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day four

The day had started out so normally. Pidge had woken up to the combined insanity of her alarm and her older brother pounding on the door like an idiot. Casual morning stuff. "Matt, go away!" she groaned, pulling a pillow over her head.

"No can do, Katie-kat," he said teasingly. "Dad said I'm supposed to wake you up this morning, you've got a visitor downstairs."

That got Pidge's interest, and she sat up. "What? Who?"

She could hear Matt's shit-eating grin through the door. "Oh, y'know, just that guy that you like. What was his name, Leonard?"

Pidge's face burned as she opened her bedroom door and yanked her brother inside, resolutely shutting the door behind him. "Shut up!" she cried, and Matt just snickered. "Seriously, shut up! Is he actually out there?"

"Yep. Said something about wanting to pick you up? I wasn't really paying attention, but mom offered to make him breakfast, so he's probably distracted right now anyway."

Pidge resisted the urge to squeal like a typical teenage girl and started to shove Matt out of her room again. "Okay," she said. "Tell him I'll be downstairs in a few minutes!" The door slammed shut with an urgency, and Matt just laughed at her again and went downstairs.

Sure enough, Lance was sitting awkwardly at the kitchen table while Samuel Holt sipped his coffee and stared at Lance with a hard look. Colleen did the dishes, and Matt was watching his dad while he slowly stole Lance's eggs. Lance didn't mind, even as he tried not to squirm a little under Mr. Holt's intense look. A few minutes after Lance had arrived, they could hear scrabbling on the stairs. "Hi, Pidge," Lance called, waving a little.

"Hi, Lance," she said, sounding just barely breathless. She had tried to look good without making it look like she had tried too hard. "It's, uh, it's a surprise to see you here."

"Well, uh, I know that you usually ride with Keith to school, but given that he's on lockdown and is probably gonna be riding with Shiro for the next week and a half of his life... I figured I could take you for today," he said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

Pidge smiled a little bit, desperately trying to slow down the frantic beating of her heart. "Well, thank you," she said. "I appreciate it." She went around the table to kiss her dad on the cheek and give her mom a hug before she rounded out into the living room and snagged her backpack. "Okay, I'm ready, let's go," she said, grabbing Lance's hand. She pulled him up and started dragging him to the front door.

Lance stuffed the rest of his toast in his face and grabbed his backpack off of the floor as he followed her. "Thanks for the breakfast, Mrs. Holt," he called, voice slightly muffled, just as the front door slammed shut.

Pidge huffed a little and turned to look at Lance. He looked so dumb, with toast hanging out of his mouth and his backpack in hand. "What?" he asked, obviously trying to not let the toast fall.

Pidge giggled a little (seriously, since when did she giggle???) and shook her head. "You're such a dork," she said fondly. "C'mon, let's go, before we're late." She went over to Lance's car, and they both hopped in. Lance started the car and they drove off to school. The ride was mostly filled with quiet conversation and the radio softly playing some dumb pop song that Pidge had never listened to in her life. But, she was happy anyway.

They soon arrived at the school, and Lance opened the door for her. Pidge would never admit it, but she was pretty sure that she tripped over her own feet while trying to get out and follow him to the school entrance. The man even walked with her to her locker. Which wouldn't have been so weird if he was any other guy, but Lance McClain was not any other guy.