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

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Hey!! You know who's gonna hook up soon ;) ;) just kidding, 'Machel' is pure haha. But I was sure to implement more Hidge/Punk in this chapter.
Kisses, Rena <3

You live around here?" Lance asked, acting completely platonic. Keith and Lance walked side by side up 123 Garden Way, two blocks away from Lance's house. "Yeah, actually. I live 112 Quadric, Shiro's my neighbor. I've seen you guys before, but I figured you were just Shiro's close friends." Keith rubbed the side of his arm, walking at a slow pace.

"Oh," Lance mumbled. He zoned out for a few seconds. He sure hoped that Shiro was doing alright after the family emergency. He hadn't arrived back to Altea yet, and his classes start on Wednesday. "I find you often drifting off into space. Why is that?" Keith observed the boy that sauntered along beside him. The other teen laughed. "Believe it or not, I have an answer." Lance genuinely did have an answer. Ever since Shiro asked this. . . a year ago.

"I-I zone out because this world sucks, and sometimes I like to think about fantasies. My fantasies." Lance admitted. Keith nodded, looking at ground. "What's your biggest fantasy, then?" Keith smiled and looked up to a shade of blue, a wave of desire in Lance's face.
"Nowadays, I only can see the good in people. But also, I can't believe what a piece of bad luck I am. My major fantasy is for all my insecurities to wash away in one of the rivers." Lance sighed, to meet a smiling Keith.

"Why the river, and not the ocean? It's much bigger." He curiously questioned. Lance chuckled. "The ocean has washed away many things: items, insecurities, people. It's too flooded with harsh things. Even though I hate my insecurities, I don't want them to be swallowed right away. I want to watch them float away in a calm river." Lance answered, getting a surprised expression from Keith.

"Lance, you should be a poet." They both laughed as they approached Pidge's house.
"Today was—nice. I hope I see you around school, Lance." Keith smiled and waved, walking in the other direction. It was now five o'clock. Lance and Keith has talked to each other for five hours on end.

Matt and Hunk closed shop early, currently on their way back from the café. Pidge stopped at the confectionary to pick up diverse pastries for the sleepover that night. Lance walked two houses over to his house to retrieve his sleep ware and uniform for tomorrow.
He opened the door to a quiet house, only Rachel and Veronica sat there with Isabella.
"Uncle Lance!" Isabella hopped out of her seat joyfully. "Hey, Bella." He lifted the five-year old up into his arms.

"About time you come home." Veronica rolled her eyes at her brother spitefully. "Why do you care if I'm home or not anyway, Ronnie?" Lance art his niece back on the couch.
"Mama's been making me do all the work while the twins of the house hold get to run of to the Holt household." She envied. "Um, I don't see Sofía and Mateo running off to Pidge's house." Rachel smartly answered, her brown locks hanging off the sofa.

"Don't get all agile with me, Rachel." Veronica set out to the dining table. Luis exited his room, very annoyed. "Will you three stop your bickering already? Veronica, the twins are allowed to do what they want, they're young adults." Luis slammed the door after scolding his younger sister. "Are we really twins?" Lance muttered to himself while making his way upstairs.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Veronica. We're going to sleepover by Pidge's house." Rachel picked up her school bag from the floor, waiting for her brother to come downstairs.

...

Laptops. Lots of Laptops. All of them had completely forgotten about their summer assignments after all that happened. The party, the psychopath of a father. Lance sat on the floor, hiding under a blanket with a blank screen. He groaned, alarming Pidge and Hunk, who laid beside him. Pidge was laying on her stomach, sipping her bare coffee grounds and hot water. Hunk sat criss-crossed, occasionally stealing Pidge's coffee.

Matt and Rachel took the bed, Rachel quickly typing away. Matt watched her, very fascinated. "What are you doing for your project again?" Matt rested his chin on her shoulder. "Senate Bill 102." She answered, stretching her hands back and fourth.
"How about you?" Rachel sneaked some green tea in, all though Pidge gave her a whole presentation on how it isn't good for your brain cells, nor the baby. "Some thing on the Boston Massacre." Matt flopped on the bed.

Hunk had no idea what to write. It was the Industrial Revolution, how would he write anything about that. He didn't want to copy anything from the textbook, yet he didn't want to make up a whole bunch of gibberish either.
"Ugh. Pidge, would you help a friend out?"
Hunk whined continuously. Pidge looked up from her designed computer, with about paragraphs written already. "Yes?" She bitterly answered. Lance peered out from a hole in the blanket. He sighed, taking his laptop.
"I'll be back." Lance stepped out.

Matt and Rachel exchanged looks, while Hunk and Pidge didn't pay much mind to it. "What are you doing a report on?" Hunk asked, tapping her shoulder. "Uh, Native American tribes." Pidge tilted the computer his way.
Hunk groaned again, tugging on her sleep ware. "Please help me! I'll make you peanut butter cookies tomorrow!" His wisps of hair fell
In front of his face. Pidge debated with herself.
"Fine!"

...

The FaceTime call rang as Lance anxiously tapped his foot, sitting in Colleen's old room.
"Hello?" Keith questioned from the other side of the phone. "Keith! Hey, it's Lance." Lance smiled, softly speaking. "I can tell." He plainly responded. "What are you doing?" Lance asked , laying on his stomach.

Keith hummed, now showing his face. "Last minute summer report." Keith cringed.
"Oh, same." Lance giggled, making Keith blush and smile. "I'm not very excited for tomorrow." Keith dully stated as he hastily typed on the computer. "Me either, but the chances of you being in my classes lightens the whole entire mood." Lance smiled, somewhat being flirtatious.

Keith blushed a deep red. "Uh, Yeah." Lance laughed at Keith's flustered state.

// I've decided to still put these bottom notes.
I hope you enjoyed this Klance filled chapter!
Kisses, Rena and her friends [ Madelyn and Rosemary ] the ones who wrote the poetry part <3