Bubble Tea {Klance, Adashi, Machel, Hidge/Punk!} [Voltron Fanfiction] (COMPLETE)

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"Wait, hold on, so what do we have to do?" Lotor leaned forward, holding his head. This was too much complicated information for his brain to process. Lance groaned loudly, and Hunk looked over to see if he needed help. The were once again at the café, but it was the next day, at 12:12 p.m.

Lotor was always a good friend to Allura and the others, yet he wasn't that close. Lance sighed sharply, pursing his lips. "I'm going to tell you one more time." Lance's patience was running out. "We need to apply for Arbor early. The spots might be taken up if we don't. Now text Allura and tell her." Lance explained briefly, and Lotor finally understood.

"Ah, I see." He held his phone in his hand, finding Allura's contact quickly. Lance hastily got off the chair, making his way over to Hunk.
"Oh gosh, why couldn't you talk to him?" Lance rested his chin of his hand as his eyebrows knitted. "First of all, I'm working. Second of all, he owns the shop. I'm supposed to talk to my boss? A-W-K-W-A-R-D. Awkward!" Hunk went back to focusing on Lotor's birthday cupcakes.

"Still working on those things?" Matt said, holding a tray full of fresh and plain cupcakes on them. "Of course. Allura is really picky, you know." Hunk licked his lips, sighed, and got back to work. "Hey Matt, where's Pidge? I haven't talked to her since I went home yesterday." Lance worked his way around the counter. "Sorry man, haven't talked to her either." Matt shrugged, advancing back int the kitchen.

Lance bit his tongue absentmindedly, dreadfully walking back over to Lotor.
"Hey, she said that she'll apply for all of us right now." Lotor charmingly flashed a smile.
"That's great." Lance sarcastically slouched.
"What's wrong, baby blue? You look bothered." Lotor raised an unsure eyebrow.

"I told you not to call me that, and I'm just wondering where Pidge went." Lance saw the smug expression on Lotor's face.
"Do you know where she is?" Lance leered, biting the inside of his cheek. Lotor nodded.
"She went out with somebody." Lotor grinned widely. "Like a date?!" Lance's nostrils flared.
"No, stupid. Shiro's too gay for that." Lotor stifled a chuckle. Lance held his chest, dramatically breathing.

"You almost gave me a heart attack." Lance rolled his diluted eyes. "Yeah, whatever." Lotor said, scrolling through Instagram casually.
His expression changed almost instantly, from neutral to absolute confusion. "You and that girl Nyma broke up? Since when?" He looked up, phone still his hand.

"Wait, where'd you hear that from. It's true, but who told you-" Lotor turned his phone around, showing an unliked picture of Nyma and his guy who looked like he was on drugs.
"Maybe that's a friend." Lance hoped.
Lotor gave a blank face. "Yeah, because friends write stuff like 'Out with the hubby' as their caption." He raised both brows.

"It's not like I care anyway!" Lance suddenly went red, slumping back into the chair.
Lotor softly sighed, resting his phone down on the table. "I know you do. There isn't any point in lying to me." He began, trying to put his words into what he actually meant.
"Take it from me, don't try to make her jealous. It can backfire, really fucking badly. And do not text her under any circumstances. You will look for any little hint of her liking you. You'll just get more obsessed with the thought of getting her back." Lotor sympathetically smiled.

Lance stared for awhile, then laughed. Lotor knitted his eyebrows "What?" He defensively asked. "I didn't think you were the type to actually want to help people, especially me."
Lance's cheeks turned pink. Lotor obviously noticed, which made his blood rush to his face also. "W-Why not?" He questioned obliviously.
Lance's mouth curved into a cute smile.
"You just seem like you would only make situations worse." Lance clicked his tongue.

Lotor's mouth fell open. "No, I do not-" Lance was on his way to Hunk, who was secretly watching them. "Talk later?" Lance tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowing. "Sure." Lotor sighed, then smiled. "Bye," Lotor waved.
Lance waved back, and Lotor was out the door.
Damn. Was that awkward or what?