Other significant peoples:

Current Minnesota Timberwolf Karl-Anthony Towns

Andrew's Younger Sister Taya Wiggins

Zach's Younger Sister Camryn LaVine

Minnesota Timberwolf (At the time) Ricky Rubio

Current Minnesota Timberwolf Shabazz Muhammad

Current Minnesota Timberwolf Gorgei Dieng

Current Minnesota Timberwolf Tyus Jones

Minnesota Assistant Coach Kevin Garnett

Minnesota Head Coach (At the time) Sam Mitchell

Finally! I've been holding out on you guys for too long. It's time for you all to see more of what UniKaanon930 and I have BOTH come up with.

We came up with this last summer back in 2016, set in the off-season before the 2016-17 season, Andrew and Zach's third.
Taya is really 17 at this point, but we made her a junior in college.
Camryn's like 16 in the real, but she's also a junior in college.
In the real KG's retired, but we made him a coach instead.

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Camryn's POV:

"Stop messing with me!!" "BAAAAAAAA-ah-ah-ah-AAAAAAAAAHH!! Calm down lil' boy, what's your problem?" "Ahhhhhhh Zachiepoo can't deeaal with thiiiiiss!... Camryn! Your brother is too cuuuuute!" I'm just sitting here laughing at everything going on right now.

We're on a plane going back to Minnesota from Los Angeles. We were on the beach for the past two weeks with most of the 2015 and some of the 2014 NBA rookies. Before that, Andrew treated all of us to his house and the back of his house where the syrup pools were. It was very fun!

But you must be wondering what's up with Zach. Well, see, while at the beach in Los Angeles, we started playing this new made-up game called 'Dare or Dare'. Cameron Payne came up with the idea. The rules were simple:

You always have to choose dare, hince the name of the game. You have to do the dare the first time it's given, and every dare has to deal with _exual actions...

Yep. _exual actions.

And due to all the best friend pairs and some hate/frenemy pairs, that's what made it very exciting. The case with my brother, Zach, is that he was always dared to do it with Andrew, who is Taya's older brother. He despises it.

Now, Taya, she's the youngest of the whole Wiggins family, a family of six. Andrew's the youngest brother out of him, Mitchell Jr., who's the oldest, and Nick. He has an older sister by a couple years, Stephanie, and then younger sisters Angelica and Taya.

Myself, Angey, and Taya are juniors and part of a sorority in our schools. I attend UCLA, like my brother did, and they attend Maple Leaf University, which is the most prestigious university in Canada. Might as well be; it's in Toronto. They're from there.

Our families are friends with each other, especially Angey, Taya, and I. Taya and I are actually best friends! She's a little crazy... actually, very crazy, bipolar even, but we consider each other our wives.

Of course, we've been friends ever since just before the 2014 draft. I met her first before Andrew and the rest of her fam. The Wiggins family is the most famous in all of Toronto and Canada, and quite a little... inappropriate... but I love every single member. Other than Taya and Angelica, I like Andrew the most. He's so cute and hot! Honestly!

Sorry, can't help myself. I do have a romantic interest though. You may have heard of him, Jordan Clarkson of the LA Lakers. His younger sister, who's also a junior at California State, Julia Clarkson, is my other best friend that doesn't attend UCLA. She isn't in a sorority like us three, but she does do football. She also plays in the NRL, the National Rugby League, part-time. Julius Randle is her boyfriend, but she's also bi.

And speaking of interests and brothers, my brother Zach, or Zachiepoo as Taya likes to call him, is on some deep $_it right now. He hates the idea of me and Jordan together, though we explained to him that we're not, but that's just how big brothers should be. Overprotective.

Well, Andrew's not exactly that way with Taya and Angelica. He lets them be free to do whatever they want, which probably explains why Taya is unbelievably insane. But he also lets them date whoever they want, unlike Zach with me. He's too overprotective, to the point where I'm convinced he'll never let me talk to a guy again.

But enough of my woes. This is about Zach, Andrew... and KAT. Whoo's actually laughing obnoxiously at Zach's misery right now. I would say 'Poor Zach' right now, but.....

*Smirks while shrugging and crosses one leg over the other, rolls hand up to the side, looking on at Zach's misery.*

Zach's POV:

"I'm warning you, stooopp", I threaten, glaring at Andrew. "Awwww, the poor baby boy can't handle a little coonntaaact", he smirks right back, dipping his hand down on my crotch. I swipe it away and get angrier.

