Outer space | klance au |

37: ben and jerry's

warning: this chapter includes mentions of sex please read at your own risk. strictly mentions as I don't write smut lolol

Lance knocked on the door again. "Romelle just open the door," he pleaded. His words did nothing to persuade her. The door remained stubbornly locked but he could hear his friend sniffle on the other side. He felt utterly stupid as the minutes dragged on and he was sure her neighbors were probably sick of him. "Please open the door," he tried to reason.

"No."

Lance rolled his eyes at Romelle's reply. He sighed and brought up his hand to show the peephole the bag he was currently holding. If there was anything that could make a sad girl feel better it was definitely ice cream. In order to fix breakups, you needed ice cream or at least some other sweets. He helped his sisters through countless heartbreaks and this always worked for them. "What am I going to do the ice cream I bought then?" There was a beat of silence that allowed Lance to bring the bag back down. He tapped his foot impatiently.

"What kind?" The soft reply from Romelle made Lance grin.

"Ben and Jerry's," Lance supplied. The condensation from the melting ice cream made the bag feel cold so he shifted the bag to his other hand. "I know it's your favorite." More silence followed his statement.

"What flavor?" Lance laughed at her question. He finally felt like he was getting somewhere with his best friend.

Lance made a show out it and exaggerated rifling through the bag to look at the two pints. He knew exactly what he bought but the slightly muffled giggle made it all worth it. He held up the pint for her to see through the peephole if she was even looking. "Milk and cookies." The door unlocked and Lance pushed his way inside. Her apartment was lit by a sole lamp that casted everything in a warm glow. Romelle stood near the door with tissues in hand. He smiled when he saw her.

"Hey sunshine," he shut the door with his foot. She was wrapped in one of the many blankets that were found scattered throughout her apartment. Her hair was a mess and knotted in places and her eyes were red from crying. It broke his heart seeing her like that. "How are you doing?"

"Bad," she said tearfully. Her voice sounded hoarse and she used the side of her hand to wipe a stray tear that was beginning to work its way down her cheek. Lance wrapped his arms around her and she buried her face in his neck. They stayed like that for a minute as Lance tried to think of what to say.

"I'm sorry Melle," he whispered and used his free hand to rub her back. It was the only thing that came to mind but he knew it wouldn't make her feel better.

"I really liked him–like him. I think I could have been in love with him. I still do," she said pitifully, "And I keep telling myself to stop crying because we weren't even together and I should have expected something like this to happen." Romelle hiccuped and Lance just held her.

"Matt is..." he couldn't find the right words. "Matt is Matt," Lance concluded. "No one knows what's going on in his head but him," Romelle tearfully laughed at that. "It's his loss that he gave up on someone as beautiful and as amazing as you are," Lance let her go and looked at her fully. "He sucks and doesn't deserve you," Romelle nodded and weakly smiled. "But if we need to drown the heartbreak in ice cream, lets." Lance led her to the couch and went to grab two spoons.

"Thank you for this," Romelle opened his pint and handed it to him before she opened hers. "I haven't really had someone like you in a long time," she took a scoop of ice cream and closed her eyes to savor the taste. "This is so good."

Lance had to agree. There was just something about eating ice cream out of the pint that made it taste better. "Can I ask how and more importantly why?" The doctor to be glanced at her as he ate.