Rosemary- Klance

Chapter 6

"I think you're bad luck. I have evidence," Lance practically yelled in Keith's ear. Keith winced, not having the heart to tell him he could hear him perfectly fine.

"Oh yeah? What did I do now?" Keith joked.

"Every time I've seen you, someone spilled their drink all over me! Did you plan that? I knew it. You do scheme. I'm telling Hunk," Lance pouted. Keith couldn't help but chuckle.

"You caught me. I arranged the whole night to coordinate the soiling of your precious outfits," Keith said over his shoulder. They were stopped at a red light, and Lance still had an unforgiving grip on Keith's jacket. Maybe he was too drunk to admit how freaked out he was.

"Guess you owe me a drink, mullet,"

"What?"

"I said you owe me a drink," The light turned green.

"No, no, the part after that,"

"Mullet? Heh," Lance snorted.

"I so do not have a mullet," Keith weakly defended.

"Sure, Billy Ray. Are you from Texas? You play the guitar too. And you have this resting face all the time. Just like Billy Ray," Lance said, raising his hand briefly to weakly gesture at Keith's face. Keith furrowed his brow.

"What does that mean?"

"That. Like everything annoys you, but you're too unbothered to complain," Lance said. Am I annoying him? Lance thought, frowning.

"I always look like this," Keith said. Does he think I'm annoyed?

"Whatever, I know your tricks." Lance mumbled, giving up on trying to converse. He was too tired.

Keith rolled to a stop outside of Lance's house, balancing on his foot. Lance didn't seem to recognize they lack of movement. Keith nudged him.

"We're here. Oh my god, are you asleep?" Keith gaped, turning to see Lance reluctantly sitting up straighter.

"Uh, no?" Lance said. He yawned exactly one second later, giving it away. Keith stares at him for a second before scooting up.

"Well, this is your house right?" Keith said, tilting his head towards said house.

"Yeah," Lance said, handing Keith the helmet as he stood up. "You know, you're really warm for a guy with no emotions," lance flicked his helmet before turning towards the house again and yawning. Keith watched him pat his pockets down for his keys. Thank god he had that helmet on. He was sure that even in the light of only the moon, you could see his flush from a mile away.

No one's ever called me warm.

~

"Did Lance get home? He hasn't texted me." Pidge said through the phone.

"No idea, he's probably face first in his couch by now," Hunk grimaced. Being the mom friend was stressful when you had no idea how your drunk friend was doing.

He was already planning on checking on Lance first thing in the morning. Luckily he hadn't had much to drink, so he wasn't too worried about his life. Lance was actually more responsible than any of his friends would admit.

"You're already planning to baby him. It's like a routine for you guys at this point," she said.

"Bro's gotta look out for his bro's, man. Brocode," Hunk said. He could basically hear Pidge rolling her eyes.

"Speaking of bro's. My birthday is coming up," Pidge smiled.

"Yes, I know. I've only celebrated like nine of them, each with you reminding me weekly four months before each one," Hunk said flatly. Pidge grinned.

"Well you remember it every year, don't you?" She said. Hunk groaned.

"Against my will. Whatever, what are you planning?" He asked.

"Surprise me. Actually, don't. I hate surprises. Make Lance bring his cousins," she said. It was hard to keep up with her sometimes.

"Uh, alright. I'll see what he says when he's not unconscious. I'm going to have a shower, night Pidge," Hunk said, waiting for Pidge to say goodnight before hanging up.

~

Romelle: sooooooo????? How was showing off your bike to Handsome Guy?? I need answers
12:05am

Keith: shouldn't you be getting laid? Leave me alone
12:09am

Romelle: wouldn't you like to know
12:09am

Keith: I would not
12:09am

Romelle: anywhore. Answer me
12:10am

Keith: literally just dropped him off
12:10am

Romelle: my actual ass.
12:10am

Keith: so nothing? Like I said
12:11am

Romelle: say that again. I dare you. I know where you hide your cereal.
12:11am

Keith: ugh
Keith: fine
Keith: I don't know?? He kept calling me Billy Ray and basically said I have a resting bitch face.
12:11am

Romelle: oh my god
Romelle: I like this boy
Romelle: did he mention your mullet?
12:12am

Keith: ITS NOT A MULLET
12:12am

Romelle: 😳
Romelle: sounds like someone's embarrassed to have a mullet in the 20th century
12:12am

Keith: I'm going to burn your math homework
12:12am

Romelle: sorry sir
Romelle: just saying mullets are coming back in style
12:13am

Keith: I'm going to sleep
12:13am

Romelle: it was a compliment >:((???
Romelle: ungrateful devil child
Romelle: nvm I take it back
Romelle: please don't burn my homework I'm already failing all my courses
12:14am

Chat has been muted

Romelle: did you really just mute the mf chat
Romelle: fine. I hope you have your mullet buzzed in your dreams rat 🐀

Keith: choke