"AAAAAAAAAH-ha-HAAAAAAAAA!!! Zachy's MAAAAAAAAADD!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!", KAT screeches to the right of me. Now I'm pis_ed. He better be lucky the aisle's between us. He's got just enough time to run away from this, as long as he doesn't trip over the chair with his big _$$ clumsy feet.

"Why do you guys always double-team up on me?", I ask, frustrated. "We can make it three, Zachiepoooo!", Taya adds on in her annoying high-pitched voice, grinning widely and $tupidly. I huff loud and long in exasperation.

"Camryn, help me out, here", I plead. She teasingly smiles at me and grabs her sprite, then slirps it slowly. "Let's make it fo', bro", she smirks smugly. I feel myself grow madder. I grip the seat arms, then slam my hands down on them. KAT and Taya jump.

"You guys are no fair!!", I yell at them. KAT leans back in his chair and holds his hands up in mock surrender. "Woooooaah Tiger!", he says. "More like Pink Panther", Cam laughs. "More like a big, sunburnt, piece of bubblegum or tomatooo! Waiting to erupt!", that _amn Taya offers, smiling hugely. I really hate her.

"Nah, more like a hot pink d_ck", Andrew shrugs, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.

KAT starts snickering. He leans forward and starts full-fledged laughing at me while pointing at me. He falls out of his seat and then rolls around the floor, clutching his sides. "M'row-m'row-m'row-m'row-m'row, M'ROW-m'row-m'row-m'row-m'row-m'row!", his $tupid cat, named Kat, laughs along. Andrew smiles as everyone else begins snickering loudly at me, bopping his head to whatever the _uck he's listening to in his headphones.

I get more furious and growl lowly. Since I don't wanna spaz out on them, I stand up and stomp off to the bathroom, clinching my fists. Before I make it, I hear everyone's laughing directed toward me, KAT's $tupid loud laugh filling my ears the most. God I hate them.

Andrew's POV:

"Aaaaaah-ha-ha-haaaaaaaa! That's the way t' put it on 'im fan! That's the waaaayy!", KAT yells. He high-fives me. "Yaaaaaaaayy! Great job brother!", Taya says. "Thanks, sis."

"And I loove how you said your part, Camryn! 'Let's make it fooo', broooo'!!", Taya compliments Cam Cam. She chuckles and shakes her head. "Thanks, Taya", she giggles.

"The boy gon' have high blood pressure soon", I remark. "Let's hope he can last longer so we can keep doing this to him!", Taya grins widely, hugging Camryn around her neck from behind the seat.

"Meh. Don't wanna burst his bubble", I say. "Chuh", Camryn says, waving it off, "Don't worry about my brother. He deserves it." "She's right, though, Andrew. Haven't you seen how paranoid he gets? He's more paranoid than Tyus is! I thought you would've known this after being with him for 3 years", KAT explains to me.

"Yah. I know. And I'm not worried about him. It's his own fault", I insist. "Brotherrr! I believe yoouu!", Taya says, smiling widely, eyes closed. "And I love your hair, Camryynn!".....

After 40 minutes, our plane finally lands. We load our stuff up off the plane. Taya almost falls, but I grip her jacket just in time. Nothing new at all. It's been happening since she was a baby.

As KAT gets off, Zach comes off last. "You need some help, baby boy?", I ask him, sneering. He steps off glaring at me as he walks by. "_amn, okaayy!", I apologize, holding my hands up.

10 minutes later, the five of us walk up to the door of the Timberwolves facility. I open the door to let them all go through.

We walk past the guards and through the tunnels to get to the room with the 35-foot couch. Camryn and Taya venture off farther to the kitchen. We walk in to a cranky KG, which is not saying much because he's always cranky.

"Where have you three ungrateful children been!?" "Fam!-", KAT starts. "Don't fam me, Karl", he snarls. "I asked a question and I expect it answered."

We stayed silent as we look over to the other OGs, Andre Miller and Tayshaun Prince. They shook their heads at us. Then Coach Mitchell sighs and trudges over to him. He lays a hand on his shoulder.

"Let it go, Kevin", he says calmly. "Why?", he asks crossly. "Because it's the off-season", he rolls his eyes. He scowls in our direction.

"Fiiiinne", he huffs, crossing his arms and sitting back down. "Y'all make an old man sick", he scoffs, and waves us off. We all look at each other and then go upstairs to our room we share.

Zach flops onto our shared bed. "Thank _ucking Heavens", he sighs. I roll my eyes and KAT silently snickers.

"Well, see ya, fams! I'm gonna find Gorgei and Bazz, though that shouldn't be too hard. I'll just leave you two here all by yourselves fams! Byyyyee!", KAT smirks before he exits the room. His cat smiles smugly at us before he hops on KAT's back.

