>1st Person POV<> Easiest one <
After hours of nagging, I finally agreed to having a girls night with Allura and Pidge. The two seemed adamant that I joined and I began to realise why as the night went on.
A few days earlier, Pidge had set up wifi and given everyone onboard an awesome phone, which apparently connected anywhere in the ship! They already had each others numbers inputted and now we hardly even saw Keith or Pidge, them having texted us if they wanted food.
Allura and I were painting our nails when Pidge came running in, locking the door behind her. Before she could say anything, there was a pounding on the door followed by an angry voice.
"PIDGE HOLT GIVE ME THE GODDAMN PHONE BEFORE I BLAST THIS DOOR DOWN!" Pidge threw the phone at me and made sure the door was fully locked. Allura carried on, as if she was used to this type of behaviour.
"PIDGE SERIOUSLY I HAVE PERSONAL STUFF ON THERE!"
"Not having it."
"ALLURAAAAAAA! DONT YOU DARE GO THROUGH MY MESSAGES EITHER!"
"Wait, so you stole Keith's phone and left yours?" Pidge nodded, Allura slapping her arm for making her mess up braiding Pidges hair. As she rubbed the spot that got hit, we heard Keith and someone else talking loudly outside the door. Pidge slowly tapped your leg and whispered,
"It's Hunk... he knows my passcode."
I reached to grab my phone until everything outside went quiet. A notification broke the silence and there was a shuffling from behind the door. I swiped open the message and saw it was from 'Pidge'.
Clearly the two thought they would try to trick me. However, they didn't know that Allura and I were even in Pidge's room so I decided to play along, let them have their fun.
It took them about an hour to figure out that I was, infact, with Pidge and that I knew exactly what was going on. She and Allura has been going through Keith's phone for a while and would look up at me every few minutes and then back to the phone. From the reflection in Pidge's glasses, I saw that they were looking at his messages to what looked like Lance? The name at the top was 'Pain in the Ass' so I kinda just guessed.
Finally, Pidge sat next to me and pushed the phone into my hands. She smirked and simply nudged me, indicating that there was something rather interesting.
[By now, Keith is on Pidge's phone, you are on Keith's phone and Pidge is on yours... I needed to put this, even I got confused]
[Messages between Keith (left) and Lance (right)]
Duuuuuude you need to tell her!
No way!
Wait why am I even talking to you about it?!
It's not like you've ever had a proper crush on a girl...
Course I have I just don't show it
You mean, you flirt till she falls for it?
Shut up this about you
Uuuugh do I have to?
Yes! Otherwise someone else will
Who else..?
No one on the ship dummy
Hm fine... when?
Do it tonight
Why tonight?
I don't know just tonight!!
Reeeaaallly re-evaluating this decision
Don't! I'm an expert
Sure you are
Look, tell (Y/N) tonight and I'm sure she will feel the same way
And if she doesn't?
Ummmm idk never been in that situation
LANCE
Ok ok if she doesn't feel the same way then just accept it and move on.... admire from a distance
Fine tonight it is
YESSSSSS
I finished the conversation and stood up. I knew Keith was still there but Hunk had left before. I unlocked the door, ignoring Pidge's shouts that she'll die and it slid open to reveal a very red and awkward Keith, clutching Pidge's phone. I glanced down and saw it open on my messages.
Keith ran his hands through his mullet and looked away.
"So erm... you did go through my phone?" He stole a glare at Pidge, who was hiding behind Allura.
"Yeah, you went through hers too. Makes you guys pretty even." You smiled and stepped forward.
"Find anything interesting?"
Keith's face turned redder than his lion and his eyes met mine.
"Maybe? I don't know how to reply though."
Quiznak, he's so cute sometimes...
"Let me reply for you..." I lay one hand on Keith's shoulder and the other on his hand. I reached his eye level and pressed my lips lightly against his. We both closed our eyes and he pulled me closer, placing both hands on my hips.
"That... is the best reply I could ask for."
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Super short, super crap, super duper ready for a Christmas one though ;)
-Charlie-
