3. Allura
Pidge's POV
I step out of Lance's room, my lips still tingling with the memory of this kiss he just gave me. I take a breath, hesitate for a second, and set off down the hallway. Thank goodness, Lance and I only have three more people to tell. Now, it's my responsibility to go tell two, while Lance only has to tell one. Not that I'm mad. Shiro and Allura are my responsibilities, and since Shiro's like my dad and Lance used to have a crush on Allura and it would be kind of awkward, it makes sense.
Finally I see the light from Allura's room, and I step carefully into the doorway.
"Um, Allura?" I ask, voice small. Shoot. The princess turns from watching the mice dance, a grin still on her face.
"Pidge!" She walks over to me, and I step into the room. "What can I help you with?"
"Well-" I squeak, then cut myself off as my voice jumps an octave. Allura chuckles, and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"What is it?" She says. I blink, biting my lip. Coran wasn't so bad. And Lance had an all right time telling Matt. Why should this be any different?
"Well..." I take a deep breath. "Lance and I are going out. Dating." I keep my eyes open, determined to keep my courage this time. I watch with puzzlement as Allura's eyes widen, and her brow furrows.
"What?"
"What are you...is something wrong?" I say. Allura steps back.
"Pidge," she says. "You do realize...we're in a war. You or Lance...could get hurt. We don't have time." She bites her lip. "I...wasn't expecting this."
"Allura...why are you so upset?" I ask, crossing my arms. "I don't get it."
"Pidge, I don't expect you to understand," she says, sitting down on her bed. "But...well, this is risky. Very risky. Do you get what I'm saying?"
"No." I say, voice rising. "I don't. Why is this a problem?"
"Because. It's just..." Her eyes fill with pain, and she looks away. "You wouldn't..."
"Don't tell me I wouldn't get it. Just tell me what's wrong with Lance and I going out!" My voice is at a shout now. I've never risen my voice at Allura. Ever. But now I'm seeing red and shaking. She has no right to be upset over this! I'm about to keep shouting, but I lose my voice when she turns back to me, tears in her eyes.
"Because I lost my father, and I loved him! Loved him more than anything." Her voice drops suddenly, from a cry to a whisper. "I don't want you to lose Lance." She brushes her hair behind her ear with a hand. "I'm sorry, Pidge. I don't mean to be angry with you."
I stand there for a moment, stunned.
"No, Allura." I say finally, stepping closer. "I'm sorry. I...should've looked at it from your perspective. This is my first war. So...I really don't see things the way you do. Sorry. But thanks for your concern." I try to smile, and meet Allura's eyes. She gives me a small smile back.
"Thank you, Pidge. I really am happy for you. You and Lance are going to be incredible together. I do hope he'll calm down after this." She and I chuckle. After we both take a breath, she gives me a wry grin. "Interesting that he chose the one girl he never flirted with."
"You're telling me," I say, sitting down beside her. "When we finally had...the talk...it was a shock to me. Nice, though."
"Is that why it bothered you when he flirted with other girls?"
"Yeah, actually," I say. I stare up at the ceiling. "Even when he flirted with you, it kinda hurt, you know."
"Well I'm glad that's over for you now. And I'm glad he chose you. You'll make each other very happy." I look back at her, and we laugh. I hop off the bed, and when my feet are on the floor, she stands too and gives me a hug. I freeze for a moment, but lean into the embrace.
"Thanks, Allura," I say, separating from her. After a wave, I walk out the door, feeling warm and fuzzy. That wasn't nearly so bad as I thought it was going to be. I think I've got this!