(Pictures)

                                    

                                          
 The paladins were walking through the hallway to the control room after a large battle. They each formed into their own groups of conversations.
                          
Pidge, Hunk, and Lance were talking about the mission and Shiro and Keith were discussing the fighting techniques they practiced.
                          
"What about that cute Alien girl, she was totally giving her big hero Lance the googily eyes." Hunk teased. "And she was super cute."
                          
Keith didn't show it but it caught his attention and he listened in. 
                          
"Nah, she's not really my type, besides, I already have my eye on a specific pearl." Lance said looking determined.
                          
"Oh really?" Pidge smiled evilly.
                          
"Yup! Fiery, gorgeous, stubborn, sexy, strong..." Lance trailed off.
                          
Keith had a small look of disappointment he hid well but Shiro noticed and shot a sympathetic look.
                          
"Is it someone on the ship?" Hunk questioned.
                          
"Maybe..." Lance smiled.
                          
"Is it Keith?" Pidge asked smirking.
                          
"W-w-w-WHAT?! N-no! Keith is the w-worst! He uh sucks. Hate that guy! Who's Keith again?" He said quickly; too quickly. 
                          
Almost as if planned by God himself, Lance tripped and roughly 30 photos, all of Keith, fell out of his pockets. 
                          
"T-these aren't mine I swear. I can explain! I-I'm holding onto them for a friend! I-I'm uh, their for reference! I'm trying to lean to draw a mullet! But for totally normal reasons, I'm leaning because I'm drawing a biker." Lance rambled pulling together the pictures and stuffing them in his pockets.
                          
Then as if on cue, more photos flooded out of his pockets. "Guys listen, I swear!" Lance yelled sweating in a panic.
                          
"Lance?" Keith just stared at him in confusion. 
                          
"I-uh. Shut it." Lance had never looked so embarrassed, which was saying a lot.
                          
"Geez, why don't you get up with the times. Who carries physical photos anymore?" Keith held up his phone and flashed him a folder in his photos labeled 'Lance'.
                          
"No way." Lance muttered.
                          
"Yes way." Keith smiled shoving his phone back in his pants pocket.
                          
Lance smirked. "You're just as much of a creepy stalker as I am."
                          
Keith rolled his eyes. "At least I'm man enough to admit I keep photos. I'm just trying to learn how to draw a mullet so I can draw a biker." He mimicked Lance in the last part.
                          
"That couldn't have gone any better." Pidge smiled widely and took a picture. "I'm making a scrapbook."