I look over to Zach. Then I smirk too. I decided to get comfy, so I crawl all over him to get to my spot on the bed. I put my crotch over his face and laugh as he struggles to get me off him. He eventually gets me off and then frowns at me. Then he stands up to walk out of the room. I do the same.

Annoying him is soo fun. And more important, it's ridiculously easy. He can hold in as much as one little flame in a full forest before he ignites. It's that easy!

I probably just live to annoy him every day. And he's only 2 weeks younger than me! It's cute, really.

But anyway. Zach stumbles back a bit, which causes me to stop short. It's Ricky. (For Ricky, kinda read everything he says in a Spanish accent.)

"Oh, you guys are back!", he says. "Yep." "Cool. How long ago did you get back?" "Around 10 minutes ago", Zach says. "Nah. More like closer to 5 minutes", I protest. "Does it really matter?", he asks me, already getting mad again. "Do you want it to really matter?", I challenge.

"I want you to stop messing with me", Zach grumbles. I smile teasingly and stick my hands in my Adidas joggers pockets. "No can do, baby boy."

"And could you please not call me that?" "Huh? Baby boy? Fine. Would '$exy' do for you?", I suggest, wiggling my eyebrows, smirking. Zach groans and turns on his heel to go down the stairs.

I glance at Ricky, kinda startling myself because I was forgot he was there the whole time. He seemed to have been listening to our conversation very intently, since he's currently staring up at me intently. I blink a couple times. He does the same. Then he turns to go downstairs too.

Not 5 seconds later, I hear a large outburst from the three loudest guys on the team: "Ayyyyyye, Tyus! Glad you could join in on 'de fun!" "Yeeeaah, lil' man! Getcho curly hair _$$ in here!" "TYUS, fam!! Where were ya!? You weren't missing Jahlil that much, were ya, fam!? Com'on in here, fam! Get some'a this looove!!"

I sigh deeply. Well, looks like we found Gorgei and Bazz.

"Ookay, okay. Set me down. Yeah, just- yeah. Right there. Thank you. Now, where's Andrew and Zach?", I hear Tyus ask.

"Probably having complications or something. You know them!", KAT says from his spot downstairs. "Naah, probably havin' $ex or some $_it", Shabazz implies. One of them snorts loudly. I sigh again and shake my head. Then I make my way down the steps.

"Actually guys, I'm right here", I call to them on the 3rd to the last step. "Oh. So, y'aalll wasn't havin' $ex?", Bazz asks. "Nah. Sorry." "$_it", he curses under his breath.

"It's not like it's 'de end of da world", Gorgei tells him. "Yeeeeaaah, but Andrew and Zachy need to get togetherrr", Karl whines. "Take y'all _uckin' whining and crying somewhere else!", KG yells from the couch. We all get quiet.

After about 10 seconds of just looking around at each other, Tyus pats Karl's back. "Sometime soon", he agrees. "Where is he, anyway?" They all turn to look at me.

I furrow my brows. "Why y'all expect me to know where the m'fer is all the _amn time?" They look at me as though I had just said that Tyus is a better dunker than Zach.

"Uhhhhh, duuuuhh", Bazz says, flicking his hand to the side. "Fam. How sway? How sway?", KAT asks, sinking down to his knees in theatrical fashion. I shake my head. "Y'all some kids, maann", I say.

"Kids?", Ricky asks in disbelief, walking up to us. He points a finger up at me. "I am older than you. I was on this team first... *1Nunca fui parte de esto", Ricky declares, going up the stairs.

"......Wah??", Gorgei and Shabazz ask. "I don't know either", KAT say. I nod my head. "...For once in my life, I don't know", Tyus says, looking down.

"Oh well, forget him. Com'on KAT. Let's go wreck some $_it up!", Bazz offers. "You know I'm in, fam!!" "Let's go", Gorgei agrees, running after them. "Yeah all y'all little kids get the _uck up outta my sight!", KG yells. "KGGGG...", Coach Sam Mitchell warns.

Tyus and I look at each other and shrug as we turn to go back upstairs.

Not 2 seconds later, we hear a muffled-but-not-that-muffled complaining from upstairs. I hear Camryn and Taya laughing hard. Tyus looks at me in slight concern before we run up the rest of the stairs...

Taya's POV:

"Taya, get me outta here!!", Zachiepoo yells. I laugh half-heartedlyyy. "Ha! Ha! Ha. Ha. Haaaaa. No can dooo, Zachiepoooo!", I say, clasping my hands together. He groans and keeps yelling at mee.

