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Shit, shit, shit! Lance thought as he rushed down the street, his backpack bouncing with every step he took.

Cars passed him on the busy street, the drowning noise of the busy city created an intense soundtrack for Lance's racing mind.

He was late, and Shiro was going to have his head for it.

He had left on time, he really had, but, without thinking ahead, he left with very little time to spare, and as he was sitting in traffic within a rancid taxi, every second that ticked on was like a pounding shot of adrenaline.

The vehicle had been stalled in the same place for the past five minutes when Lance had reached into his pocket and thrown a twenty at the driver before shoving the car door open, hoping that he wasn't going to hit any vehicle beside him, and jumped out, shouting something along the line of, "keep the change!"

So here he was, rushing to make it to his internship on time, running into people who shouted and groaned as he forcefully made his way through the over-sized crowd.

His camera loosely thrown into his backpack knocked with his school work, each major jump that sent his backpack flying and slamming down onto his spine made his heart skip a beat. He had spent the last of his money to finally by a new camera, one that didn't involve a wrist strap, but one that professionals used. He may had been a simple intern for a photographer, but he wasn't going to show up looking like an amateur, even if that is what he was.

Lance was out of breath as he made it to the hotel where Shiro had set up the photo-shoot.

As he entered, he straightened his back and took a deep breath, hoping that it wouldn't seem like he had run the entire way there from the upper east side, but his reddened face gave it away anyways.

When he managed to find the ballroom where he was meant to be five minutes ago at the least, Shiro had already set up the lighting and backdrop. He had his camera raised to his face as he scrolled through tester photos.

"Look who finally made it," he said, not breaking eye contact with the screen.

"I'm sorry," Lance muttered, sarcastic replied scrolling around in his mind, just waiting to jump out. "But you see-"

As Lance tried to defend himself, Shiro sighed and looked up and over his shoulder.

"Lance, I don't want to here your excuses, no matter how well thought out they are. Just be happy that Matt was here and set everything up." Shiro gestured with his chin to where a young man with wide-set glasses stood, intensely typing at a tablet.

"Sorry," Lance muttered again, but this time in defeat. He slung his backpack over his should, carefully setting it down by a small desk with camera equipment.

"Oh, you're finally here," spoke a gentle voice with a calming accent.

When Lance looked up, he was greeted by the overwhelming natural beauty of supermodel Allura. Her soft hazel skin was flawless, her wavy silver hair - which she claimed was natural, but Lance wasn't falling for it – cascading smoothly over her shoulder, and she sported a flowing silk dress, pearl in colour. There was a reason she was a model, and Lance couldn't have been happier to intern for the privet-hire photographer Shiro whom was her main photographer.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Lance spoke as he rolled his eyes, heading over to the lighting to adjust it when Shiro simple pointed to it and twirled his finger.

They had gotten to the point in their relationship where Shiro didn't even need words to get after him, and he was proud of that!

"I thought you weren't going to show," Matt spoke up, a sly smile playing on his face, "but Allura had faith. Guess it still is never good to go against her in a bet."

"Ha ha, very funny, Holt."

"Lance," Allura spoke with a musical hint in her voice, smiling, "I always have faith in you."

"At least on person does," Lance shot out, darting his head around to face Matt, who still snickered behind his tablet.

"Lance," Shiro sighed again, bringing his camera away from his face.

"What?!"

"You fixed it?"

"Huh?" Lance stuttered, snapping back when he remembered what he was doing.

Fix the light, he thought.

"Oh, yeah, it's moved upwards."

"Good," Shiro said, moving his attention back to the stunning beauty that was getting back into place for one more round of testing. "We should be starting in just a minute," he informed her.

"Alright," she breathed, "take your time, I don't have anywhere to be."

"Yeah, but I think Lance does," Matt mocked him.

"Matt," Shiro now scolded the young man, which sent a wave of relief rushing over Lance as the male went red from ear to neck. With swift movements, Shiro snapped three photos and examined them. Upon being happy with the settings, he smiled and his eyes went narrow as he instructed Allura on what he want.

That's how shoots went. When Matt was there, him and Lance would friendly bicker back and forth until the work started. Shiro would roll his eyes until the camera went up to his face, and from that moment forward, nothing but silence and the sound of camera's shutter followed.

