Model Romance| Klance

Part Three

Lance groaned and laid immobile on his bed. His morning clock had woken him up but he wanted nothing more but to go to bed. His eyes cracked open, for a moment he couldn't remember what he did last night that had him so exhausted.

"Oh yeah," He mumbled into the pillow. A tired smile found its place on Lance's face as he remembered his almost all-nighter with Keith the previous night. They had been messaging each other for a few weeks and had already fallen into a routine.

His hand searched underneath his pillow until he found the rectangle that was his phone. He slipped the phone out and propped his chin on his pillow so that he could actually see the screen. He opened up his phone and loaded up snapshat. When the camera popped up he took a picture of his messy bed head and forehead, there was just enough light to be seen.

[Lancing King: It's morning and I want to be back in bed]

After he captioned the picture he sent it to Keith. He yawned and rolled so that he was lying on his back. He rubbed the top of his hair.

"I need a haircut." He mumbled, he checked his twitter and replied to his group chats. His phone buzzed with a notification, he pulled it down and smiled. He clicked on the notification, it took him to Snapchat. "Little early for him to be up." Lance yawned.

The snapshot opened and he was blessed with a breathtaking photo of Keith. It was just his face but the sun was behind him and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He didn't look like he was trying to take a decent photo, the camera angle was in an awkward potion.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: Good morning. I like your hair.]

Lance smiled and resisted screenshotting. He sent another picture aimed just at his hair this time.

[Lancing King: I like your everything. 2 questions, why are you so hot in the morning. And why are you up so early.]

Keith sent him a picture in return. It was evident he was blushing and his eyes weren't looking at the camera.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: I had a photo shoot, and I'm not hot. It's just warm out.]

Lance rolled his eyes and sent a picture of just his forehead.

[Lancing King: Shut up you're the hottest person I've ever talked to. And what type of photoshoot.]

Keith sent a picture of a rock, it looked like it was on sand.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: Guess]

Lance thought for a moment, he rolled out of his bed and fell to the floor. On certain days it was just the best way to wake himself up. He crawled up and grabbed the curtain string, he adjusted it so that more light shone in the room. He took a picture of him squinting in the sun.

[Lancing King: Well I can already guess that you're going to look amazing, and there's sand. SO surfer dude?]

Keith's picture back was him with more hair on his face. It looked intentionally messy but it still looked like just a model posing.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: Actually no. It was a really interesting shoot...It's a little embarrassing. Check my Instagram.]

Lance smiled and took a picture of just his nose.

[Lancing King: Is that shameless self-promo I see???]

Keith sent a picture of him rolling his eyes, he looked like he snapped it just before he smiled.

[Kute Keith Kocaine: shut up, and your nose looks very nice. Snap me back when you see it.]

Lance left Keith on read and exited the app. He went on Instagram, there was already a notification that the person he followed posted a few new pictures. He went to Keith's profile and scrolled downward.