"Taya, you're crazy!", Camryn half-yells, half-laughs at me. "Thaannk yoouu! And you're beautifuulll!", I say right back. She laughs some more! I love her laauugh! It's contagious.

My brother and cute Tyus flock into the room. "What is going on in here?", Tyus asks us. "And when did that recycling bin get in here?"

"Funny storyyy!...", I start, staring at Andrew with my mouth open. "Nope, no story", Camryn chuckles, looking like she was trying not to burst out laughing agaiinn. "Tell 'em, Taya."

"Weelll, plain and simple reallyy! I trapped Zachiepoo in this trash caann! That's alll!", I finish. "Well um, first off it's a recycling bin", Tyus corrects me. "Whateeverrr! You're cute tooo!", I smile, going over to hug him. "Uhh no, get away from me", he saayys, lightly pushing me away. "Whyyy do I always get rejected?", I ask no one.

"Well at least you've got me", Camryn exclaims. "Oh yeeeaah! You're riiiight!", I agree, going over to her. We side-hug each other. "All you other boezoes are nothing special!", I state, beaming with my eyes closed. Cute Tyus looks up to the ceiling. I look up there too, but I see nothing special about iit.

"Well, that doesn't explain why he's in a trash can though", Brother says. "Plain and simple reallyy!-", I start. "Holy kit-KAT canoly, why is Zach in a trash can?!", Karl asks, standing at the doorway with Shabazz and Gorgei. I just smile some morre.

"Plain and simple reallyy!...", I begin again. "$_UT UP!!", Zach screams from inside. I just cackle at his misery even more. He's so cute when he's at a disadvantaage!

"Fams! Can'cha just open up the trash can?", KAT asks Zach. "Recycling bin!", Tyus shouts. "Whatever, fams." "Noo, 'cuz it's stuck! Taya locked me in here!", Zachy saayys, frustrated.

Andrew snorts. Then he pats his leg and starts laughing. "How you even manage to get stuck in a recycling bin? Did you let Taya put you in there?", he aasks. "$_ut up and get me outta here." "Nope. That's your _amn fault. Find someone to help you, maybe", he chuckles. "Why don't one of you help me!? You're right there!"

"Oop, not anymore", Bazzy says, snickering as he runs down the stairs. "Me neider. I'm getting my blllack _$$ outuv here", Gorgei states, running out after him. "Yeah fams! Good luck!", KAT yells, giggling and going with theem.

"You guys are no fair!!!", he yells again, punching the inside of the traash can. "Well goossh, no need to be repetitiiive", I taunt. Though it probably wouldn't seem like it because I'm always smiliing!

"Ohh Lord Heavens what is going on in here?", the cute Ricky Rubio asks slowlyy. "Rickyyyy!!", I yell. "I love yoouu! You're cute too!! All Spanish people are!... Can I have a huugg?", I ask, holding my arms out wide. "Ehh no. Sorry, Taya." "_angit!", I yell.

"Tayaaaa... Get. Me. Out. Of. Here", Zach says in a warning tone. I put my hand on my chin to make it look like I was thinking about it. "...Nope!", I reject, smiling. Camryn and I stand up to head out the door.

"You are so naive sometimes", Camryn states, shaking her head. She links her left arm with mine as we walk out the room to go downstairs.

"CAMRYYNN!!!"

Andrew's POV:

I stroll over to the bin and crouch down next to it. "You seem to be having fun", I smirk to him. Zach growls loudly. "_amn, don't be too excited to romp around in there", I tease.

"Andrew, I'm warning you, get me-the _uck up outta here." I chuckle. "You're adorable." "$_UT! UP!" I start snickering.

"Do you maybe have claustrophobia?", I ask suggestively. "No", he snaps. "So then you have *2achluophobia", I state bluntly. "Andreeeww..."

"How about *3cleithrophobia?" "NO." "Oh, so you must have *4purinsumphobia or some $_it", I tease, snickering. "NO!! $_ut UP!", he growls. I stop.

"Well it must be some $_it you have, it's not that big of a deal." "I'm trapped in here!!" "So then it's gotta be cleithrophobia!", I argue, upping the pitch of my voice. "IT'S NOT!!!"

I stay quiet. "GET. ME. OUT! OF! HERE! Is that too hard to follow!? You're right _ucking there and you're not doing anything!! None of you do anything!", he yells, enraged and pounding on the inside of the bin. ...He must be red as _ell's landscape right now, I think. I step back a little.