The shoot continued for roughly an hour, only stopping for ten minutes for a water break and to change the direction.

Lance had become antsy, as he normally did when the shoots were nearing the end. He loved watching Shiro do his thing, the way his eyebrow twitched when he got an angle he liked, the way his lip would curl when he got into deep thought, sometimes staring endlessly at the camera screen. Even his nose would twitch, sending wrinkles through his scar that rested perfectly crossed the bridge of his nose.

At the break, Lance subtly went to his backpack and opened it up, fetching his camera, and heading back to his spot. He turned it on, occasionally looking up to see if Shiro was ready to start.

He loved looking through it. He saw the world come alive with colour when he did. He felt powerful. With his camera, he could force people to look at what he wanted, to make them see the world through his eyes.

"Hey, Matt," Lance called out, looking over his shoulder after a few seconds.

"Yeah?" came from the man.

"Where's Pidge?" he asked, bringing his camera to his side.

"Oh, they had a lot of homework, so they sent me instead. Why?"

"Just wondering," Lance spoke, but his words got lost half way out of his mouth.

Matt thought for a moment before shaking his head and continuing back to his previous work.

"Alright," Shiro called out, signalling everyone to get ready.

Hotel staff continued to run around when Shiro told them, constantly making sure everything was running smoothly.

As Shiro worked, Lance couldn't help but feel the weight of his camera pull down on him. He could feel it, like it was dragging him, screaming at him to raise it, to take his own photos. But he knew he wasn't allowed. Shiro would throw him out of the shoot and out of his internship faster than he could say, "lights, camera, action!"

But even as the time droned, even as every click of the camera echoed around the room like gun shots, he still was strikingly aware of the cameras presence in his hand. And like his arm was on auto pilot, even as everything inside of him screamed to put the camera down, he continued to. He brought it up to his eye and looked through the sight. His heart rate was all he could feel, the high pitch ringing of absence noise pierced his ears, his calm breath steadied his hand. And from where he was standing, he found his focus and clicked the button, knowing that there was no going back then.

The light flashed, the image was captured, and all he could do was drown in those three seconds of silence that followed.

"Lance," was all Shiro spoke as he slowly brought his camera down from his eyes and to the young male to his right.

Lance knew he was done for. He brought his camera down and its weight was back, but this time burning his sweaty palms.

"Yes?" Lance asked, his tongue getting dry and his throat feeling like it was about to close.

"What are you doing?" Shiro asked, voice monotone and deadly.

Lance knew he was about to either word vomit or actual vomit, and at that moment, he thought both, but just waited to see in which order.

"I - I just thought that maybe I could get a good angle from this side, and I had my camera, and it just sort of happened, and I didn't mean it, I swear, I - I"

Word vomit.

"Lance," Shiro's voice pierced through the room. "Go put your camera away and pack up."

The way the words were delivered, Lance knew he was done. With his head refusing to fall, neck stiff from shame, he slowly walked over to his backpack and shoved his camera in it. He could feel hot tears pooling in the back of his eyes, head pounding with pressure.

He stood off to the side, silently, while Shiro finished. Matt wold occasionally look over into his direction, jaw clenched, but would turn away when Lance would glare over.

He had fucked up. The greatest thing to ever happen to him and he had fucked it up because he couldn't control his damn urge.

The photo shoot was finished in silence as both Allura and Matt tried to cut the thick atmosphere with a knife, but failing, struggling to trudge their way through the mud-like substance that hung around them.

"Well," Allure spoke up, trying to lighten the mood, "that was a lot of fun! I can't wait till next time. Bye Lance, bye Shiro; thank you again for doing this."

Shiro smiled, but it was forced.

"Anytime Allura," he replied, waving her farewell.

As she exited, she turned back right before to give a concerned glance at Lance. He nodded, but not confidently.

"Shiro," Lance found his voice, hoping it didn't break on him.

"Do not take photos while I am. If you do that one more time, I am dropping you, got it?" Shiro said, voice hard.

Lance couldn't believe his ears. Was he hearing this right? Was Shiro actually giving him another chance?!

The lump in his throat that he had thought had gone away was back, but this time it was for a positive reason.

"I - umm, I," Lance tried to thank him, but his voice had failed him.

