"C'mon, I'll even buy you lunch."

Keith's lips quirked up, phone held to his ear. "You're making it really hard to say no, Pidge." He got a cackle in reply. "That's the point, hothead. I'll see you in a few hours, yeah? Bye." The call cut off, signaling the other being had hung up on him. With an eye roll he set the phone down, finishing up the last sentence on his report.

He's been friends with Pidge for awhile now. They had met through Shiro's best friend Matt, Pidge being Matt's younger sibling. Back in high school they pretended to hate each other but if one really had known them, they were good friends. Pidge always seemed to know what was best for him.

Powering off his laptop he hopped in the shower. The water was cold and he hissed slightly as it ran across his burn. The wound had started peeling, leaving flakes of skin across his clothes which was annoying but as long as he didn't have it out at work he would be fine.

Stepping out after a quick wash he patted himself dry and got dressed. Black jeans and a red shirt. A quick glance outside told him that it was likely to rain so he put on a pair of his boots and grabbed a jacket, securing his wild hair in a beanie. He had some errands to run before meeting Pidge.

The 23 year old walked to the closest bank, taking out only a little so he could go grocery shopping. He didn't buy anything expensive, sticking to the off brand products that were cheaper. He kept the prices on his phone, typing them into his calculator to make sure he didn't go over his budget.

He stopped at a few other places before it started raining, the raven haired man running home in the downpour. He was soaked but managed to save his groceries thanks to the bags being tied shut. He got into his apartment building, trying not to track water everywhere as he got to his floor and room.

When he reached his door he stretched out his hand, going to unlock it but was surprised to find it already unlocked. He set his stuff down, slowly opening the door. He saw feet sticking up over the edge of his couch, kicking back and forth leisurely. He crept forward before launching himself over the back, getting a startled yelp from ginger hanging off his couch.

"What the hell Keith?" The raven laughed, laying beside his friend. "What do you mean what the hell? You're the idiot who broke into my apartment." The honey eyed being held up a green key. "You gave me your spare, asshole." Keith rolled his eyes. "Warn me next time you're planning on coming into where I live. Now get your ass up and come help me."

Pidge did indeed help Keith bring his stuff in, getting everything put away even as the younger pouted. "You got me all wet. Did you seriously forget an umbrella?" Keith rolled his eyes. "Maybe I don't have an umbrella, genius." The ginger furrowed their brow but didn't reply.

Keith hung up his jacket, beanie falling loose as he shook his head. "So is lunch cancelled or?" Pidge rolled their eyes. "I'm still buying you lunch. Might want to dine in today." The raven snorted. "So what you're telling me is to order something and have them bring it here?" The shorter shrugged. "Well I mean, I'm letting you pick what to eat."

The taller huffed and grabbed his phone, getting them Chinese. Egg rolls for Pidge, Sweet and Sour chicken for him. The duo settled down and Keith motioned to his room. "I could grab my laptop. Movie day?" Pidge shook their head. "We need to talk about something."

Keith gave them a devastated look. "No, please. I can't handle breaking up! It can't be you, let me fix it!" he replied dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. The ginger snickered, honey orbs flashing with mirth before taking on a serious appearance. At the sight, the older sat up straight, his smile falling.

"Alright, what's up?" The college Junior stared at him a moment, a thoughtful expression on their face. Pidge sighed after a moment. "Lance is in town." Keith tensed at the words. "I already know." The ginger stared at him, confused. "How did you-" "He showed up at the restaurant. Blonde on his opposite."

Honey softened and the look made him squirm. He didn't enjoy being pitied. "I'm sorry, Keith." They look away for a moment before standing. The raven watched as they walked over to one of his drawers, opening it and pulling out some sticky notes and a pen. Pidge scrawled something on the paper before ripping it off, replacing everything and then handing it to him. He stared at the 10 digits.

"He wants to talk to you. Apologize, make it up, whatever. He seemed sincere Keith and-" Keith cut them off. "No." Pidge sighed. "If you gave him a chance-" "I said no, Pidge."

The buzzing of his phone prevented the conversation from progressing forward. He grabbed it, answering the call. He walked around, talking for a minute before hanging up. He had an extra shift at the restaurant so he'd have to go in tomorrow. On the bright side it meant more cash. On the other hand it was a late shift after he'd just be getting off from stocking the grocery store shelves.

Sighing the raven looked back to his friend who just watched. Keith sighed. "I don't have the time to deal with him or any of that drama right now." Pidge sighed. "I know it's been awhile but it's clearly still-" the ginger stopped at the look they were receiving. "Fine. I won't bring it up again. If your promise to keep the number and at least try to call him."

Keith stared at the number he put on the table and groaning, he nodded. He just wanted them to drop the subject. Once that topic was done with the air became a little lighter as the ginger changed subjects. Their programming job was going well as were classes. They were able to stay in college a little longer after Keith took a two year break. That and he tried to transfer and only found a school to take him at the beginning of the year.

When the food arrived Pidge paid and they each curled up on one end of the couch with a box of Chinese in their hands. Keith did end up grabbing his laptop and they watched The Breakfast Club. Pidge had to leave by the credits and the friends bid each other goodbye, the shorter promising to call. Keith watched them before going back to grab his laptop.

Picking it up his eyes were drawn to the bright blue note with the number. He stared at it, the 10 digits searing into his head. He shook his head and left it behind, heading into his room.