Cuddle Buddy

Reunited

“Pidge. If you keep having that much caffeine every day, you are going to die. Chill,” Lance stated as he sat on their usual corner of the small cafe on a couch. They were green and soft. Keith and Lance sat on a loveseat.

 

Pidge sat on a bean bag chair next to Lance. “God, I hope so.” She took a sip of her hot coffee. “Besides, I need coffee to function. If I don’t die first, you will Mr. go-heavy-on-the-chocolate,” she teased, looking up at him.

 

Lance scoffed, nudging the small girl with his foot. “At least I am not as bad as Keith.

He seems like he would drink the strongest coffee with his emo vibes but his drink is like 90% sugar,” Lance exaggerated.

 

Keith poked him accusingly. “Hey, it’s not that sweet.”

 

“Yes it is, just like you,” Lance winked, while sending him finger guns with the click of his tongue.

 

Keith’s eyes widened, a soft pink hue on his cheeks.

 

Lance opened his mouth to ask if he went too far, but he was interrupted.

 

“Guys, stop being so gay,” Pidge said, pushing Lance’s leg. “I feel offended I was not the first to know you guys are dating now.”

 

“W-we’re not dating, though,” Lance stated.

 

“Seriously? You two were holding hands on your way here,” Pidge raised an eyebrow.

 

“You saw that? And we were holding pinkies, not hands,” Lance clarified.

 

“We’re not there yet...” Keith added softly

 

“It’s not like you were hiding it, you two were smiling wide and swinging your hands like toddlers,” Pidge teased.

 

Lance glanced at Keith. “We’re just really good friends.” He gulped those words down. Just really good friends, that is all they’ll ever be. But what if he wanted more?

 

“Best friends don’t hold pinkies,” Pidge stated, narrowing her eyes at them.

 

“Yes, they do. Girls do it all the time. Besides, we sleep together too,” Keith joined.

 

Lance looked over at Keith with a ‘really’ look. “Not really helping, Mullet.”