Sad Story:
Pidge's fingers pounded on every key. Her skin was pale and dark circles creeped from underneath her brown eyes. Every line of coding reflected on her glasses. Pidge wasn't one to drink coffee. If she had the option, she would choose hot cocoa. Despite this, she had gulped down three cups in three hours.
All Lance could do was watch with his lip stuck between his clenched teeth. If he could bleed, his lip would have busted from the pressure. He had to do something.
Then an idea popped in his head.
Shiro.
He could get Shiro involved! He could talk some sense into Keith and Pidge and- wait no. Shiro would not handle Ghost Lance very well. He would be patronizing, but still investigate. He would end up contradicting himself.
Lance blinked.
He couldn't get Shiro directly involved, but maybe he could get Allura's attention. Shiro had a soft-spot for her, anyway. Besides, according to Allura, she was able to see her dad's spirit for a period after his death. It wouldn't be farfetched if Allura confronted Shiro about Lance.
That's that, then, Lance decided. He was going to talk to Allura.
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Happy Story:
Lance stood in the guest room. He would often stay over at Keith's for one reason or another. Most of the time, it would be due to Keith's awkward invitation because the Cuban missed his family so much.
Lance's mind fabricated figures based on memories he had in the room. For instance, he could see himself sick with the stomach flu and Keith taking care of him in the adorkable way he did. Keith would watch movies with him until he fell asleep. He couldn't understand a word of it, but did his best to participate by providing commentary based on what he could see on the screen. It made Lance laugh so hard that it would make his gut even sorer, though. Worth it.
The boy's feet started hovering off the floor about an inch or so. The silence made his ears ring terribly.
It was abruptly interrupted by the sound of stomping. Lance whirled his head around to face the open door. He heard a thud. The coordinated Keith had tripped and fallen. He was quick to pick himself up and return to the room. His body leaned against the doorframe. Keith dripping was sweat. His body heaved with every breath and his hands shook. His mouth was slightly agape, and the ghost could hear faint panting. On his face was the Ghost Goggles.
"L-Lance," he panted
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Sorry for the delay and short chapter! I have had a lot of medical stuff come up and this story is actually difficult to write to an extent. Anyway, I may do a side fic of songs tied with stories. Y'know, Songfics. Anyway, bye! Thank you so much for the support! Don't forget to comment!