Drew P.O.V.
Ever since that day in the hospital when Xanteria broke up with Keaton, I could not be more happier, though sad for my bro, I have always wanted to have a chance with Xany and now that was possible. It has been a year and a half and finally Xany seems to have completely healed from her heartbreak with Keaton.
Drew: So how are you feeling?
Xanteria: Great. I cannot wait to go to my first basketball game at the Staples Center, I really do love the Lakers.
Drew: I really am glad you are feeling great because I really do love ya more than the Lakers.
Xanteria: Come on, you know I did not mean it that way, of course I love you, Keaton and Wesley way more than I do the Lakers.
Drew: I know Xany, I am just playing.
Keaton: Lets put a blindfold on her so that she will be even more thrilled once she enters the Staples Center.
Wesley: You really do have the greatest, most fun ideas. Haha, but who is carrying her?
Keaton: I will.
Drew: *looks at Keaton, like come on seriously* No, I will.
Keaton: Fine, but I will blindfold her.
Xanteria: Hey! When did I give you guys permission to do that.
Drew: *makes a cute face like Puss in the Boots (image in sidebar)* Come on Xany, please?
Xanteria: Fine then but only since we are very close, to the entrance of the Staples Center.
*Keaton blindfolds her, Drew then picks her up and carries her like a baby*
Xanteria: I cannot see right now but I am pretty sure I look like a baby, due to the way that Drew is carrying me.
Drew: Yeah, my baby.
Xanteria: What?! *tries smaking Drew playfully*
*Keaton, Wes, and Drew laugh*
Wesley: Complete fail.
Xanteria: Yes I know, he got lucky cause I cannot see right now and he is carrying me.
Drew: Yeah, but don't worry baby you'll get a chance to hit me later.
Xanteria: Yeah haha and then I wont miss.
*Wes opens the doors to the Lakers Center, Keaton takes off Xanteria's blindfolds they walk up to their seats. Wes sits in the first seat, Keaton sits in the second seat, Xanteria sits in the third seat and Drew sits in the fourth seat. Xanteria playfully punches Drew's arm without missing this time and he fake flinches.*
Drew: Owww! *then smiles*
Xanteria: Haha, it did not hurt, did it? Cause I just hit you playfully, not for reals.
Drew: Of course not. I am just making you look stromg.
Xanteria: Oh, shut it fool you know I can hit hard!
Drew: No, I have never felt a real punch from you.
Xanteria: Oh that is right I am far too nice to do that and you guys have never gotten in my nerves and/or tried to kill me.
Keaton: That is not funny.
Wesley: She never said th____Woah.
Keaton: Woah, what? *looks at the Kiss Cam, and where it stopped right by___*
Drew: Is it allright if I kiss Xanteria, we are in the Kiss Cam Keaton?
Keaton: Go right ahead but only if she says you can. It is Xanteria's and your right to make the choice I should have no say in it.
Audience: Kiss..Come on Kiss! What is taking so long?...Kiss Already!
Xanteria: Allright then, I guess I am cool with it, this audience just expects the kiss no matter what.
Drew: *places his lips on her and they kiss* *Keaton looks away* That was great, didn't think I would ever get to kiss you Xany and Keaton are you sure you were okay with it?
Keaton: Yes, it's fine.
Xanteria: How long have you been waiting to kiss me?
Drew: Oh come on, you know.
Xanteria: Oh yeah, it has been such a long time.
Drew: Indeed, it has.
*They watch the rest of the basketball game between the Lakers and Knicks then leave*
Wesley: That was a sikk ass game.
Drew: Yeah it was great, the Lakers won.
Keaton: *says it in a serious tone* Indeed it was.
Wesley: What did you enjoy the most, Drew, the Kiss Cam or the actual game?
Drew: Does it matter? Well the Kiss Cam, of course.
Xanteria: No seriously, Drew bear.
Drew: I am serious. *Xanteria blushes*
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