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

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"Keith denied Arbor!?" Hunk slammed his hands on the table rather loudly. Pidge nodded frantically. "Yes!" She screeched, repeating her sentence from before. "But Arbor's like the best school in Canada!" Hunk kicked his feet back bitterly, folding his arms. Pidge sighed, cupping her own chin.

"Don't go all sour on me, Mr.Sunshine." She smiled, the bell ringing quietly. Hunk and Pidge awaited Allura and Lance. "Hey," Allura waved. "I better get going back to Lotor's place. I'll see you guys around." Allura immediately exited the gawky situation. "Bye!" She rushed out in a panicked manner. Lance waved goodbye, guiltily avoiding eye contact with Pidge and Hunk.

Lance inhaled longingly, then suddenly kneeled in front on Pidge, intertwining his fingers. "Please, please don't be mad at me! I kissed Allura, I'm sorry!" He pleaded for her mercy, rather dramatically, but Pidge only chuckled. "It's fine, just get up. In your defense, its your life, your decisions. Not mine." Pidge shrugged, Lance pulling another chair up to the table.

"Are you sure?" Lance asked finally, and Pidge nodded. "Yes." She replied. Hunk whistled absentmindedly, waiting for the topic to reoccur. "Did you hear, Keith denied Arbor once!" Hunk impatiently brought up. Pidge smiled in realization, Lance's eyebrows shooting up. "Like...Keith, Keith? Like Lotor type of Keith?" Lance doubted. "Yes!" The two other friends said simultaneously.

"What a waste," Lance flapped his lips.
"And guess what, he's going to join us at Tulsa! Our school, Tulsa, which is further away from here than Arbor is." Pidge reminded, throwing her head back. "Wait, how do you know all of this?" Lance tilted his head in confusion.

"Well, Uh, I kinda saw you and Allura kiss. Then, I went to some random Starbucks shop and met him there. He asked for you, and how you were doing." Pidge crouched down in guilt and a type of sad mood. Lance paused, his face clearly stating that he was debating something.
He sighed, looking at Hunk. "Did you know?" He plainly asked, kind of figuring that he did.
"Yup."

"I figured."

—— Next Sunday, September 2nd ——

"Why do we have to go to Michaels? Can't we just go to staples?" Pidge trudged into the craft store, along with her two friends. "We need art supplies. I'm not going to staples for art supplies!" Lance argued, pulling out a shopping cart from the long row. Hunk flipped another page from the lengthy  supply list that was required in senior year.

"It says that we need— holy crap. We have a bug list of things to get for art this year." Hunk retorted to handing Pidge multiple stapled papers. "We can just use the ones from least year." Pidge scanned the paper, following Lance forward into one of the many aisles.
"We can't, it has a specific type of paint. It's called 'Blick.' I think." Hunk leaned closer to Pidge's Head, trying to read if he was correct or not. "Pidge, stop trying to get out of this. It's no use, we're already here." Lance rolled his eyes, jumping on the metal bar on the bottom of the shopping cart.

"I hate school shopping. I want to go to staples and get a new geometry set." Pidge crossed her arms, handing Hunk the papers. Lance strolled through the aisle, dumping random items into the cart. For having a short panic attack just the day before, he was doing pretty alright.
Oh, right. Lance had a very brief, minor panic attack on Saturday, September 1st.

Mainly about the fact that school was starting, and college was near. Dealing with his Uncle Samuel would be a pain in the ass, because he wanted to apply early and buy a dorm. The fact that he would have to see Allura's face around school and possibly around Arbor. The fact he would have to see Lotor's face around school.
The constant feeling of guilt would always remain for kissing a close friend's girlfriend or crush, or whatever Lotor and Allura had.

Seeing Romelle again, after conceivably being abused by Lotor or whom she was dating at the time. Her happy face would now appear as a cover for her depression. And Lotor's face would now be a mask for who he really is.     No, no, Lance was overthinking this. Maybe she wasn't abused and that was Allura's cover story. But, why would Allura lie when it was unnecessary? This was too confusing, thankfully Hunk showed up with some cookies after Rachel called.

Okay, back to the present day. Pidge's phone rang in her back pocket, the harp ringtone that she liked. 'Garbage Boy Stink Man' also known as Matt, was the one who was calling his sister.
"Hello? What do you want, loser?" Pidge asked, Hunk looking at her like she was going mad.
"Pidge, it's dad. Come home, now." Matt desperately spoke on the other side of the phone. "Huh, dad? Wait, is he okay?" Pidge's voice concern was enough to make Lance's head turn back.

Hunk looked down at the frantic girl, he saw how her head was scrambling. "He is, he's fine. Perfectly fine, but you should get home to see this. I-I don't want to tell you over the phone.." Matt gasped lowly at what sounded like shattering. Pidge's jaw clenched, hanging up the phone abruptly. "I gotta go, it's my dad. Something's happing at my house, I have no idea what's going on." She ran for the door, Hunk going after her. Lance sprinted off, leaving the cart in its place.

Hunk, being the driver this time, unlocked the car. The all hurried inside, not knowing if this situation was urgent or not, but it seemed that way. Hunk drove off, Lance getting in the back seat at the last second. He was probably going over the speed limit, but none of them could care less. The red lights put a strain on some imaginary time limit, and with each minute that the red lighting remained, they all grew more fretful.

They passed than 110 Quadric Lane, they passed the café and confectionary. They passed the passport office, they passed the unholy Starbucks. They passed the Dollar Tree, they passed the huge deli. Then, they finally passed 121 Garden Way.

They finally reached Pidge's house.

// Oof, Ive been a horrible author, haven't I?
My apologies for not updating sooner. School keeps me busy and I really didn't have time over the weekend. This chapter took me three full days to write. But anyways, thank you to all of my readers and supports. Kisses, Rena<3 //