• t r a p p e d • ~ klance fic ~

•trapped• part VI

"Umm, let me delete some stuff first."

I'd already planned for this so I may have already deleted all my pictures of him from back at the Garrison and all my extremely embarrassing texts to Hunk about how much I liked Keith so I had nothing to worry about.

"No way! Give it here."

I crammed him against the side of one of the walls and started wrestling him for it.

//Keith's POV - First Person / Second Person //

What is he doing? He can not have my phone. He also can not be this close to me.

His chest was pushed against mine and his hand pinned one of my wrists to the wall. I let out an embarrassing sound when he pushed himself against me.

"Keith!" he said through heavy laughter. "What was that?!"

"Nothing!" I felt my face getting hot. I really wanted to hide my face in my bangs but someone decided putting my hair like a schoolgirl's was a brilliant idea and now, all my front hair was wound in a French braid.

"Did you just... moan?"

"No!"

"You totally did!"

"I'm a hormonal, teenage boy, leave me alone."

"Whatever, just give me your phone."

"No way! I can't do that!"

My whole Tumblr is anonymous comments on the Garrison chat thread about how cool Lance is and how much I admire him. I mean, I don't like him or anything, but I kinda admire him and I don't want him to know that. Also I have like one or two... dozen, photos of Lance, but it's just to make fun of him, I swear. But I really can't let him see those. Also I may have an anonymous thirst account where I solely post pictures of myself with my face cropped out and my body looking great. But it's too embarrassing to let him see.

Oh quiznack, he knocked my phone out of my hand.

"Keith, what's the password? Wait nevermind there isn't one."

I lived in the middle of the desert, alone, I never needed a password. I regret that now.

"Give it back!" Oh quiznack, quiznack, quiznack.

"Here, take my phone and shut up. Password is 52623." (a/n this is l-a-n-c-e on an apple number pad <3)

// Lance's POV - First Person / Second Person //

I can't believe I have his phone. And that he didn't have a password on it.

I opened Instagram.

Woahhhhh, his first DM is a picture he received of a cutie with some nice abs and a considerable um, package.

"Who's this hottie with a body?" I tilted the phone so he could see the screen.

"Lance! That's me!" His face was burning up.

"Really?! But it says you received the image...?"

"Lance, check the username. I sent myself the photo when I got my new, anon account, the person who sent it is my personal account."

"Oh... I mean congrats though, it's a nice picture. Wait, if this isn't your personal account, what account is this?"

"Nothing! Don't worry about it!"

I checked the home profile page.

Eye-candy everywhere. There were dozens of shirtless and risqué pictures of Keith. His hair was in a bun or ponytail in some of them, too. I had no idea he was this hot. I'm kind of dying right now.

"Lance! Get off the page, it's embarrassing!"

"Dude, no homo, but it's really hot."

"Can you please embarrass me about something else now?"

"You asked for it. Hmm... photo gallery!"

"Wait! Lance! My nudes might be in there, please, no!"

"Fine, you have one dobash to delete all of your nudes," I kept a tight grip on his phone so he wouldn't take it back, but I tilted the screen towards him and let him delete whatever he absolutely needed to delete. Because my hand was on the phone but he needed to keep it steady, he wrapped his hand around mine a little. I had a miniature heart attack but I don't even think it blipped his radar.

"Time's up, mullet."

"Please, one more dobash."

"Nope."

Woah. He has way more selfies than I'd ever imagine him having. I always thought he'd be the type to never take selfies. I guess when you're that pretty, and you're bored in the middle of a shack in the desert you gotta pass time somehow. I scrolled through his photos looking for something that would pique my interest. I stopped when I saw this gorgeous boy with blue eyes who kind of took my breath away.

"Why do you have a picture of me?"

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This is so self-indulgent. Mostly fluff but prep for Langst next chapter. Sorry this chapter is so messy I'm writing it on an hour of sleep at 6 am. You know what I'm going to say... comment <3

I'll have more substance and good writing next week