~my boy~

~part 2~

~lance's p.o.v~

'Nonononononono!! Why is this happening to me?!'

He was now in class, sitting next to a complete 'A'-grade-douche-bag aka "Mullet-Head" called Keith.

'I can't believe that I thought this guy was hot!'  Thought Lance, 'Well, he is, but he's still a total dickwad'!

~keith's p.o.v~

Just when he thought his day was at an all-time-low, their teacher, Mr. Shirogane, had announced that he would be sitting next to this "Lance."

'Great. Just completely, f*cking great.'

Keith snuck another look at the blue-eyed boy.

'Just because he looks like a snacc doesn't mean that he has the right to get in my way!'

As per usual, Keith gave no attention to what they were covering in class. While he was smart, he saw no need to contribute. Too much energy and a waste of time. Lance, on the other hand, was scribbling down notes like there was no tomorrow. 

'How boring,' thought Keith.

Somewhat annoyed, he looked away.

~lance's p.o.v~

He could feel Keith's stare "penetrating" him so he furiously returned the look. Mullet-Head was the first to break his gaze.

'Ha,' thought lance assuming he'd won, 'no one can escape my stank-eye!' 

All of a sudden, Mullet-Head turned back towards him, pulling a face so funny it made Lance giggle uncontrollably.

'And how old, exactly is this guy??!'  Lance thought, unable to stop giggling.

~keith's p.o.v~

He only did it because he was so fucking bored, and "Blue-Eye's" reaction made it more than worth it. He had never seen a guy look so cute while laughing, except laughing wasn't the right word to describe what Blue was doing; it was a much gentler sound than that-

'Giggling!' Keith thought, 'he giggles like a girl.'

Somehow this realisation warmed his heart. 

They two of them kept at it; Keith pulling faces and Lance "giggling," until they remembered they weren't supposed to be getting along. Their fun together ended as abruptly as it had begun.

~lance's p.o.v~

Before long, it was lunchtime, and unusually Lance hadn't gotten a single piece of work done, thanks to a certain mulleted individual.

"Stupid Mullet-Head," muttered Lance.

"Lance!" Called a voice, catching him by surprise.

He turned to see Pidge and Hunk, his closest friends, running towards him.

"I can't believe they separated us!" Wailed Pidge, clinging to his waist (which was extremely unusual as Pidge wasn't usually a cuddly person).

"Hey guys!" Said Lance, gently ruffling Pidge's hair like he did with his sister.

"Anyway, what the heck are you wearing??" Asked Pidge, pushing him away, taking in Lance's shredded jeans and (cropped-to-the-gods) hoodie.

"C'mon Pidge, this is Lance we're talking about!" Hunk reminded her, chuckling.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Lance asked haughtily.

"Um nothing..?" Hunk said, wanting to keep the peace.