"He has a sister. A twin sister. My bisexual ass is in danger." Lance yelled at Hunk as he paced around their apartment. "What am I supposed to do? Choose?" Lance inquired incredulously. Hunk just grunted in discomfort when Lance flopped on him, scared of answering him with real words. Lance stood up once again, only to go back to pacing the small space they slapped a couch in and called the living room. "Huuuuunk," Lance whined. "Yes, Lance?" Hunk squinted at him, wondering what Lance wanted him to say. "What do I do?"
"Well obviously you like both Matt and Pidge, correct?" Hunk questioned calmly whilst looking upwards at Lance, who just nodded in response to his question. "So, just figure out which one you like more, or explain the situation to them, and if they want to help you out, let them. But that's only if they like you back, so don't force anything onto them like you always do, okay, Lance." Hunk finished while trying to make eye contact with Lance, who looked like you had just taken away his favorite toy and thrown it out the window. "But I don't want to choose, Hunk! That's the problem!" He yelled while using hand gestures to punctuate his words.
"Well, I don't know what to tell you then, buddy." Hunk confessed as he pat Lance on the back and stood up. "I have a date with Shay, give me an update on how things go at the shop, maybe you'll have better luck now that it's the weekend." Lance just gave him a crumpled version of a smile, and then he stood up and walked to his room slowly, trying to make Hunk realize how pitiful he was, only for him to hear the door slam as Hunk left. Lance huffed.
What was he going to wear? He obviously had to wear his work tee, but what if he wore shorts or something instead of his normal slacks. Maybe he could put on some sweet cologne? Something that attracts both men and women. But then again, he didn't even know if he would see that Pidge girl again, she only came because Matt had to pick her up from class. God. Lance was in trouble. They were both so cute, with their matching bronze hair, and their beautiful hazel eyes. They were both genuinely attractive people to him.
He grabbed his white tee, his black knee-length shorts, and his favorite pair of adidas, and went into his bathroom to change. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he smiled. Damn, he looked nice. No, not just nice. Really nice. Maybe it was the way he styled his hair, maybe it was Maybelline. He just knew that he looked hot. Like, really hot. He loved what the slight blush he used did to his cheeks, and what the new gel he applied did to his slight curls. It made him look genuinely lovable, which was a total lie, but he still loved it either way.
And with that, he left his apartment.
As Lance walked into the Walmart he worked at, he realized three things. Once, Matt was dancing at the register for some cute group of girls. Two, Pidge wasn't there. Three, Gasolina by Daddy Yankee was blaring from the stores' speakers. Lance was prepared for this moment. He had been since he was only six years old. It was time to bump and grind for the ladies that surrounded Matt while he did the sprinkler. Lance took off his shirt and sprinted over to where they were.
He started to sing along to the song, nailing every single word, and gyrating his hips to the beat. He moved his right and his left sides in sync with his hips and even shook his ass a little when the beat was about to drop. He closed his eyes and let the beat overtake him... that was until his boss yelled at him to put on a shirt and cut the music.
Stupid Shiro. Stupid rules.
He opened his eyes to find the majority of the group of girls with their phones out, and to Matt, who seemed to have a faint blush along his cheeks.
"What's wrong, Mattie?" Lance asked as he winked at him, only causing the poor boy to avert the eye contact they had been holding and go back to doing his job at the register. Lance just smirked and confidently strutted past him, bumping his hip with his when he got close enough. Only for Matt to stammer a "L-Lance." But, Lance just snickered and went to his station, helping the old couple check out a few gallons of milk and other baking ingredients. He kept his attention on the couple, not realizing that Matt had walked behind him.
He waved the couple off and turned around, ready to grab his phone and wait for the next group of people to come to his register, only to yelp when Matt grabbed his ass. "Better not tease me like that again, McClain." And with that, Matt left poor Lance in a blushing puddle of mush. Lance grabbed his phone and texted Hunk a quick 'SOS' but then he said never mind, because this wasn't Pretty Little Liars, and A didn't just break into his house and paint on his mirror with Jungle Red lipstick.
He needed to stop being so overdramatic. M
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He has a sister
ChickLit"He has a sister. A twin sister. My bisexual ass is in danger." Lance yelled at Hunk as he paced around their apartment. "What am I supposed to do? Choose?" Lance inquired incredulously. Hunk just grunted in discomfort when Lance flopped on him, sca...