Fake Mistletoe | Plance

Interlude (Lance)

"Lance," Matt plopped into the chair Allura had just vacated.

"Matt," I replied with almost equal confidence. I folded my arms across my chest, unsure of of what was to come.

"I know about you and Katie. It's obvious. Allura said you were positively cuddling-"

"Okay, fine. It's... it is what it is, okay? We talked about it last night. To be honest, I really didn't think you'd be the first person I'd talk to about my relationship with Pidge, but here we are... I promise I won't do anything to hurt her. I car-"

"Shut up, I don't want to listen to you getting soppy," Matt interjected. "Look it's all good. I am like, the biggest fan of... Pilan- Lidg- Plance. I like that," I merely scoffed, unsure of what to say to that. "Just don't be a dick. Break up with her if you feel that you have to, but don't put her in harm's way, okay? If you do, I swear to you, I will make you feel pain so bad you'll be grateful to die," At my expression, Matt only grinned. "I'm joking. But seriously. Be good to her,"

"I will. I promise," At that, the doors slid open to reveal Allura supporting a fully clothed Pidge. Matt whipped his head round with a grin.