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

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Lance woke up next to Hunk on the floor of Pidge's bedroom. Matt slept in the chair, his limbs flying all over the place. Sam, Pidge and Matt's father, rode off to work earlier. He didn't even wait up to see Pidge. Lance opened his eyes, his head pouring severely. "Ouch." He grunted, trying to move his legs. They hurt, real bad. Hunk snores loudly, and Pidge was already sitting up on her bed.

"Morning, Lance." She looked over, her dark eye bags showing clearly. "Morning," Lance deeply blinked. "What happened?" Lance hadn't remembered anything after seeing Keith and multiple cups. That was his last memory of last night. "You got drunk, that's a summary." Pidge shrugged, the weight on her shoulders extremely tight. "Did I vomit?" Lance asked, peering down the hall.

"Nah, just a lot of burping. You fell asleep on the kitchen counter. Matt and Hunk had to bring you up here." Pidge answered, forgetting to state something. "Oh, and my dad isn't home, feel free to make all the noise you want. As long as you don't wake Matt, he'll scratch your eyes out. Trust me, I know from experience. Hence, the glasses." Pidge added, pointing to her rounded accessory.

Lance impatiently nodded. "Yeah, I know, I know. I was there." Lance looked up and down the halls, then back into Pidge's green room.
"Whatever.." he rolled his eyes, his tooth brush now in his hands. The rooms were neon colored, and had lots of decor. Matt's former room was the color badge, had a clothing rack in the left side of the room, and a 'Nirvana' poster hung up somewhere. Lance had seen this familiar room too many times.

He walked right past it, stopping at Colleen's room. A beautiful Sakura color, with a little bit of a melon to hint. The gray fairy lights still hung from the ceiling, and the closet was still that neon hot pink. Pidge's mother left, and there was nothing Lance or Hunk could do to help. Pidge was venerable at the time, and Matt had seen it coming. It wasn't the best idea to fatigue the both of them about the situation.
Sam's room was locked, of course. He was a secretive man. Hid many things, and never like Lance for whatever reason. Lance finally reached the restroom, finally.

The alarm rung as loud as a police siren, and Matt blinked in his sleep. Hunk and Matt unfortunately did have to work that day.
Matt took it as a sign to wake the hell up, and shake Hunk awake while he was at it. The sunlight shined through Pidge's bedroom window, her telling her brother good morning. Pidge's phone rang as she did, and behold the infamous Lotor was the one calling. Pidge sighed tiredly.

"Good morning, Pidge speaking. How may I help you, sir?" She smiled, and Lotor was heard nervously giggling from the other side of the phone. "Hey Pidge, you able to meet at the café today? Don't bring Lance, distract him. I need to speak with you." He requested, and Pidge nodded. "Sure thing, but ... why exactly am I meeting you? We saw each other yesterday." Pidge ignorantly grunted. She and Lance planned on chilling at the café, watching season 12 of 'Criminal Minds', or jamming to Ariana Grande's new album, sweetener.
That apparently wasn't happening, depending on what time her and Lotor finished the talk.

"It's a -um- surprise, I figure." Lotor didn't even know the answer to his own question.
Matt shrugged at her, gesturing for her to tell him what had happened. Lance returned tiredly, Hunk making his move to sneak into the bathroom. "Alright," Pidge hung up in a very panicky manner. "What's up?" Matt asked,
taking a shirt off it's hanger. "Uh," Pidge scratched her head, Lance changing his previous night's clothes to new regular ones right in front of her. Pidge tried to mouth the words to Matt, but obviously he didn't understand.

"Um, it's nothing." She showed him the contact, and Matt rolled his eyes.
"We better get going." Lance pursed his smooth lips inward, crossing his arms.
"About that, how about you and, uh- Allura go shopping today?" Pidge smiled faintly.
Lance's face immediately twisted up.
"I thought we were gonna chill with Hunk and Matt today?" Lance said as a question.

"She asked, and I think you should go." Pidge shrugged, and Lance's nose crinkled. "Don't you hate Allura? Why would you answer her call?" Lance insisted. Pidge frustratedly exhaled, looking directly in Lance's direction.
"Please?" Pidge tried, and Lance nodded.
"Sure, Whatever. We could just do our project another day." Lance lowered his head.

Matt saluted right behind him, saying he was out. "Thanks, Lance. I wanted to hang with Lotor today, alone." Pidge admitted, looking out the window. Lance could be heard inhaling longingly, his eyebrows raised. The sigh was finally let out, nodding while pursing his lips inward. "Right," He picked his bag up from the floor, swinging on his right shoulder.

Pidge hurried to call Allura, asking her for a big favor. Hunk booted back in, passing Lance on the return. Pidge was still unexpectedly on the phone. "Hey, Allura. I need a big favor. Would-yeah, Lotor told you already? Alright-okay. Thanks." Pidge hastily hung up. Hunk pulled over his cloth jacket, folding his arms.
"What are you doing now?" He asked, peering down at her phone.

"Lotor wants to meet. We should go," Pidge stepped off the bed, that was surprisingly low to the ground. Her blue-jean jumper was dangling from the top of the closet, along with the white alien shirt to wear with it.
Hunk nibbled on his bottom lip, gushing over her struggle to get it. "Here," he helped out, stringing it down. "Thanks." She smiled softly.
Hunk slowly nodded, "Yeah, n-no problem." He rushed himself out of the room.

At the café, Allura and Lotor waited patiently for their friends to show up. The shop wasn't officially open, people passing by to see if was.
The bell rang, Matt strutted in with Lance behind him. They'd left without Pidge and Hunk for different reasons. "Lance, Matt." Allura smiled as she pulled Lance into a hug, winking at Lotor behind his back.

Matt flipped the sign, waving at both of them. Lance exchanged a gaze of jealousy with Lotor.

"Lotor,"

"Lance,"

Allura fitted her hand in Lance's, blowing kisses to Lotor and Matt both. "We'll be on our merry way, now. I'll see you later, Lotor. Bye Hotshot!" She called out, dragging Lance out behind her. The heat rays immediately reflected onto them, the pavement hot like fire.
Lance uncomfortably loosed Allura's hand.
This would be interesting.

// Hello my beauties, I am so sorry that I promised I would update yesterday, I forgot I had school. Anyways, I'm uploading today, so I hope all is okay. Kisses, Rena! <3 //