Solving Keith

He's too tall

Lance got off the bus as quickly as possible, not sparing Keith a glance as he pushed open the doors and headed to the commons area.

If you arrived before the bell, you had to wait in the commons and weren't allowed to roam the halls. So Lance huffs and searches the lunchroom for his best friends.

"Lance! Over here!" He turns around, finally spotting them over by the windows.

"Hey!" Lance sings, "I missed you so much," Lance exclaims, happily accepting Hunk's hug.

Hunk was, as his name suggests, big.

He's six-foot-three and one of the strongest people Lance knows. Hunk's strength and size is intimidating on the surface, but inside is a big softie and almost always has handmade desserts at the ready. He's definitely one of those people who will cry every single time he watches the notebook, even though he already knows the ending.

Lance met him in Seventh grade, and, back then, Hunk was just a little chubby. They've grown up a lot. The growing was mostly Hunk, though. Lance was just about the same as he was then.

"Hey, losers."

Lance pulls away from Hunk to wave at his other friend. She was a small girl, maybe four-foot-eleven or five feet tall. She had light brown hair that she kept in a ruffled pixie, away from her neck. She had the cutest little button nose and big chunky glasses, which she always had to keep pushing back up.

"Hey, Pigeon," Lance says, smiling. "Late night?"

Katie, better known as Pidge, grumbles as she plops her head down on the table. "Being a super genius is, like, super hard."

"What were you doing this time?"

"Creating a high-tech, fully functional prosthetic arm for one of Matt's friends."

He finally understood what she was saying for once.

"Shiro, right?" Hunk asks, leaning his arms on the table.

"Yup," Pidge yawns, pulling her hood over her head. "He's had the same one for years and it's super stiff. Squeaky joints and what not. Anyways, what's up with you guys?"

"Nothing much with me," Hunk says, stretching. "What about you, Lance? Anything interesting going on with you?"

"Nah, nothing much," Lance shrugs, scratching his head absently. "I had to start riding the bus, ya'know, cuz of Veronica. So, that sucks."

"Ew," Pidge shudders. "You have to wake up at like five in the morning- or, well, knowing you, you'll have to wake up at like four to do all your skincare and makeup and clothes," she mumbles, gesturing to Lance.

"Excuse me for wanting to be beautiful," Lance huffs. "Not everyone can just roll out of bed and come to school in their pajamas."

"Does any of that skin care stuff even work? Seems pointless to me," Pidge grumbles, pushing those glasses up on that small nose.

"Of course it does! Look at his skin!"

"Thank you, Hunk," Lance beams, placing a hand on Hunk's arm. "I'm glad at least someone is appreciating my effort."

"Whatever. How was the ride, then?" Pidge asks.

"Well, it was fine," Lance says slowly. "The guy I was sitting with was the problem."

"Ooh~ spill," Hunk demands, clapping his hands, his interest piqued.

"He was so fine," Lance groans, rolling his eyes. "He had, like, this wolfcut: fluffy, black hair; badass scar on his cheek; pretty lips- oh, my god, he was literally gorgeous," Lance moans, "and he was huge- like taller than Hunk!"