Kei-Kei Yuki: This part turned out completely different than from what I had in mind, but there will definitely be a part 4 in the future.
Beta: Ana-DaughterofHades
A/N: The suggestion of Lance POV of the Ogling series was requested by Brownie-Bear-Apocalypse! :)
Klance: Ogling Part 3!
It was late at night, and Lance, Pidge, and Hunk were all seated inside the kitchen, reminiscing about some of the old days back in the Garrison, when Keith's name popped up in the conversation. This led to Hunk and Pidge pointing out Lance's feelings towards the Black Paladin. "Actually, I can tell whenever you are in love, buddy," Hunk pointed out, sitting on the other side of the counter, while Lance stood in the kitchen mixing baking indigents in a large blue bowl.
"How?" Lance paused, placing on hand on her hip, sassily.
"You start acting girlier than usually, baking a lot, smiling, and giggling from time to time. I mean it's obvious that you're in love with Keith." Once Lance heard this, she placed her hand over her heart dramatically, wearing an expression of disbelief.
"K-K-K-Keith? That Mullet!? No sir! No way! Nadda! I am not in love with Keith!" Lance fiercely denied, pointing the spatula in her hand towards Hunk who shared a look with Pidge, before they both turned their eyes back to Lance.
"Dude, I once caught you scribbling his name all over a napkin with little hearts all sprinkled around it. Plus you're always ogling him during training when he takes his shirt off, like a pervert," Pidge ratted out Lance, cheeks flushing from the embarrassment of being caught ogling her so-called rival.
"You're also in a baking frenzy. Whenever you're in love, you always go into a baking frenzy. Just like when you were dating He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, you baked six batches of cookies, three cakes, and two pies," added Hunk, which made Lance pout as even her best-friend, her bro, her partner-in-crime wasn't even helping her out.
"Though I gotta admit those cookies were to die for! Awesome job, my little Padawan!" Hunk gave her a fist bump which she returned.
"Speaking of baking, what are you making, Lance?" Pidge curiously asked, watching as Lance poured the cake batter into a pan before placing it inside the oven. The highly upgraded space oven didn't take long to bake the cake that Lance pulled from out of it, wearing a pair of blue oven mitts.
"The last time we were at the Space Mall, I picked up a few ingredients that resembled those back on Earth. So I decided to make an invisible apple cake." After placing the cake on the counter, the sweet aroma of baked apples, combined with the almonds that were sprinkled on top, filled the kitchen.
"Awesome~!" grinned Pidge.
"Sound delicious!" drooled Hunk.
"Bon appetit, lady and gentleman~!" Lance announced dramatically, presenting a slice to Pidge and Hunk who without haste, eagerly took a bite, only to moan as they suddenly felt as if they were floating amongst a sea of apples.
"I might be the chef on this ship, but no one can beat In-Love-Lance when it comes to baking." Tears of happiness streamed down Hunk face.
"So should we be thanking Keith? I mean he is the one she is in love with." Pidge placed the second bite into her mouth, only to drop her fork when Lance snatched her plate of delicious apple cake away.
"Keep saying things like that and there will be no more cake for you, missy," Lance sternly told Pidge, almost like a mother scolding her child. Though she was weak against Pidge's adorable puppy dog eyes, and she didn't have the heart to follow through with her threat, returning the plate of desert back to the youngest on the team.
"... Okay... So, say I do indeed have a crush on Keith... but Keith hates me," stressed Lance; both Hunk and Pidge spotted the look of sadness that flashed in her eyes.
"He doesn't hate you," Hunk tried to reassure her.
"The guy either hates me or finds my extremely annoying! I... I don't think I'm his type. Great. I'm not Shiro's type! I'm not Keith's type! Just whose type am I?!" yelled Lance, before sinking down to the floor, staring depressingly at it.
"How come all of the hot ones are not attracted to me!" Lance shouted out in frustration. She would admit that the first time she saw Shiro, she had been attracted to him. Can anyone blame her?! The guy was sweet, yet strict, handsome, and had muscles that could cause anyone to have wet dreams at night. Sadly, Lance knew she had no chance with the guy and what she had for him was nothing more than a crush and admiration.
Though things were different when she first laid her eyes on Keith, who had the looks as well, yet it was his cold personality that irked her in the wrong way. The more she paid attention to Keith, the more irked she became. Yes, she was jealous of Keith's piloting skills. So what if she became irritated when she heard some of the girls back at the Garrison calling Keith 'hot' and 'adorable'?
Though maybe she did feel a little guilty once she realized that Keith's personality wasn't cold but that the other just wasn't good at handling his own feelings. So maybe she found herself growing a small crush on Keith the more she got to know the guy, but it was still obvious that he held no interest for her, which in return made her question herself.
Was she pretty enough? Was she too tall? Was her body not to his liking? What type of girl did he like and how could she become that girl? It was a known fact that once Lana 'Lance' McClain fell in love, she gave her entire heart. Which made it that much harder when the person who she gave her all to would break it into tiny little pieces. Just like He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, who she began dating for a little while back at the Garrison before she caught him with his tongue shoved down some other girl's throat.
Never again did Lance want to go through such pain and turmoil. The pain that filled her heart when she stumbled upon that scene and then having the guy coldly rejected her, before walking off with the other girl, tore at her heart and self-worth. This made Lance question everything about her personality and her appearance, and it got to such a bad stage, that it took both Hunk and Pidge to snap her out of it.
"Hey. Who made cake?" Hearing that familiar voice, Lance saw Keith step into the kitchen. It was Pidge who answered him with a mouth stuffed with cake. Though, Lance found herself too busy staring at Keith's appearance.
'He really is cute. Hot even, but... Why won't he like me?' Lance found herself asking, feeling tears sting her eyes.
"Lance can bake?" Keith was caught by surprise with this new piece of information, turning his eyes towards the girl on the floor, but when he looked at her, Keith saw that tears were beginning to gather in Lance's eyes, which admittedly caused him to worry and his heart to sting.
"Buddy, what's wrong?" It was Hunk's concerned voice that asked first, after noticing the way Keith expression had change and once he looked in Lance's direction, now noticing that there were tears gathered up in her eyes. Even Pidge looked deeply concerned for the blue-eyed girl.
Feeling something wet run down her face, Lance noticed that she was crying. "So stupid..." she muttered, talking about her current state of emotions, and before anyone could get another word in, Lance ran out of the kitchen. Keith was about to chase after her until Hunk stopped him.
"I think we should let her be for now. When she gets like this, it's better to approach her after she calms down," advised Hunk, though Keith looked as if he still wanted to run after her until Pidge backed him up.
"Just be patient and wait, Keith, before you go and make things worse by being your impatient self." Pidge pulled on his jacket, shooting him a glare.
"But why was she crying? What happened to Lance to make her that way?" There was desperation in Keith's voice, wanting to know what made the girl, who was always fooling around, wearing a smile, making others happy, cry and look so sad. Sharing a look, neither Pidge nor Hunk knew how to answer that question.