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AS PENANCE FOR TORTURING BANKS INTO ATTENDING THE SCOTT BROTHER SHOWDOWN; INDIGO LOGAN WAS FORCED INTO ATTENDING LUCAS' FIRST GAME. "this is literal hell on earth, banksie. don't be surprised if i fake a bout of pneumonia to get me outta here." indie grumbles, as the two enter the gymnasium hand-in-hand. banks skirted in front of her, dropping indie's hand and giving her a pointed look. he smiled, "c'mon, inds! you're the one who got me to see the showdown, and what kinda brother would i be if i wasn't here supporting both of 'em?" with anyone else, indigo would keep quiet and bite her tongue in order to prevent any sarcastic comment from slipping out. but, this was banks! he should be used it by now. best friends since they were eight, and banks scott has dealt with her cynicism for almost a decade now.

"you avoid nate most of the time because he's an asshole, and you're extending lucas an olive branch because your dad's also an asshole. you're, like, the poster child of avoidant little brothers." she thrusts a finger into his face, a small smile etching on her lips when banks breaks into a beaming grin. there's that smile— that dumbass smile that made indigo want to be friends with him in the first place. banks shoved her finger away, and held her hand again. "let's go, indie blue. we can go sit with my uncle keith and... luke's girlfriend?"

if there was anything indigo hated more than basketball, it was the scott family genes. she's only met banks' uncle only a few times, but he's always got this smolder about him that makes indie want to pull her hair out. why did all of them have to be so handsome? it troubles her, even more so that she can't even deny that nathan scott, asshole of the century, is just as gorgeous. "hey, banksie. indie. you comin' to support luke?" keith greeted, shaking banksie's free hand while nodding politely at indigo. she offers him a grimace, "i'm just here because banks basically kidnapped me. but, i guess i am team lucas because i would rather die than be in nathan's presence."

the girl beside keith snorted, much to the pair's surprise. keith gestures to her, "banks, indigo, this is haley james, lucas' best friend and the pain in mine and karen's asses. haley, this is my third nephew, banks, and his best friend, indigo." banks stuck out his hand for her to shake, while indie opted for a tight-lipped smile. she's a cute girl, and indie can tell she thinks that banks is cute, too. haley seemed to linger over their intertwined hands, a little bit of her heart breaking as she finally pulled her eyes away. banks would sometimes visit karen's place to see lucas, and haley would always peek around a corner to catch a glimpse of the angel that was banks scott. but, it appeared that banks and indie had their own little thing, and who was haley to take a chance?

before indie can really settle into her seat on the bleachers, the jeering voice of tree hill's resident slutty car salesman cuts into the commotion of the crowd. "hey, little brother. come to see your nephew play? banksie, let's go. come sit with me. indie, honey, you want a snack? take my card, bring me back a water, will you?" no one can really argue with dan scott, especially not the son who would do anything to be seen by him. banks gave keith and haley an apologetic smile, waving them off as dan took a hold of his shoulder and guided him to another part of the bleachers.

indie, now with dan's hush money, remains and glances between the uncle and the best friend. "leave it to dan to suck the life outta everything. sorry, mr. keith. good seeing you. nice to meet you, haley." awkward as ever, indigo stumbles away from the bleachers and finds herself at the concession stand. one of the girls running the booth gave her a little smirk, "hey, aren't you banks scott's little pet? you're, like, with him all the time." being at this stupid game and dealing with mr. scott was bad enough, so hearing another dumbass comment about her lack of friends outside of banks makes indie grit her teeth.