Model Romance| Klance

Part Four

"Shit," Keith swore as his head jerked to the side, away from the hot iron. He took a deep breath and gave the frustrated hairdresser a look.

"Can you sit still for five seconds?" Shiro asked, his eyes were on his camera and he was flipping through the pictures he had taken.

"I would love to if I wasn't being burned every five fucking seconds." He took a deep breath and willed himself to go back to his original position.

"You're almost done anyway, this shoot should be quick. We can go eat after."

"What about keeping my figure?" Keith asked sarcastically, he took out his phone pulling up his messenger.

"You went on a run this morning, you'll be fine." Shiro sat on a chair near him and switched to his phone.

"Why did you take pictures of the scenery if I'm the model?" He clicked on Lance's number and sent him a message.

<Me: I'm tired, hungry, and if this damn hairdresser burns me one more time I'll throw a classic model tantrum and walk out.>

"I have a personal Instagram, I like scenery pictures. This place is great for that type of shit." Keith was mildly interested in Shiro's personal Instagram, he never actually took the time to check it.

<My Loser BF: What does a classic model tantrum include? Sorry I'm behind on my America's next top model>

Despite how irritated Keith felt he smiled and quickly replied.

<Me: It's just tears, demanding to be treated like a human, make everyone feel bad by comparing yourself to pin up doll, then stomping out. And you should watch ATM it's really good>

<Me: *ANTP>

<My Loser BF: Lmao I thought you wanted to watch ATM like the machine that gave out money, I was so confused>

<Me: Nope just the show, I like the recent seasons bc they have male models>

<My Loser BF: Why don't we watch it the first time I meet you irl>

"Why are you always on your phone lately?" Shiro asked he peeked up from his phone to look at Keith. Keith looked away from his phone and gave Shiro a deadpanned look.

"I'm a college student, why are you surprised?"

"Well, I'm used to you glaring into the mirror for the hour that it takes to get you ready. Now you're smiling, and frankly, I'm pretty concerned." Shiro had a half smile, Keith could see the smallest bits of pride.

"Leave me alone, I'm looking at...cat videos and shit." He mumbled and focused on texting Lance to keep a blush away.

<Me: I thought we were going to play all of Outlast, beginning to end?>

<My Loser BF: We're doing that too>

<Me: And then you said we were going to get me a hamster so that I could feel the love of an animal>

<My Loser BF: Don't worry we'll do that too>

<Me: We also have a ton of other shit to do. So what do you want to do first.>

<My Loser BF: Kiss you>

Keith's cheeks reddened, he took a moment to compose himself before replying.