A Secret Crush

Perfect

Lance had gotten done with his bath and was now playing on his bed. Thinking. About the prisoners. About the mission. About home. About... Keith.

Lance closed his eyes and sighed. Annoying Keith. How he acted like he was better then everyone. The way he talked towards Lance like he could do better. The way he smiled slightly at Lance's jokes. How he wrinkled his nose when he was thinking. How he stuck his tongue out slightly when he was riding red...

Lance chuckled to himself. One of these days he's going to bite it bad. His eyes shot open as he sat up straight. What the hell was he thinking?! It's not that he liked Keith. Right?

He thudded back down onto his bed in a frustrated moan, "Who am I kidding?" He muttered in painful defeat. "How could I have a chance with someone so... perfect."

Lance threw his arm over his eyes as he tried to go to sleep. Trying to stop thinking about the red paladin. Though his attempt for rest was disrupted to a knocking at his door. He groaned, not moving from his bed.

"Come in! It's unlocked." He yelled. Lance kept his eyes closed as the door opened and whomever walked in turned the lights on.

"Hey bro, foods ready. Come on." Hunks voice said to the tired boy. Lance grumbled in protest. Not wanting to get up from his bed. Hunk smirked at his best friend, knowing his weakness.

"Welp..." he started, "You're missing out... Keith has his hair up." Hunk walked out the room smirking to himself as he heard Lance jolt upwards.

"You're cruel Hunk! Very very cruel!" Lance shouted after him.

Hunk was the only one that he told of his infinitive like towards Keith. Hunk now used this knowledge to either tease and/or get Lance to do something.

Lance quickly put on his jacket and ran out after Hunk. Sulking in embarrassment as his friend smirked at him. Lance growled under his breath as he turned into the dining room. Low and behold, there was Keith. In a ponytail.

Keith looked up at the two and made eye contact with Lance. "Look who finally arrived." He grumbled after swallowing his bite. Lance gulped as he looked at Keith's bare neck and heat rushed to his face.

"I was sleeping Keith. Something you probably never heard of." Lance retorted. Keith glared at this comment, "I know what sleep is. It's something you do a little to often."

Lance scoffed and sat down at the table and looked at the meal Hunk had made. "This looks amazing Hunk! Thank you." Lance thanked and dug in. Hunk nodded to show he registered it, not wanted to talk with a full mouth.

Keith took a sip of his milk and looked at nothing in particular. Leaving a milk mustache on his face. It wasn't that noticeable on Keith's pale skin. But Lance noticed and chuckled.

"You growing a mustache mullet?" Lance snorted and Keith looked at him in confusion.

"What?"

"I noticed a milkstache on your face... you trying a new look?"

Keith quickly caught on a wiped his top lip. Getting the milk off with a scowl. Shiro was smirking at the situation along with Pidge. Hunk had no idea what was going on. Coran and Allura didn't know what a 'milkstache' was and neither did they care.

Keith had resisted the temptation to dump his cup of milk on Lance and resorted to flicking mashed potatoes at him instead.

A glob of the potatoes landed right on Lance's face, and he slowly turned to look at his attacker, whom was biting his bottom lip smiling, and trying not to laugh.

Lance took his cup of water and threw it at Keith mercilessly. Getting some on Shiro in the process. Keith was soaking wet and he looked down at himself.

"You did not just do that." He said holding back a smile.

Lance crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. Mashed potato still on his cheek.

"I think I just did."

Allura smirked and got up along with Pidge and Coran. Trying to escape before anything happened. Shiro, even if it was an accident, was effected from Lance's attack. And he was pissed. Hunk stayed only because he wanted to see how the situation played out. So he had moved to where he wouldn't be involved.

Keith scoffed taking off his soaking wet, red jacket and smacked it in Lance's face, making Lance wet too. Shiro covered his mouth and laughed.

Lance quickly grabbed the jacket, ripped it out of Keith's hands and booked it.

He heard Keith scream after him and smiled. He balled up the jacket and turned a corner into their room's corridors. Lance quickly ducked into his room and stuffed the jacket under his mattress and hurried out of his room. As soon as he got out Keith was right their.

"QUIZNACK!" Lance yelped before hightailing it the opposite direction of him.

Keith grabbed Lance's hood and right then, he was glad the zipper was broken. Lance let his jacket yank off of him and ran into the elevator.

Clicking the close button about a thousand times and the doors closed just in time. He clicked a floor and as soon as the doors opened he ran. He was in his lion's docking bay. Panting heavily, Lance climbed into his Lion and put the force field on again.

Keith came up the stairs and looked at Lance's lion. Keith screamed up at him, knowing he was in there.

"LANCE! Give me my damn jacket!"

Lance climbed out of his Lion, the force field still on, "Sorry mullet. I don't have your jacket!" Lance smirked holding his hands up.

Keith growled deep in his chest, "It's in your Lion! Go and get it!"

Lance shrugged, "I have no idea what you're talking about. It's not in my Lion." He said smirking.

Even with the bullshit Lance was pulling. Keith could tell that he wasn't lying. He yelled out of frustration. "Please give me my jacket back." He moaned. Rage still clear in his eyes.

Lance looked at Keith. At him trying to be polite. And touched the force field making it go up for him to walk through.

He walked vast Keith and kept going, "Fine... come on."

Keith ran after the boy, staying slightly behind him. The way he walked and how his mouth was a natural smile. He was perfect. To perfect for a broken person like him.