Remembered ||Voltron Langst fanfic

Close call

(skip to lunch because I suck at fillers lol)

I sit down at Keith's table, and almost immediately, Hunk hands me a ham and cheese sandwich. "I kinda knew you weren't gonna bring any lunch, so I thought I'd make you one," he says, his voice warm with concern.

I thank him for the sandwich and almost choke on it because I haven't eaten anything since yesterday's lunch. The rush of hunger makes it hard to swallow quickly.

Allura looks at me, alarm flickering across her face. "Oh my gosh! Lonce! What happened to your clothes?" She's staring at the stains and mud still visible on my outfit.

I look down at my muddy clothes. The cleanup I did in the bathroom helped, but didn't fully clean me. "I was in a rush to get here and slipped in some mud," I say with a sheepish smile, trying to brush off the concern.

"We can give you rides in the morning. Right, Allura?" Pidge chimes in, looking up from her computer.

Allura nods her head in agreement, but I quickly shake my head. "No, no, it's good. I've got it all under control now." My voice is quick, maybe too quick, as I try to maintain my independence, even though the offer is tempting.

Keith settles into his usual spot next to Allura, his lunch tray in hand, interrupting our conversation. "So, you know how I asked Shiro about that house on Naxela Lane?" He looks around the table, piquing everyone's interest. My stomach drops—they can't know the truth.

"The guy's name is Sam Evergreen, and he's a total shut-in. He's married, but the woman isn't listed in any of these documents." Keith's voice carries a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

I let out a small sigh, trying to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters. "Well, that guy seems like a lost cause," I say, hoping they'll drop the subject.

Keith, however, is undeterred. "It doesn't explain the noise complaints, though. He also called the police to report a missing child, also undocumented. It's dead ends everywhere." I can tell by everyone's expressions that they're a bit unsettled by the mystery.

Seeking to diffuse the tension, I quickly add, "Well, it's a good thing we don't have to deal with him."

Everyone nods, seeming relieved to shift their focus away from the unsettling topic. The conversation drifts to lighter subjects, allowing me to breathe easier—for now.

. . .

It's the end of the school day and before I can even take two steps out of my classroom, Pidge is right there, her eyes bright with urgency. "I was told by Allura to get you and bring you to her car. Come on!" She grabs my arm and practically drags me through the school hallways.

"Alright! Load in," Allura commands as we arrive at her sleek car. Everyone shuffles in, finding their seats in the snug interior. Just as I'm about to get in, I hesitate, feeling a need to assert some control over my rapidly changing plans. "So uh, I actually have something to go to..." I begin, but all faces turn towards me, expressions ranging from surprise to annoyance.

"Just let us drive you home, man," Keith says, his tone brooking no argument.

Reluctantly, I slide into the car, settling into the rhythm of the ride. As we pull away from the curb, Pidge leans forward from the middle seat, her gaze curious. "Ya know, Lance... we were planning on going to Keith's house today. Wanna join us?"

I was about to decline, to insist on maintaining some semblance of my original plan, but then I notice Allura smoothly steering the car away from my street, taking a route that's decidedly not towards my home. Realizing I don't really have a choice, I mask my reluctance with a feigned enthusiasm. "Yeah, sure, sounds great."

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