"you're a good sport"

Noah praised, stroking your cheek with one hand as he shouldered his duffel bag with the other, Grayson chimed in from where he was sat on the edge of your bed, slipping back into his shirt

"She's always a good sport"

Being on the basketball team required lots of energy and caused heaps of pent up frustrations, Noah and Grayson were best friends since infancy and college basketball was driving them mad, they loved the sport and they loved each other but the need to expell all their energy caused so. Many. Damn. Arguments

Then they met you. The pretty little thing in Grayson's creative writing class. You were just so damn sweet and so damn shy. They conferred amongst themselves and decided you would be the perfect addition.

It started with Grayson moving next to you in class, asking to read your work, then he was sharing his snacks with you, then he was seeking you out at lunch, then he was dragging you along to his game to meet his best friend and now they're sleeping in your bed every other night.