Today Tyler would practice basketball in the gym. Usually he's a baseball player, but during the last days of school, the coach would let the team choose what they wanted to practice. For fun. You weren't exactly like Tyler. Not the sporty type, not confident, sarcastic and grumpy. No, you were more.. the artistic type, not popular, quiet maybe even a bit shy, without a lot of friends but enough for your own liking. In those friends their was Taylor. A kind girl, Tyler's twin, you weren't very sure but maybe you could call him a friend too...? Usually Taylor, very close to her brother, would come at every practice session. Today she had something to do with the STEM club but she also had to give Tyler his sports clothes he left in her locker.. She would be late and begged you to go instead of her. It would probably be awkward but you couldn't resist Taylor's big eyes.

So here you were in the gym, sitting on the ground against the barrier. The team was playing basketball as you were peacefully drawing on your sketchbook with your headphones on. Eventually the team took a break and Tyler walked to you. He nudged in your legs a little so you would notice his presence. You turned off your headphones and looked up.

What are you drawing ?

Oh nothing interesting, just practicing hands.

He looked down at your sketchbook, the paper covered in hands in many different positions. How could you sit there hours with just a paper when you could get up and test many different sports.

You're so weird..

Why?

I don't understand what's the point of sitting hours on the floor with a paper.

You smiled a little.

Running around the gym isn't for everyone Tyler.

He scoffed.

Hmm. I'll teach you how to hold a bate one day.

He said as Taylor finally entered the gym. Facing your back. When Tyler noticed her she looked at him with a smirk and rubbed her fingertips together. A silent ''now kiss''. Always so delicate. He thought with a frown towards his sister. He focused back on you, innocent and unaware of Taylor's presence.