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

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when ya blue i'm red i wanna kiss ya neck and make you purple all over

The awkward silence in the van seemed to be everlasting. Knowing that Lance and Keith were in a heated argument didn't help things at all, they all just wanted out of this van, which made them slightly claustrophobic.

Hunk stared at Pidge in the viewfinder mirror, she was silent and gazing out the tinted window. As Hunk pulled up to Lance's house, Pidge and Lance's stop, she sighed.

"Smell ya' later, losers." She remarked, leaping from the car door to the concrete. Lance smiled gently at Hunk before getting out the van.
Keith stayed quiet, with an anxious look on his face. "Should I go—" Hunk shushed him.
The van door shut, and Hunk's hand uncovered Keith's mouth. "No. You're going over to my house to help me bake and cook and have fun." Hunk stubbornly demanded, Keith wore a quixotic expression.

"Let's just go." Keith sighed exasperatedly.

Lance jammed the key into the door, not being careful and more unwieldy.

"You really want ice cream, huh?" Pidge chuckled. Lance shrugged, being greeted with a familiar house. The house was undeniably empty to say. "Where's everybody?" Pidge curiously asked, running to the kitchen with her stubby legs. "I don't really know." Lance hummed. "Well, doesn't matter. We have the whole day to do whatever we want." Pidge paused, struggling to take the top of the ice cream off. "Uhm, Like face masks, and watch movies. Maybe we can play video games!" Pidge said, relieved that the lid on the ice cream pried off.

"Yes, yes. We can do that but. . . maybe we should stop by Hunk's house later." Lance suggested. Pidge scoffed, searching for the scoop. "Yeah, because you want to see your boyfriend? I'm telling you, just let him apologize. When he does it, you apologize too. It's simple, Lance." Pidge said, licking some excess ice cream from her thumb. Lance slouched on the couch, sprawling his legs open and widening his arms. His face was down, and he groaned.

"I don't know anymore, Pidge. I'm just tired of waiting." Lance impatiently opened his arms, closed them again, then opened them again.
"Then go, my child." Pidge cackled. Lance raised his head, smiling brighter than any star.
"Really?!" He childishly asked.

"Yes, Lance. Come back in fifteen, or I will march over there and kick all of your asses-"

"Got it."

...
Lance walked to Hunk's house quicker than usual. Was he actually that nervous? He seemed so timid as he walked stiffly. Keith staring out the window, watching this, was confused. "Whatcha' lookin' at, buddy?" Hunk asked. "Uh—Huh? Nothing." Keith fibbed.

Lance came down the path, Keith still watching carefully, he looked through the window.
Keith yelped "Shit!" He ducked down quickly, Hunk watched him as if he was going mad.
The doorbell rang. Hunk ran to get it as Keith was struggling to find a hiding place.

Before he opened the door, Hunk glanced at Keith, whispering "Just apologize". Keith blinked, his cheeks flushing red as his scattered head. "I—but—o-okay." He sighed in defeat.

"Hey, Lance. We just left each other, you miss us already?" Hunk joked with a chuckle.
Lance falsely chuckled along just to be nice.
It wouldn't be good to come off as rude, even if the person he was talking to was his best friend. "Can I talk with Keith? Is he here or..did he walk home?" Lance stood on his toes.

"He's right here actually." Keith stood there with an expecting look. "Can we talk?"
Lance asked, scratching the back of his neck.
Keith nodded subtly. The ebony haired boy stepped out side, mouthing a thank you to Hunk. "I'm gonna make this quick." Lance cleared his rough throat.