Hot Mess ~Klance Modeling Au

19. fancy suit and tie

" Mhmm. " Lance said, scanning the screen. "Uh-huhhh..."

His eyes widened. "Oh- OH. OHHH."

Keith couldn't help but smile.

"Oh my god Keith! Keith!! Keith did you read it?"

" What- yes I read it. "

Lance was practically jumping in the air with excitement. "Do you know what this means?? If we show our talent we can get a gig! I could be on a runway!! Could you imagine?" Lance was zoned out by now, already dreaming. Keith soaked in the happiness the sunny boy radiated.

" I've gotta go thank Lura! " Lance exclaimed before he ran out the door.

Keith sighed, a small smile still on his face. "One step closer to our dream." He muttered to himself.

Lance finally returned, after about half an hour he had spent thanking Allura and gushing to her about his fantasies of being on the runway or red carpet. Keith had spent the time planning for their next portfolio.

"I figured we would need one for our most successful shoots when we go to the party. We can show the clients, and if they see potential you get the gig." Keith explained when Lance finally showed up.

Lance's face melted. "Aww- I feel kinda bad. You're actually like, working hard."

Keith nodded. "Yeah. It's my job."

" Don't sass me. "

Keith chuckled. "Anyways, we need to catch up with our shoots, so we gotta work extra hard this week. I'll cache and archive all of the successful ones a little before the party but we have a while."

" Okay, well let's get to work then, shall we? " Lance winked.

Keith smirked. "Thought you'd never ask."

Their jolly, fun loving mood was quickly killed about two shoots later. They got through two successful ones, the camouflage and a skater boy outfit that Lance totally rocked. But then it all went to hell.

"What do you mean you can't get in them?" Keith asked. He was waiting outside the changing room at the back of the studio for Lance. Lance was supposed to be changing into his next outfit but apparently the shorts didn't fit.

"That's exactly what I mean. I can't get into them."

Keith deadpanned. "Did you gain weight or something?? How much lunch did you eat exactly?"

" That's an insult! I am still perfectly fit thank you! " Lance called back.

"It was the funnel cake wasn't it? You still haven't worked it off..."

" I run everyday! "

"Clearly not-"

"Ohhhhh, I'm so dumbbb."

" Well-"

"Don't say anything. But I did mess up. These are women's shorts. That's why." Lance said. Then the door to the changing room opened. Out came Lance in his boxers, with no shirt on. He casually walked over to the clothes rack and slid out his photo shoot outfits before going through them.

Keith's face was bright red. And he had thought swim trunks were bad...no. No this was wayy worse.

And Lance had the audacity to act like it was just normal.

"What? Something wrong?" Lance asked at Keith's gaping mouth. Keith turned away.

" No-no. Just hurry up and change we are running out of time. "