It's sort of short...sorry, not sorry?
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And, as always, love you all, my darlings.
Sports had always been one of Scott's strong points.
Sure, he was a choir nerd at heart. He had immersed himself into the world of music and singing during his school years. It was a fact that he was grateful for every day. If it wasn't for those endless practices and rehearsals, he wouldn't be a part of Pentatonix, a two-time Grammy-winning acapella group. He wouldn't have met Avi Kaplan or Kevin Olusola. He wouldn't be traveling the world and interacting with thousands of people. He wouldn't be performing at sold-out venues. In short, he wouldn't be living his dream.
But, playing sports had come easy to him. He was a natural at them. During his high school years, a few rumors had went around the school that Scott was good enough to go the Olympics if he wished to. It didn't matter what sport is was, as long as there was a ball or bat in his hand, he could play it.
That was why, after finishing the video shoot for the band's cover of "Cheerleader", Scott decided to sneak into one of the locker rooms and grab a basketball. He double-checked to make sure that the film crew was gone and only his five friends were around before he moved from his hiding place. "Hey, Kev!" he called to the larger male. "Up for shooting some hoops?"
Kevin glanced up in curiosity and smiled when he saw the object in Scott's hand. "Sure, man! One-on-one?"
Scott shrugged. "Unless Avi wants to join us."
The shorter, bearded man looked up from his phone at the sound of his name. He quickly took stock of the situation and shook his head. "Nah, I'll sit this game out. I'm not much on basketball."
Kevin laughed as a thought came to mind. "Why don't you be the ref?"
A grin bloomed across Avi's face at the reference to one of their original songs. He carefully stepped off of the bleachers where he had been sitting and took the ball from Scott's hands. "All right. On the count of three, I'll throw it up." Scott and Kevin took their positions in the middle of the court across from one another.
"Ready?" Scott questioned, smirking.
"Bring it, brother," Kevin replied, grinning uncontrollably.
Avi counted to three, and the two players jumped for it. Kevin, being the taller of them, took possession of it quickly.
Mitch perked up. "Ooh! Kirstie and I can be the cheerleaders! It will be like a real game!"
Kirstie bounced excitedly beside Mitch. "I'll cheer for Kevin! You can cheer for Scott."
Mitch brushed back his dark hair. "Of course, a queen always has to cheer for her king."
Kirstie giggled and racked her brain to remember some of the cheers she had performed when she was in high school. "Oh! I know! Dribble, dribble! Shoot, shoot! Take that ball to the hoop, hoop!" she exclaimed, pleased with herself. She clapped along to the beat, not sure exactly what the hand motions were.
Mitch was impressed. He was going to praise his friend but was distracted by Kevin's loud holler. "Whoo! Take that, Hoying!"
"What happened?" Mitch questioned Avi.
"That's two points for Kevin," Avi announced before turning to Mitch. "He just dunked the ball."
Mitch nodded. "C'mon, Scott! You can do it!" he called loudly, watching as his boyfriend dribbled the ball down the court.
"You aren't going to get past me, Hoying!" Kevin taunted.
Scott smirked. "Watch me, Olusola." Scott feigned left. Kevin anticipated Scott trying to trick him and moved his weight onto his right foot, preparing to intercept. However, Scott actually went left and easily shot the ball up and into the basket.
"Two for Scott! It's tied!" Avi called.
Kirstie and Mitch both began to cheer loudly, prompting their respective players to break the tie and come out on top. Scot did so a few moments later, easily finding an opening and taking a shot. It swished neatly into the basket and bounced on the floor a few times before Kevin grabbed it.
"Go Scott!"
"Your boyfriend is a beast, Mitch."
Mitch smirked proudly. "I know."
The game ended about fifteen minutes later. They quit when Scott was in the lead by twelve points. Both men were sweaty and out of breath. "No amount of swole checks could prepare me for all of that. How do you do it, Scott?"
Scott shrugged. "Sports have always come easy to me. It's like I instinctually know where to go and when during a game. It's weird."
"If only Avi could have some of that instinct. It would make choreography go much faster."
"Hey!"
Mitch plopped himself on Scott's knee and kissed him lovingly. "Congratulations. You are victorious."
"Yeah, but that wasn't my best victory."
"Oh? What was?"
Scott smiled and whispered, "You."
"That was too cheesy, Hoying."
"Shut up, Avi; I thought it was cute."
"You're a girl; you're supposed to think it's cute."
"All right, you two. That's enough. Let Scott enjoy his win."
"By the way he and Mitch are sucking face, I'd say he's enjoying it."
"Don't make me hit you, Kaplan."
"You're on, Maldonado."
"I'm surrounded by a bunch of idiots."
