"Nah, that is NOT how you lift weights," Paul informed as he kicked his feet up and cackled at DeMarcus' gestures. At the back of the team USA bus, Jimmy, Paul, Carmelo, DeMarcus, and Harrison were chattering away about how to lift weights properly. The bus ride to Harlem is about a 4-hour drive so they had plenty of time to debate.
"Nah man, you lift like this," Harrison said, balling his fists and pretending to lift a 50-pound press, as all their eyes fell on him Jimmy just laughed. "HBarnes, the hell do you know about lifting weights? With those skinny ass arms, go sit in the front of the bus with KD." Their stares all fell to the front of the bus, Kyrie had his back twisted to talk to KD, who sat a row behind him.
Paul brushed his stubble skeptically as he relaxed into the seat beside DeMarcus, narrowing his eyes at KD and Kyrie who seemed- lost in conversation.
"Hey since when did they get so close?" DeMarcus half-snorted, lifting an eyebrow. Harrison shrugged, "Ky just has that kinda charm to him, even back in college." Jimmy grew visibly uneasy at the sight of KD and Kyrie speaking so brightly together.
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Carmelo nudged Jimmy's arm playfully, a grin on his face, "Jealous?" Cousins folded his arms, "Yeah he has that dark glare, that 'I wanna fight' look." "Ohhhh Jimmy's jeallouuss," Harrison added.
"Harrison shut the fuck up, no-love-life ass," Paul joked. Jimmy just crossed his arms and remained silent as he clenched his jaws, "Whatever..." he paused, "Y'all are REAL mature you know that?"
Zooming in on KD and Kyrie they were casually talking about music and conspiracy theories, which is odd considering it started with Kevin simply complimenting Kyrie's shot in the game 7 finals. Kyrie twisted back around to stretch out his shoulders, he was beginning to ache from looking back at KD the whole time.
"Maybe it's easier if I just sit next to you," Kevin chuckled as he stood up and brushed himself off. "Oh, uh yeah," Kyrie clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, "Yeah, I definitely thought of that." "Smart-ass," KD teased as he thumped into the cushioned seat beside Kyrie.
Kyrie straightened out his shirt and gave his new seatmate a smirk, "That I am," Kyrie nodded. Kevin playfully shoved Kyrie's shoulder causing them both to laugh.
Kyrie stared at him for a moment, eyes shining, he blinked a couple times then looked down at his hands, a sheepish smile across his lips and a slight blush on his cheeks. "I remember that tweet you made when I got drafted."
KD shook his head, "Ah, my tweets back then were nasty- I'm sor-" "No, no you uh, you kinda complimented my life story," Kyrie nervously chuckled, ears burning, "I was freaking out because the Kevin Durant tweeted about me."
"Man, you were about to be drafted first! Why are you freaking out about some dude in OKC named Kevin?" KD asked, laughing. KD remembers the few times he saw Kyrie, mostly through Russell. He was always intrigued by Irving.
