Boys Will Be Boys (discontinued)

Prologue

My name's Trey, and I have a basketball game tomorroww. Imma point guard, I got shoot game--

"Jesus fucken' Christ man," DJ burst out into laughter, followed by the raucous laughter of the rest of the team. It was a pre-game ritual to watch  all the basketball related Vines out there, and Trey and his basketball game were a favourite amongst them.

"Fucken' A man, RIP Vine" Marco cackled, falling backwards onto Roger, who shoved him off quickly.

RIP Vine indeed. Their Vine-binge was followed by a short moment of silence to honor the dead app, and Kieran took his time to glance around and examine his teammates. Their coach bus was kind of warm and with all the laughter each boy was left looking incredibly flushed and excited for their game.

First was himself.

Kieran was short for a basketball player, around 5'9", but he was the best damn shooting-guard the school had ever had. Kieran had a 70% shot average, and a 80% free-throw average.
He was quick on his feet, and with the ball as well, making him an easy point-sub when needed.

Not that it was really needed.

Marco, their resident point-guard, was a helluva dribbler and around 5'11". His ball-handling could shame even the ripest NBA stars, and his game plans were always on point. When Marco was 9, he had broken his arm, and then it fixed itself wonky, thus his shots were pretty shit.

But he and Marco were a damn unstoppable force if they played together.

Then came Roger. Roger was the perfect balance player for their team. He was their small-forward, but by no means small. He was tall enough at 6' flat to block most shots made in the key, but still speedy on his feet. Roger was the man who brought the ball from outside the 3-point line to the key, where their Bigs would inevitably plant a layup. Roger was the fucking bridge between the Bigs and the Smalls -- some kinda Avatar shit.

DJ was their starting power-forward. A huge guy, DJ stood at 6'3" with enough muscle to to crush a fucking watermelon between his thighs. The only reason he wasn't a center was because DJ was as antsy as a toddler, and incapable of staying in the key when playing zone defense. By making him the power forward, on zone defense, DJ could just dart out when need be.

And finally, Kieran's right-fucking-hand. The Notorious B.I.G.. The man, the myth, the fucking legend who had the school record for most points scored in a game, most rebounds, and most fouls.

Lukas-fucking-Schmitt.

He was Kieran's role model: a god in his eyes. Kieran quite ashamedly worshipped the ground Lukas walked on, especially since Lukas was a senior, and Kieran was only a junior. Kieran and Lukas were polar opposites in nearly everything they did.

Lukas was the strong silent type, with golden blonde hair and warm honey eyes that drove girls insane. He was in all honors classes, and even ran his own auto shop part-time in his dad's garage. He was part of the 1000-pound club, meaning all the weights he benched and squatted combined were well over 1000. He was 6'2" and 190 lbs of pure, lean muscle. He was a righty.

And then there was Kieran.

Kieran loved to disrupt class with pointless jokes, and it was his humor, not his pitch black hair and blue eyes, that drove girls wild. His humor and his freckles that is; girls had a weird freckle fetish when it came to him. Kieran was most certainly not in any honors classes, and had to take trip to the nurse in the morning to get his ADHD pills just so he could pay attention in his remedial classes. He had potential to be a part of the 1000-pound club, but he hated working out, instead getting his lean muscle via scrimmaging with his friends afterschool. Put a treadmill in front of him and Kieran could barely run 2 miles. Put a ball in his hands and he could sprint a fucking marathon.

Oh, and Kieran was a lefty.

It just worked out so fucking well. In Kieran's mind they were the Dream Team.

Dynamite Duo.

Gruesome Twosome.

Lukas, though admittedly less enthusiastic about his counterpart, always let Kieran tag along wherever. He never took advantage of Kieran, the only exception being the occasional joke here and there.

But there was one more difference Kieran didn't know about.

While Kieran was as straight as a cattle prod, Lukas was undoubtedly gay.

And not even a little gay.

Like, fully GAY.

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Hi! This is just an introduction (sorry I suck at these), but most chapters should be around 1000 words :) This is my first time writing an original bxb story -- don't judge me xx