Maybe I Will | Klance

Chapter 5

Oh no.

"So... that was... awkward." Lance looked down at the table.

"Whatever." I pushed over his muffin.

Honestly, this wasn't a 'whatever' situation. I honestly thought I was going to die. Right there I could feel the heat crawling down my body.

I'm not gay for him.

I'm not.

"You... don't care?" He asked, confused.

"Nah."

I took a drink from my coffee. Lance looked disgusted.

"Is that black coffee? That's disgusting." He pretended to gag.

"No, it isn't, it's just plain. I like it," I raised an eyebrow.

"It tastes like... ground up coffee beans." Lance shook his head.

"You... you know... that's what coffee is, right?" I laughed.

He blushed.

"I..." he looked down and laughed nervously.

I laughed and ended up laying down on the table, panting.

I looked up and saw his blood red face.

"Hey, dude. You're fine. You know what I did once? I told a friend that his muffin tasted like bread." I began to laugh again.

And this time, he laughed too.

"You're pretty chill," he grinned.

"Actually, I'm freezing. I should have brought a jacket." I laughed at my own joke. Like a loser.

It was just now that I realized he had been eating my muffin.

"YOU THEIF!" I yelled.

"You're the one who can't focus on anything else than what you're staring at!" He yelled.

"You ate my muffin!" I glared at him, trying not to laugh.

"You work here! Go get another one!"

The conversatio went on like so. Lance came up with excuses on why I shouldn't be mad, and I argued back.

"...why haven't you been shy with me?"

This was the question that caught my attention. Why was I being so extroverted toward the person I was supposed to hate? Why did he think that I was introverted?

"I don't know. Why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You're friends said that you were kind of the loner of the group." Lance rested his head in his palm.

"Oh," I replied.

Did all of my friends think of me that way? Did everyone think that I was some kind of introverted freak that hung out by himself in
the dark listening to screamo?

"What else did they say about me?" I asked, interested.

"Well, Shiro did mention that you were the clingy gay friend."

I started laughing because that was the nickname I had gotten when I had first met Shiro. We all called him Dad, or Shiro the Hero.

Shiro the Hero had stuck whenever we found out he was going to Australia to study marine life. He had spent the last eight months there since he got out of college.

"That was my nickname for a while," I laughed.

"Can I have the name 'bisexual hyper friend'?" Lance perked up.

"Sounds about right," I smirked.

"Hey... it's getting kind of late. Want to get going?" he asked.

"Sure."

We headed out the door. Once outside, I asked him for his number. He put it in my phone and I put mine in his.

"Well... I'd like to do that again," he blushed.

"Sure."

He started walking toward his car.

"Oh, and one more thing."

And that's when I grabbed the collar of his hoodie and kissed him.