"Now," Shiro sighed, his voice turning softer, "next Saturday we have another shoot, and you better be on time. I'll email you the location and time. If you're late, you're out, got it?"

Lance nodded. He nodded faster than he had ever nodded before. His neck was screaming at him, still being stiff, but he didn't care, he wasn't let go!

...

"I thought I was going to die!" Lance exclaimed, falling back-first onto his bed.

His roommate rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he turned back to his work.

"Seriously, he had fire in his eyes - death, even! And it was aimed at me!"

"Then you shouldn't have done it," Hunk, his roommate said tiredly.

"But Hunk, I had no control over it! My camera just came up to my eye and clicked all by itself!"

"Is that what you told him?" Hunk asked sarcastically.

Lance sat up on arm, leaning over with a pout plastered on his face.

"No!" Lance dragged out, moving his head to emphasis his point. "I don't even remember what I told him, it was just this big blur!"

As Hunk tried to drown out his annoying roommate and focus on his Organic Chemistry notes, Lance reached over and pulled his camera out of his bag.

"But I got an amazing shot, though!"

Hunk sighed as he gave up and closed his textbook, turning to face Lance. He pushed a bunch of buttons before flipping the camera over to show his friend the image.

Hunk's eyebrows went into his hair, mouth hanging slightly open as he reached forward to take the camera into his own hands.

The image held Allura, her hand up towards her head, eyes attacking the direction Shiro's camera was. The angle outlined her face, giving her an angelic glow, strands of hair flying around her head, giving her the allusion of a halo. She was breathtaking/

"Wow," he said slowly, taking in the image, "you are right, this is an amazing shot. And I never thought I would agree with you on being right – ever!"

Lance smiled smugly as he rested his chin on his hand.

"I know right."

"Like, everyone knows that Allura is breathtaking, but this... this is something else!"

"Oh yeah, it was worth risking my life for-"

Buzz Buzz!

Lance turned his attention from Hunk to his phone for a quick moment. He quickly unlocked it and checked his emails. Lance realized that he had already been sent the details for Saturday's photo shoot.

As he skimmed the details, his back immediately straightened. Lance sat up with such force that Hunk pulled his attention away from Lance's camera to glance at him in confusion.

"What?"

"Shiro sent me the details for next Saturday's shoot," Lance responded back without missing a beat.

"And...?"

Instead of explaining, Lance whipped his phone around and showed Hunk the message. As he skimmed over it, he looked up at Lance, perplexed.

"Keith Kogane? Isn't he... that guy?"

"Yes, Hunk, he is that guy," Lance said, unamused.

"I'm sorry, I'm not that into pop culture," Hunk defended himself. "Isn't he, like, in a band, or something?"

"Yes, Hunk!" Lance exclaimed, slightly frightening Hunk in the process. "Shiro is his personal photographer, he doesn't let anyone else work with him besides Shiro! This is big, man! I love everything he has put out, like, seriously! I don't think I could be any bigger of a fan!"

"Well, calm down, I don't think you want to scare him away the first time you meet your idol."

"Hunk!" Lance stood up on his bed, his alien pajama pants riding up his leg before falling in place, the bed frame creaking. "I get to work with Keith-freaking-Kogane! Dude, there is no way I'm going to be calm about this!"

Hunk sighed, shaking his head at his friend.

"Well, message Pidge and see if they want to talk about it because I have a test in the morning, and unlike other people, I'm actually taking courses that matter."

Lance rolled his eyes, letting his feet give out under him and falling cross legged onto the mattress. With a huff, Lance flung a pillow at Hunk.

"Hey! Dude?!"

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And that's it for the first chapter! God, I really hope that you guys enjoyed it! It would mean the world to me if you let me know your thoughts and feelings on this story so I know how to adjust it so its the best it can be! A lil slow rolling at first, but that just means its going to be amazing! (I hope... lol)

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Next time on Still Likeness:

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As Lance reached where Keith was standing, he took in a deep breath and said, "Hello, name's Lance and I will-"

"Where's Shiro?"

"What?" Lance asked, caught off guard at the sudden question.

"Where is Shiro?" Keith said again, this time slower and more annoyed. "He said he would be here, and I am not doing this if he sent this poor excuse of a photographer in his place."