[Your POV]

"That wasn't me."

He looked confused, shocked, and even a bit worried.

"What? How was that NOT you? You're the only one besides the others from Voltron that would know my phone number and locker combo. I'm not the most popular muffin, y'know. And who would leave me roses? Who would leave me a rose?!"

Even I was a bit shocked at this point, but still. Lance could just be messing with me.

"You're perfectly fine being not-super-popular but Y/N. I'm telling the truth."

He gingerly picked up my hands in his own, staring into my eyes with the most serious look in his I had ever even seen.

"There's gotta be someone else who would know your number and combo. Nobody from Voltron would do this, not even me. It's too soon for that kind of thing."

I quietly giggled at his last words, and softly squeezed his hands.

"Lance... What am I gonna do?"

He sighed.

"Do you think they know where you live?"

I hesitated before nodding.

"T-they even know what my room looks like..."

Lance let go of one of my hands and began walking me home.

"Your dad wouldn't mind me staying over, would he? We can take this to the police there. You've been through enough so far."

I nodded a bit, somewhat relieved that Lance was here, even though it honestly would have just been better if everything were from him in the first place. He reassuringly squeezed my hand.

"It'll be okay..."

But the way he trailed off, all I could think of was negative.

You hope...

-Tem Skeip-

Lance and I now sat together, sitting before a few police detectives and the evidence. They kept reading through the letters and looking at the evidence. The roses, the letters, the everything! I shuddered, and Lance softly squeezed my hand, and gave me a look of "It's gonna be okay." I sighed, and he softly smiled. He calmed me like no other could.

"All we can do right now is place security with you while we search for more info."

     Lance nodded.

"I'll stay with her, too."

     The detective put a hand up, gesturing him to step back a bit.

"You're still a suspect."

     Lance gasped.

"WHAT?!"

     I squeezed his hand again.

"Lance... It's understandable. They don't know you at all... But sir, I trust him, and request he stays with me."

     The detective sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"If your guardian approves, along with the placement of security cameras in your room."

     I nodded.

"Can I ask him now?"

     The detective nodded.

"I believe we're done here."

[Chapter End]