The Best Klance Fanfictions

Can't Buy Me Love

found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14634234

can't buy me love

jilliancares

Summary:

"Just because your teeth can't handle doing what they're supposed to -"

"They're not supposed to! Popsicles aren't meant to be bitten!"

"All food's meant to be bitten!" Keith argued, which was absolutely wrong (uh, ever heard of soup?) but still entirely too fun to argue about.

Or:

In which Lance is an ice cream truck driver desperate to find love and Keith is a car mechanic who fixes up Lance's truck better than anyone else ever has.

(oookay but the summary is beasutiful i had to leave it!')

It was scorching hot out, which wasn't entirely uncommon for April, but was out of the ordinary enough that Lance felt indignant over its occurrence.

He should probably be ecstatic over the heat - after all, the hotter the weather the more people were in need of ice cream - but he'd prefer a slower, cooler day rather than a boiling, hectic one. Not to mention the fact that his truck had shitty air conditioning. You'd think having a bunch of freezers would do a good job of cooling down the interior, but they did absolutely nothing. Lance was pretty sure they produced heat, probably from all the work they had to do to actually keep their insides cool.

As it was, Lance found himself driving around the familiar neighborhoods of his small town, his windows rolled all the way down in an attempt to get the air moving around him as his truck blasted the ice cream truck music. He saw plenty of familiar faces, the same groups of kids who often played outside when Lance drove by running to his truck for cold treats. They smiled and shouted and shoved dollar bills at him, crushed in their fists as they scrambled for extra change in their pockets.

It was a small enough town that Lance could confidently recognize the majority of the people who stopped him for ice cream, plenty of them by name. He could hardly run out to the grocery store at this point without being recognized by a handful of people as the ice cream truck man.

"Lance! Lance!" a little boy - Aaron - said, clinging to the metal edge of the window as he waited for Lance to grab his push pop. "I lost a tooth! Look!"

Now holding the grape flavored popsicle in hand, Lance leaned in close and widened his eyes with a gasp. "No way!" he exclaimed. "Did you put it under your pillow?"

Aaron smiled proudly. "Yep," he said happily. "I just bought my popsicle with my Tooth Fairy money!"

Lance grinned, handing over the treat after congratulating Aaron on his lost tooth, before making his way back to the front of the truck and settling into the worn leather seat. The air conditioning felt like it was blowing hot air, despite having been on for the entire route so far in an attempt to "warm up", but Lance finally shut it off, figuring he was just wasting gas at that point.

Really, he loved his ice cream truck. Sure, it was fun to complain about it and grouch to his friends, having told Hunk and Pidge hundreds of different ice cream related horror stories, but he wouldn't trade his baby for the world. It'd been his abuelo's truck, which meant it was a scarily old model and ended up limping to the auto-repair store more often than not.

His parents hadn't wanted to get rid of the truck after Lance's abuelo had passed - partially due to memories and nostalgia and partially due to the fact that few people would want to pay for this hunk of junk - which meant it was still hanging around in the garage by the time Lance was old enough to drive. At sixteen, he'd spent all his savings on ice cream, a vending license, and whatever he could afford to fix within the truck (the freezers, the engine, the brakes, and sadly not the air conditioning).