6: "Okay, so that was an insult."

Lance POV:

Lance didn't know what to do now, espically since he was ignoring Hunk's teasing, as they were walking down to Lance's house. It was almost time for the street lights to come on. But something Hunk said got into his head. "You know, I think he might slowly be falling for you, man." Lance stopped, causing Hunk to stop as well, and he leaned against a lamppost. "And just why-?" But he saw it. Over on the other side of the street, somewhat weird and mostly suspicious, was that biker taking pictures of him with a handheld camera. Wait-what was his name again? Lance smirked, and ran a hand through his hair, looking straight at the guy. He noticed how beautiful the biker's dark, purple gray eyes were, and tried to silently communicate to him. Hey, cutie! The biker took another pic. And his eyes seemed to say, Me? Lance wrapped his hand around the pole, and leaned forward on one foot, smiling out into the distance. Another pic. He looked back at the guy. You wanna hang out tomorrow? He hoped his eyes sent the message. But, they most likely did, because the biker's eyes replied, Oh, uh, I guess, but I don't know you. Lance wrapped his arm around Hunk's shoulder, and smiled up at his best friend, which made another picture. He whispered in Hunks ear. "I got him to hang out with me tomorrow!" Hunk smiled back, another picture yet again. He looked back at the guy. "Hey, I didn't get your name, beautiful!" He flirted. The other guy stopped, and Lance swore he saw a tint of red to his cheeks as he answered, "Its Keith! And you?" Lance smirked. "Lance! See you tomorrow?" Keith nodded, and walked off, cool as ever.

Keith's POV:

That silent conversation hadn't been what he expected. He'd gotten some good pics after Lance found out, but the way his blue orbs had talked to him, his soft lips not uttering a word.....he found it poetic. And he was hanging out with Lance tomorrow. A guy he didn't know. But he thought Lance was kinda hot. Ok, maybe super hot. Not now, gay thoughts! He chided himself. Lance probably didn't even like him back in that way. But, then yet, it was possible. Only one way to find out, Keith. He told himself, headed home, excited to sort through the pictures he had taken. In order from best to worst, naturally. There was something about Lance....something that drew Keith in. His brown hair....it looked so soft. His blue orbs.....looked like they had only saw the good parts about Keith, none of the flaws. And the way he flirted.....brought a sense of clarity to Keith's mind. What type of magic spell had that boy cast upon him?! Why, oh why, did Keith have to be gay?! Actually, why did Keith have to even exist, since his only purpose seemed to be getting embarrassed, ignored, and somehow flirted with? That was the question he wished he knew the answer to. But, sadly, he didn't hold any answers that would help him. Not in this case.