Maybe I Will | Klance

Chapter 1

Oh.

My.

God.

I can't figure any of it out.

Why is he being so nice to me?

Why is he not acting like the jerkwad he is and being obnoxious?

And why won't he go back to being that way?

Walking in the doorway of the everloving coffee shop I work at, yes, the supposed-to-be-obnoxious Lance McClain. Chatting with my friends, joking with my friends, laughing with my friends.

I just want to punch him.

In the face.

Hard.

"Keith? Are you okay? You look upset."

The familiar voice came from my right.

"Shiro?"

That was Shiro.

The Shiro that I've known since kindergarten.

In the coffee shop I work at.

"Yes?" The look on his face was concerned, as he cocked his head slightly to the right.

"Shiro!" I exclaimed. Nearly dropping the order I was about to call, I ran around the desk and hugged him.

"When did you get back? And why didn't you tell me? It's been eight months! And why didn't you call me at all?" I rambled on, not letting go of his chest.

"Well first off, I got back last week. And second off, my phone broke. Well, if in the bottom of a lake counts as broken, then yeah, broken," he laughed.

For a minute there I forgot about Lance existing.

"Can you do me a favor?" I smirked.

"Who's life do you want me to ruin today?" He groaned.

"Get Lance out. Or at least away from Pidge and Axca. And Hunk. And Allura." I glanced toward the far corner table across the room.

"Will do." He walked towards the table. I walked behind the counter and watched while he ambled directed toward the table.

I could barely hear what he was saying. But what I caught was kind of unnerving.

"The pumpkin spice here is great."

Shiro made Lance move away from them, and towards me.

Greeaaaaatttt.

"One pumpkin spice please."

I turned around, but I couldn't resist.

"Why were you talking to my friends?"

He looked surprised at the comment. A second later he was smirking.

"I totally think the Axca is into me," he grinned.

Suppressing a laugh, I turned around.

Axca was an aroace, and barely even felt platonic attraction.

Finishing the coffee, I turned around.

"She's an aroace."

I managed to not add 'idiot' to the end, but only because he wasn't being one.

Just being Lance.

And I still wanted to punch him in the face.

Hard.

Raising his eyebrows, he shrugged.

"At least I tried." Lance strolled off, with the cheerful bounce in his step.

I wanted him to knock it off.

Shiro was still over there, chatting with Pidge and Axca.

And now Lance.

Way to go, Shiro.