Holt on

Don't you wish your boyfriend was hot like me.

A reflection on past events,

I still didn't like this place.

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As we walked through the halls after being thoroughly tested, of which I proudly can say I did not throw up once on it......but twice.

I got put as a cargo pilot.

This place was like a mini Nasa, I thought shivering, disgusting.

At least Pidge was doing  better than he did at the last school.

I was pulled out of my thoughts as, he himself grabbed my hand and raced me towards the lists. Think of the devil and he grabs you.

As we walked forward I heard a boy yell in confusion,"Pidge Gunderson? Who the hell is Pidge Gunderson?!" 

"Why is Pidge Gunderson." I mused , as Pidge shoved my shoulder and walked towards them preparing to adjust his glasses. 

"That's me." Pidge said letting out that anime lens flare I really enjoyed seeing. 

Before the boy could reply,which we both had identified as Lance, I walked over and leaned in close to Pidge's glasses staring intently as he whipped back in surprise and discomfort.

He looked unsure as he chose his next words,"..Is there something in my eye." he said blinking furiously.

I struck a pose and put my hand in a lesbian ASL sign. You know fitting for this situation,"No, I was just wondering where all your anime prodigy glares go do they just fly off..."

As expected, he deadpanned,raising his hands and one of his eyebrows,"There is something in front of my eye. A dumb ass." 

I gasped in shock and started laughing muttering something about I spy and at how quick he was the two boys staring at us not knowing what to do, Lance actually was staring directly at me,"And who do you think you are." he said placing a hand on his hip. 

I swivelled around at him grinning, his eyes widening as he placed the extreme similarities between me and Pidge.

"Well I thought I was Noah but i'm not so sure now." I said still keeping my grin on and tilting my head.

He looked like he was about to open his mouth but the other tall man with middle parted hair and a headband which I assumed was either a heirloom or passed down cursed artifact, beat him.

"Did they make an opening just for you now or something? is Pidge like your older brother? do you guys get like, matching anxiety if you get separated?" He said rather smoothly and friendly for someone shooting question after question. 

For the first time in a while it was me who had a blank face, before it contorted in irritation,"Older brother?! who do you think I am? pipsqueak? fly, fucking lord of the rings dwarf?!" I yelled waving my arms violently.

The man, Hunk, cowered back and I suddenly felt very guilty for making a guy like this so anxious. I didn't know I could do that. 

I turned beet red and froze in the middle of waving my arms around seeing as people were staring at us and muttered a small sorry right before Pidge clamped his hand around my mouth,"Technically yes, but we're twins. And no, he's a cargo pilot." 

Lance looked intrigued at this prospect,"Cargo pilot? no way! I used to be one of those, until that lone wolf got kicked out! Guess they made space and realized the true future!" he said flexing with practically sparkles coming off of him. It wasn't really annoying like I thought it'd be, it was kind've cute. Not so much on the insulting the other person. 

He walked closer to me and bent way down after Pidge let go and wrapped his arm around me, looking thrilled at the idea he was going to produce,"Maybe I could teach you! follow in my footsteps! unless they're like....too big actually.." he said muttering the last part.

A tic formed on my head,"Hell no!" I yelled.

He looked wounded but offered another,"But! I could convince them to let you take a joy ride! maybe in my lap?"

I shivered, I really wanted to tell this guy my age, and Pidge was staring intently at the both of us practically burning holes at the situation and wanting to get out of here.

I decided the friendly approach, this time,"You certainly don't look like a mall santa! so  no! and second of all if you remove that last part you got a hella!" I yelled back at his face.

I removed his arm before another hand urgently tugged on my shoulder,what was with these people? it was like trying to remove all of spongebob's hands that he pulled off....and ate...,"We really should get going, and you're not getting a joyride, you're the one that thought the ships we have were for making crop circles." Pidge said pointedly glaring at me for the last part.

"No regerts." I stated, for this once it wasn't my horrible speech, I just enjoyed the saying. 

"Regerts?" questioned Hunk raising his eyebrow. 

Lance however was bewildered to why Pidge wanted to leave so quickly after they just met,"Woah woah woah woah woah. Woah. " He said waving his hands and crossing them in a disapproving manner.

Pidge looked at him questioningly and he continued,"Hello? pizza? girls? astronauts?!" he yelled out urgently,"Come on man!"

I looked up hopeful,"Can I get pizza?" I asked.

Lance smiled,"Atleast one of you has some sense!" 

I smiled back,"Nope! I don't have any money" at that he looked at me confused but then had a dry expression realizing what I just did. 

I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked at Pidge who had the same expression our mom always did,"You're lactose intolerant and I don't have time for this." he said sternly.

I sighed dramatically leaning over him,"What is with you and the discrimination of people without toes?" 

Hunk was chuckling now and I turned to him and grin as Pidge and Lance looked completely done,"A man of culture?" I asked him slyly while sliding over to him.

"No, but I know where we can get some yogurt." He said. I laughed even though that was the nerdiest thing i've ever heard be put in a joke. 

"I like this one." I stated immediately he looked surprised  but just rubbed his neck and laughed.

He still looked kinda nervous. I wonder if it was because I blew up at him? who knows. 

I felt someone take my hand and pull me with great force, it was Pidge. My time was up. 

I tried to escape his grip but it was deathlike, he was tired of this and in general, and you can't really stop a tired Pidge. It was like a sleeper agent. 

It didn't stop me from waving bye at the both of them,"Bye sexy kit kat legs! bye angel!" I yelled at them, each of them looked surprised and Lance was trying to process what I said before yelling what and gaining a cocky smirk.

as we reached the dorm and entered, well, dragged. Pidge let go and returned to his research and project I for one, flopped on my bed. 

I looked over,"Warn me before you yoink me again?" I asked.

I only got a focused grunt in response and decided to take that as a no promises.