~Sweet Home~ || Kidge AU || DISCONTINUED

Panda Express

Helloooooooo :)

Do you think it's copyright if I use the name of an existing company? I was initially gonna use "Panda Express" but then I was like, "What if I made it Kaltenecker Express?" You know... because it's a cow?

Mm... oh well~

Today's selected song is a goodie! Jonah Baker singing "'ME! Ft. Brendon Urie of Panic! At the Disco!" would prove it! Since this chapter's a tiny filler, I figured I would put a more light-hearted song. There have been a lot of sad covers in this book, and I wanted to switch it up.

So I hope you all enjoy!

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12:03 pm

Pidge was climbing down the ladder from the hatch. It was quite a tall one. Maybe the height of two Keiths, stacked on top of each other. (He was the tallest one out of the trio.) Although, he managed to sink easily.

He had gotten something from the fridge inside the house, heated it up, and brought it to the bunker. In his left hand, he was carrying a plastic bag that had two foam containers of food. Not too heavy, nor light. It was a classic that everyone loved and it smelled good too!

That's right! Good old' Panda Express!

"Hey! Guess what I brought?" Pidge said in an enlightened voice.

Keith looked up from his notebook, "Oh right, I forgot that existed."

His doodle page was now filled with tiny cartoon characters. There was lots of shading and various pieces. Everything on it somehow represented something significant to his life. For instance, there was a picture of the notebook he was given, as well as a medal that he received when he was 10. It was definitely an interesting sheet of paper.

"What? Lunch?" Pidge hopped off the ladder and put the bag on the blue table.

"No, food," he smiled. "What ya' got?" He got off the bed and walked over to the shorter male.

"Only the best, Panda Express!" You could tell he was excited.

He tilted his head and fidgeted his fingers, "What's that?"

He stopped for a moment. There was a sudden change of volume in the conversation. Everything was quiet. You could hear a paper clip drop. The boy thought he had done something wrong.

Then, Pidge let out a big burst of laughter, "Ha! That's funny! Good one dude."

The teen just blinked in response.

He continued to chuckle then realized he was serious. "What? Have you never had or heard of it?"

"No, I might've. It's just that my memory's hazy. Thanks to the hospital, I haven't had that much variety of food. It's just been fruit, veggies, rice, and small pieces of weird meat."

"Holy shit!" His eyes widened, "You gotta eat this! It's soooo good!" He took out the containers from the bag and put them on top of the surface.

"Are you sure? I really hope you're not butchering my expectations."

"No trust me! It's as yummy as I make it sound!" He pulled out chairs from the bottom of the table for them to sit on.

Keith gave in and sat down, "Okay then." Then, he asked, "So what exactly is Panda Express again?"

"Take a guess. It's pretty easy to predict." Pidge handed him a spoon, fork, and plate. He sat across from him and got ready to chow down.

As he set up the items, he gave it some thought. "Hm... oh yeah! Isn't it that Japanese restaurant? You know, the one that's really well known nowadays."

He was speechless. "..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"You poor child."

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

Pidge became flustered, "No! No! Of course not."

"Then why was that your reaction?"

"Well..." he tought, "because everyone knows Panda Express! It's one of the most popular places to eat in the world!"

"Well fuck. Looks like I have a lot of catching up to do," he laughed. "What's in there?" He pointed to one of the foam containers of food.

Pidge looked over, reached out to the lid, and opened it up, "It's just some noodles and some shrimp. Are you allergic to anything?"

"Nothing that I'm aware of, no."

"Good," he picked up his fork, stabbed one of the shrimps, and waved it in the boy's face, "cause this shit is tasty."

Keith chuckled, "Interesting."

Pidge tilted his head, "What is?"

"You're cussing a lot more than before."

"Well yeah. Whenever I do therapy, I can't curse for obvious reason. Now that I'm free," he smiled, "I get a little more freedom."

"Aaaand how does that feel?"

He grinned at his goofiness, "Kind of... relieving in a sense."

"That's good," he nodded. He leaned towards Pidge's fork and suddenly took a big bite out of the shrimp. He began to chew it slowly.

"How does it taste?"

Keith chewed it a little more, then covered his mouth to speak, "Really good! I like the sauce that's around it!"

"Right? It's awesome!"

"It tastes like a good snack... just like you," he winked.

"Hey!" He laughed, "I may not have to be professional, but manners!" He softly punched Keith's shoulder.

Keith giggled and blushed.