge cupped a hand over her mouth and held onto the counter for dear life.  Keith and Hunk rolled their eyes as they knew she was in no condition to finish it for him and they would have to instead.  "Where's the bee," Hunk said in a monotone voice.

"There's a bee?!"

At this point, Pidge completely lost it and landed on her knees as she tried to breathe.  Lance stayed where he was and he wiped a tear from his eye.  Hunk smiled and shook his head, turning his attention back to his cooking.  He would never admit it but he actually loved vines too.

Once she recollected herself, Pidge found a magazine on the counter and flipped through the pages absentmindedly.  "Where's Shiro and Allura?"

"Oh they couldn't make it.  He said something about free movie tickets," Hunk spoke over his shoulder.