A/N: Woo this one's almost 1500 words, I'm proud and I hope you guys really like it :)
Chapter 27
Kirstie and Mitch were holding hands with giant smiles on their faces, laughing their heads off, and completely out of breath as they continued to jump on the bed as they had been for at least five minutes, they were also both red in the face.
"Great exercise," Mitch says between breaths.
Kirstie nods, "And fun, but tiring," she says in the same way, a breath between almost every word.
"But we have to keep going until someone comes back, just to see what they'd say, agreed?" he gets out after a while.
"Agreed."
No less than a minute later there is a knock at the door.
"Who forgot a key?" Mitch asks, "Because it's open!" The two continue to bounce as the door opens, they each release one hand so they can see who it is and still be connected. They come to a complete stop when they see it's not one of their bandmates.
Kirstie steps off the bed, fixing up her hair, and silently cursing her red face as she half smiled up at the visitor, "Hi Jeremy."
He smiles back at her, "Hi, you know you're not the easiest person to find," he chuckles.
"How did you find her?" Mitch asks accusingly as he steps up beside his friend.
"I asked what rooms Pentatonix were staying in, and you guys only have one room, how's that fair?"
"Tell me about it," Mitch rolls his eyes, stepping back to sit down on the bed.
"So wha-"
She is cut off when Scott enters the room, and stops just short of the doorway, "Whoa um... who's this?"
Jeremy spins around and holds out his hand to Scott, "Hi I'm Jeremy, and you must be Scott?" he raises an eyebrow.
Scott nods as he shakes Jeremy's hand.
Jeremy drops his hand, "I was just here to speak to Kirstie," he smiles before turning to face the aforementioned girl.
"What about?" she asks curiously.
"Well it's always better to ask someone out in person."
Kirstie's eyes widen just slightly, and so does Scott's. Mitch has to cover his mouth before his laughter escapes, because he knew her answer, he pretty much knew about her and Avi.
She looks up at him, ready to answer when she really realises that Scott is there, and he'd know and well he can't know. She casts a long glance at Scott before she turns to Jeremy, "When do you want to go out?"
Mitch starts coughing, and bangs on his chest in an attempt to stop, because that was not supposed to be Kirstie's answer.
"Kirstie what?" Scott starts to speak but she holds up her hand to silence him.
"When do you want to go out Jeremy?"
"How about after the performances tonight? We go get a nice dinner or something?" he suggests. "Meet in the lobby about 8?"
Kirstie nods, "Sounds great," she gives him a small smile.
"I'll see you then," he nods, with a much bigger smile and turns to leave the room. He walks out the door when he turns his smile on someone just outside it, he claps them on the shoulder, "Tough luck buddy, guess I beat you to the first move," this time he smiles again, almost smugly. He moves past Avi just pushing him into the doorway, not roughly, just simply to get past.
Avi walks into the room and straight into the bathroom without sparing anyone a look and slams the door behind him.
...qdq...dqd...
The group were putting the finishing touches on their outfits, the same ones as the day before except Kirstie was in flat boots. They had a while before they performed, but they go downstairs completely ready to find out who drew who to compete with and what spots they all got. They had to be completely ready because it was considered polite to watch the other groups perform.
Avi was messing with the zipper on his leather vest that just wouldn't do up when Kirstie steps up to help him and he completely turns away from her and continues to struggle.
She sighs as she just stares at his back, then looks over at Kevin and catches his eye.
He nods and steps over to Avi, "Man you need help," he laughs, joking with his best friend and then proceeds to help him with the zip, getting it unstuck in no time. "That would have been done 20 seconds ago if you'd let Kirstie help you," he points at the girl behind Avi.
He barely looks over his shoulder at Kirstie before he walks over to the door and opens it before walking out.
Scott squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose before he runs his hands down his face with a sigh. Kirstie and Mitch don't notice and just walk out after Avi with their arms linked, Kevin steps up in front of Scott.
"What did you do this time?"
"Nothing!" Scott exclaims, "I walked in to see some guy ask Kirstie out, she said yes and then Avi happened to be outside, then that dickhead made a dickhead comment and Avi was all upset. I don't think it was the comment though, it was the fact that the guy asked Kirstie out at all!" he rushes to get his words out as Kevin tries to interject multiple times.
"Now if you let me get a word in... firstly watch your language. Secondly, and I'm not being mean but it is your fault."
"HOW?"
"Don't yell, it's a long term consequence of something you've yet to fix. You obviously haven't spoken to Kirstie, I spoke to Avi on your behalf. I found out something interesting too, they kissed, Kirstie and Avi kissed, right before we competed yesterday. So why did she say yes to this guy?"
"You're kidding... But she said yes because I was in the room didn't she?" Scott asks with a sigh as he runs his hand through his neatly styled hair, "Damn it."
Kevin sighs, "Language. Yes, I think that's what happened. Scott you need to talk to Kirstie, tell her that it's okay if she and Avi want to be together."
"I'm still not sure it's the best idea though Kev, as much as I want them to be happy I want the group to be okay, I love this group and everyone in it and I don't want anything to jeopardise it."
"I've explained this to you Scott, and I don't need to explain again, whatever happens, happens and hopefully everyone can get past everything if anything were to ever happen. I have faith in this group that we can go through anything together and come out okay."
Scott nods then gives Kevin a small smile, "I like that," he pats Kevin's shoulder and with an understanding nod they turn and leave the room.
...qdq...dqd...
"Well we're in deep shit," Scott says as he walks out of the team leader meeting with a piece of paper in his hands.
Kevin shakes his head but doesn't bother to pull Scott up on his choice of language this time.
"What's wrong?" Kirstie asks as she stands up to meet him.
"Well you know how two teams compete head to head and only the top point scorer from each round go through to the next. Well our two and a half point advantage that we didn't have to use last round won't be enough to save us this round."
"Why?" Mitch asks.
"Because for the country round of the completion we're versing Home Free."
"No way," Avi says as the other three look between to two knowing members with confusion."
"What?" Kevin raises an eyebrow.
"Home Free is the country group," Avi sighs, running a hand through his hair, "We're screwed."
"And we're up second, they get to go first then us next," Scott adds. "They've got home genre advantage."
"Is that a thing?" Mitch asks.
"No, but it might as well be," Scott says, getting a little too loud and casing some others in the room to stare at them.
"HOME FREE WOULD YOU PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE STAGE PLEASE!" the speakers blare, as everyone else in the room starts to filter through the doors to the auditorium.
They spot Home Free across the room getting ready to go on, they look excited, and a little smug, only to Pentatonix though.
"I bet they're discussing how easy a win it's gonna be," Kirstie frowns.
"They only have five members like us," Mitch frowns, "The way everyone was talking it was like we're freaks. We could beat them!"
"They have a bass like Avi," Scott tells him.
"Oh yeah, we're screwed," Mitch nods slowly as Home Free enter backstage and they follow shortly after.
A/N: Ooooooo! Who's gonna win the round??
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