Chapter 1
Keith's Pov.

I do not understand Lance. No matter what I do I am in the wrong, never him always me. Whether I am trying to be nice by complementing his fighting skills or mentioning what a good team we make he shouts at me, practically blows up, and it always ends the same, it always ends with me retorting and us ending up in yet another fight. I will admit that it sometimes is my fault, my fault because I am to impulsive, my fault because I can't communicate, my fault because I try to cover up my feelings for him by snapping at him but he is at fault for that to, well at least according to Pidge.

About a week ago Pidge came up to me after training, after me and Lance had a particularly bad fight, and told me that the only reason Lance picks fights with me is because he likes me and finds me cute when I am mad and flustered. I think my jaw dropped at the last part but my heart swelled with hope at the thought of Lance returning my feelings. So for the past week I have tried to be a little more patient and I have tried being a little extra nice but nothing seems to be working.

Just this morning we had just finished fighting of some Galra and I told him that he fought really well and he snapped at me and told me to stop mocking him before he stormed off. I stood there shocked and confused. Was Pidge wrong, was she just messing with me? No Pidge wouldn't do that. I guess I will just have to talk to her tomorrow and find out.