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

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One word: SHIPS.

Sunday, September 9th:

The homework Lance had gotten was hard.
Not even to Pidge's extent, he was forced to use a calculator. The raindrops beat against the the window, and Lance just listened.
His phone rang from the other side of the room. He groaned, looking at the caller.

"What's up, Keith?" Lance threw his textbook on the floor, already ripping the pages previously. "Hey. Are you okay? I haven't gotten a text since Friday. You want me to come over?" Keith sounded concerned, the paranoid type of concerned. "I'm — I don't know. Can you come over, if it isn't any . . uh, trouble." Lance sheepishly requested.

Keith smiled from the other end of the phone.
The line ended as Lance paced around his room aimlessly. Homework was due tomorrow. Maybe he and Keith could work on it together?
Lance had no idea what would happen, but he felt like just . . . crying. Just crying. As if crying made everything better.

Hunk served one of his first orders that day at the café. Pidge sat in a chair behind the desk, completing her homework as quickly as she could. "Don't rush it, Pidge. You won't get right if you rush everything." Hunk suggested.
"Says who? I rushed everything for the past three years, Hunk. I can do it this year also." Pidge frustratedly back answered.

"Okay—I was just saying." Hunk smiled at the aggravated girl. "Sorry Hunk. I'm so damn stressed with this shit." He crouched her head into her knees. "You're going to be fine. Maybe you should tone it down from the extra classes." Hunk gave her a peanut butter cookie wrapped in those plastic bags. "You think?" She genuinely asked. He nodded, the bell in the shop ringing again.

"Bonjour, Hunk!" Romelle sweetly entered the shop alongside her best friend, Allura. Hunk shot a little glare at Pidge before smiling at the two girls. "Two iced teas, and a chocolate chip please." Romelle rested her chin on the counter. "So, you girls headed somewhere?" Hunk asked, stirring some flavoring into the ice tea. "Yeah, mall actually. Pidge, you want to come along?" Allura offered.

Pidge looked up, only to force a smile.
"I'm sorry, but I have some homework to finish up. Reschedule?" Pidge politely declined.
Allura nodded. "I totally understand." Romelle handed the iced tea to her friend, collecting her cookie. "It's on the house. You are one of my many favorite friends, Romelle." Hunk waved, hurrying them out the shop.

He looked to Pidge for a grateful smile, though that's what he expected. He just accepted the exasperated sigh she let out.

"Thanks for doing homework with me. I couldn't handle this by myself." Rachel sheepishly laughed. Matt side smiled, looking down at his book. In the past week, his feelings for Rachel intensified. Spending the whole day with her for seven or five days a week wasn't helping. He just felt the needed to kiss her every time he laid eyes on her. That wasn't happening anytime soon.

"Are you okay, Matt? You seem so distant lately. . ." No, I'm not okay. Every time I see you I want to pin you to a wall and kiss you— "I'm fine. Just tired, is all." Matt fibbed.
"I can see through your lies, Holt." She pointed at him from across the room. "I'm not lying, I swear." Once again, he lied.

Rachel stood, walking over to the bed, where he sat. "Matt." She held his chin. "Don't lie. Please." She scanned his face. Her eyes dreaded with the possibility that Matt was unhappy or annoyed with her. She'd always feared that. "I'm sorry," he turned away, his face flying in front of his face. His heart race increased. One more second with that beautiful face in front of him, and he'd loose it.

"Matt!" Rachel cried. "What's up with you?" Her hands rested on her lap. "I don't know how to do it Rachel. I don't understand how other people do it." Matt partially admitted. "Do what?" Rachel apprehensively asked.
"Not Love You! You're so perfect, Rachel. How do people now see that?" That was the limit. He had spill.

"I—Matt, I doubt that anybody is perfect. But thank you for the compliment." She still didn't understand.

"I like you, Rachel Serrano. Can't you see?" Matt hung his head. Rachel's jaw slightly fell open. She smiled, and blushed as deep as rose red. Matt stared at his notebook, his face instantly heating up. "I couldn't see actually." She chuckled. "But I do now. And. . . I've had the same feelings." She subsequently gazed at his frowning face.

"What?" Matt silently gasped. She smiled, aiming for his lips. And so she did. Rachel beat Matt to what he wanted to do for a while now. Matt's heart lurched extremely, his mind and soul so happy. The last time he'd been this happy is when his sister was born. Their lips touched for a few seconds, then unfortunately drifted apart.

"It isn't that easy, Matt." She giggled.
"With you former boyfriend and all. We could just disregard everything." Matt felt as if his fantasy was fulfilled. "Are you kidding? I may not be ready to date somebody yet, but at least I'm not throwing it out the window." She caressed his face gently. "I'd never disregard you." Rachel's face went red as she realized what she had said. So did Matt's. You could only imagine how homework would be like from now on.

...
Lance's doorbell rang, he and Rachel were walls apart. He only heard mumbling for half the conversation between her and Matt, though. Lance ran down the wooden steps.
"Hey. Come in." Lance frowned, putting on a friendly tone. "Hey." Keith smiled.

Lance was debating whether he should cry in front of Keith or not. It would be his fifth time crying this week, so why not. Keith's backpack was the size of a water tank, huge. Lance opened his room door to a blue room. "Nice room," Keith set his bag down on the ground.
Though his room was an actual hell hole.
Books and papers scattered on the floor, writing on the walls, a saddened boy. You would think that Lance was mentally ill.

"You know, Keith. Have you found the work easy?" Lance asked, blinking. "No. Not at all. I hate school and all it's works. And the people there too." He muttered. Lance nodded. "Same here." He teared up for no apparent reason.
"Get a grip, McClain." He curses under his breath. Keith's expression became tense as he heard Lance say what he did. 'Get a grip' isn't something you'd say to yourself. Well, Keith shouldn't be talking.

"Are you okay?" Keith asked, looking at Lance's messy hair. Lance's heart ached. He cared. His friend cared. Keith cared.

Lance sighed dreadfully.

"Honestly, I dont know." He deadpanned.

// Hello! I wrote this so quickly, sorry if it's rushed! Anyways, this is a short note. I have a head cold and I feel like shit. So. I love you all. Kisses, Rena and Madelyn [wrote the kissy part ;) ] <3 //