Pulling into the parking lot of Garrison High School, Keith spotted a familiar dark blue motorcycle. A shiny silver but faded sticker, was plastered onto the side reading "loverboy lance".

Parking next to it, Pidge noticed it's ryder was nowhere to be seen.

"Are you- Are you pouting!"

Keith all but screeched.

It was then that Pidge noticed she indeed had a frown set on her lips and her brows furrowed in disappointment.

"Uh no, what are you talking about."

"Oh, you so are," Keith laughed. "All because your best friend isn't waiting for you."

Pidge felt the tips of her ears turn pink. "I am not!" She grumbled, getting out of the truck. She stood at the front of the hood and crossed her arms. The action only made the asian boy laugh louder.

"You're still pouting!" He said as he met her at the front with a grin.

"I'm only pouting now because you think I was pouting in the first place."

"Oh ok," he snickered.

"Why don't you get all pouty when I'm not around, am I not a good enough of a friend?" He asked, smirking down at her as they began to walk to the double doors.

She could see some of the football players down at the field already getting in some practice for the new year. She silently wondered why Keith wasn't down there himself and if lance already was. Maybe that's why he didn't wait for her like usual.

"First of all, I wasn't pouting over lance. Second of all, how would you know that I don't pout over you. You aren't there."

Keith just made a noise in amusement.

"So why aren't you at early practice this morning?" She asked him. "Don't You football players like to practice to be perfect?"

"Can't improve what's already perfect," he winked.

She couldn't have rolled her eyes any harder.

"Besides, you wouldn't have had a ride and I'm not ditching you on the first day."

Placing an arm over her shoulders, Keith steered the short girl towards the hall that took them to the back of the school and towards the steps that went down to the football field.

"Aww, were you worried about me?" She teased.

"No, just being a good friend." He said simply before he added, "Which is why you should pout over me."

And there's the smirk.

Heading down the many steps that passed down the bleachers, Pidge finally realized exactly where they were going and couldn't for the life of her think why.

"Um, why are we back outside?"

Keith, who had gotten ahead of her on the steps due to his much longer legs, stopped to turn and look up at her. "Because we still have 10 minutes and I figured you would want to see your best friend before class starts."

"Oh," Pidge blinked. "How do you know he's even down here?"

Keith smiled a shit eating grin, "Because Lance isn't as perfect as me," he smirked as he continued back down the stairs.

The little shit.

Catching up to the smirking boy and thanking the lord he waited at the bottom for her, Pidge looked along the field for a certain number 25. She was looking so intently actually, that she missed the eyeroll and amused smile from the boy beside her.

"I'm surprised he didn't text you and tell you that he was going to be at practice," said Keith.

"He might have but I left my phone in my bag last night and forgot to charge it," she shrugged.

"KOGANE!!" someone yelled from the side of the field, catching the two's attention and most of the player's attention, on the field.

Big, burly, and ex military, coach Iverson, was pointing menacingly at Keith from across the other side of the fence. Pidge had to cover her smile with a hand. "Time to see just how perfect you really are." She snickered as Keith frowned at her.

Someone calling her name from the middle of the field made her look to see none other than her best friend, Lance McClain, waving his hand at her. His arm was completely stretched high above his head and a perfect and white smile lit up his face.

A smile just for her.

Was she blushing?

Giving a smile back, she watched as he patted one of his teammates on the back, Ryan, she thinks is his name, and told him something before he was turning back towards her and jogging her way. Looking back at Iverson still stomping his way over, Pidge decided Keith could handle his coach on his own and darted away to an opening in the fencing before practically running onto the field to meet the tall boy. He laughed as she threw herself into his chest and quickly wrapped his arms around her. "Hi, there Pidgeon."

Grinning away the flutter in her stomach that his special nickname brought her, Pidge looked up at him.

"Sorry I didn't text you last night or this morning. My phone was left to die in my bag."

"Ah, I figured it was something along those lines," he leaned down and placed his hands on his knees so he could be more level with her. The sun was shining harshly in her eyes and she was glad he noticed. Looking up at her from his new height, Lance flashed her a charming smile, complete with half lidded eyes. "I knew there wasn't any possible way you could have forgotten me."

Pidge's heart stuttered.

"Never," she commented

Even as he stood before her with sweat clinging to his forehead and soaking his dark brown hair to the point it plastered itself to his head. She knew she could never forget about him.