Grinded Gears: A Klance/Shallura Fanfiction

Chapter 2

When Lance awoke the next morning, he felt refreshed and confident. He even managed to wake up fifteen minutes before his alarm. Today was an important day, after all. He had to make sure his look trumped Keith's. He sincerely doubted that would be a challenge.

Slipping out of bed, he grabbed a towel and made his way into the bathroom to shower and wash his face. Honestly, he couldn't believe he'd forgotten his meticulous routine last night. Ever since middle school, Lance had always washed his face every chance he got. It would be a nightmare to be labeled "pizza face." In his opinion, it would be best to skip that part of adolescence.

Lance started by brushing his teeth, flossing, and using mouth wash. He then turned on the shower and stripped, stepping in once the water had warmed. He made sure to shampoo and condition his hair, letting the conditioner sit for a moment before washing his body and his face thoroughly.

As he washed himself, Lance couldn't help but yet again ponder the ever mysterious Keith. Was he really as good as everyone said? What did he look like? He huffed and stuck his head back under the water. He shouldn't care. He's already spent too much time thinking about him. Besides, he would find out soon enough.

Once the conditioner was rinsed out, he shut off the water and exited, drying himself off with the towel. He moved on to the next phase of his routine by applying one of his favorite mud masks. Sighing in content, he blowdried and styled his hair before washing the mask off.  He rifled through his basket of toiletries and plucked out a deep pore cleanser, wiping down his face. Satisfied with his work, he walked back to his room, towel draped loosely around his waist, and made his way over to his vanity.

Yes, Lance had a vanity.

He looked through his collection of lotions before selecting his favorite shea moisturizer and rubbing a fair dose on his arms, legs, feet, and chest. He smiled to himself in the mirror, ecstatic over the glow of his skin and the sparkle of his pearly teeth.

It was unlikely that he would be starting work today. That's what he was banking on, at least. He didn't necessarily have the job yet. Keeping this in mind, he decided to look cute.

It was blazing hot out. Or so the weather said. So, he decided to go with a pair of white shorts and a blue short-sleeved button down. He also strapped on his favorite watch, which didn't really work but was good for the aesthetic. To finish it off, he slipped on his vans.

Lance looked himself over in his full length mirror. He loved to take care of himself. He enjoyed feeling nice and clean and took pride in looking good. Well, good was an understatement. Lance always looked hot, just as he did right now. And why shouldn't he? He deserved to feel good, and no one would tell him otherwise.

He smirked to himself.

Keith was going to be so jealous.

He wasn't quite done yet, however. Sitting down at his vanity, he swiped some chapstick and lip gloss over his lips and darkened his lashes with mascara. His eyebrows were already on point, as usual, so he left them be. The final touch was a bit of highlighter on his nose and cheeks to complete the look.

No one really ever said anything to him about wearing makeup now and again. It was never enough to be noticed, but, even if he were to be made fun of, he didn't care. Gender roles were for chumps anyway.

He glanced over at his phone. The time was 11:13, and he had a text from Hunk, which was sent over an hour ago.

Hulk👾: Pidge told me the good news last night. Im glad youre actually gonna do it with us man. Well be there to pick you up at around 11:30. That okay?