"Okay, _amn! I'll get you out-" "Hoh, thank, Heavens!-" "But only on one condition", I interrupt, holding my finger up. "Jesus, bro, what now?!?", he groans.

"...You have three choices: Either you find a way to get yourself out, you find someone else in this building to get you out,... Or I get you out, but here's the catch...

"You have to kiss me."

There was silence for about 3 seconds, until,

"WHAAAAAATT?!?!?"

"Yah. You gotta. I can't just help you and get nothing in return. I'm too valuable for that", I gloat, looking up at the ceiling in self-praise. "'Too valuable' my _$$!! I am not having you get me outta here!!", the baby declares. "I put my foot down!" "But your foot is already down. I doubt you could even lift it from how scrunched up you are." "$_UT UP!", he yells for the I-don't-know-what time in the span of 5 hours.

"Who else is in here!?" "Uhh, just you, duh", I answer. "NO!, I didn't mea-, ugh, you know what I mean!", he shouts out, more irritated. "Okaaayy. Ricky is", I tell him truthfully, just realizing that I myself had forgotten just before now. Tyus was still in here too.

"He is? Ricky! Please! Help me out here! You always help everybody out!", he states. "Alright, I got y-" "Rickyy! Get down here!", Coach KG barks from downstairs.

"...Uhh, sorry, Zach. Lemme get back to you. So sorry", he apologizes, going out the room. "RICKY!!" "Hola?" "Donchu yell 'dat wit yo' white, Spanish _$$ and get-the _uck down here!!"

Zach groans. "Just let me do it." "_uck no, not you", he rejects. "Someone!? Tyus!?" "Nope. I gotta vent out my frustrations too. I'll see you later, bro." He exits out. Zach huffs.

"Juust keep tryyiiiinnng!", I sing with a grin on a face. "When you need me, all you gotta do is call me", I assure him, and exit the room.

Zach's POV:

After I hear Andrew's footsteps get farther away, I punch the bin in anger. How come no one wants to ever help me?, I wonder.

No way in _ell am I ever letting that dumb_$$ help me outta here. 'You must have cleithrophobia' my _$$. Ohh if only I could get out of here right now to permanently shut his _$$ up...

I try to get out again by pushing on the top of the inside. As the last few times I've tried, it doesn't budge. Taya must've really done some work to get it like this. How the _uck did she even get me in here in the 1st place?

I sigh again. I decided to call everyone else in the arena, like Andrew suggested, because if he's gonna be the one to get me out, he's most definitely gonna be the last person I'll ever surrender to. So, I start with my other Big 3 member, and the most annoying person I've ever met other than Andrew's _amn sister, KAT.

"KAAAAAATT!!" "Whaaaaatt?", he grunts loudly from downstairs (Like how you yell and I yell out to mom sometimes 😂😂!!). "Can you maybe get me outta heerre!?" I hear Taya's loud _$$ laugh again, then KAT's rough _$$ high-pitched cackle. I honestly don't know who's is worse.

"Nope! Sorry fams! Maybe you can get your boooyyfriiieennd to help you out, Zachiepooooo. Ha!" I groan for the I-don't-know-what time in a matter of hours. I call for Gorgei and Shabazz, but I get the same _ucking result.

"M'row-m'row-m'row-m'row-m'row-m'row-m'row, M'ROW-m'row-m'row-m'row-m'row-m'row-m'row-m'row!!" That $_upid _$$ _ucking cat, I frown. "Ha, I agree with you, Kat KAT!"

The cat's full _amn name is Kat KAT, named by KAT himself. He actually looks pretty much just like him. He named it Kat, which I personally think is dumb, and his middle name is Karl-Anthony, initials KA, which is Karl's actual name. And since he's apart of his family, his last name is Towns, like KAT's, which are all his initials. Kat KAT. (If that makes any since to the people not named Karrington that don't know. 😁😁!!)

Either way, both of them are _ucking annoying, and they even sound the same. It's $_upid. But what the _uck ever.

"Tyuuuuss", I drag on, whining. "Venting frustrations, broooo", he replies. "My frustrations are way more important than yours!" "The _eck you mean? You're just stuck in a recycling bin! I'm having serious best friend complications! Friends are supposed to be forever!, not recycling bins. Especially a best friend that you've had for seven. Years. I mean, hellooo-oooo?!

"While I got problems, you apparently need help", he states bluntly. I roll my eyes and huff in annoyance. And Tyus is supposed to be the considerate one, they say, I snort. These _ucking Dukies.

I sigh in determination. I refuse to let Andrew get the best of me. He always messes around with me; half the time you never even know if he's serious or not. I guess that's just "The Canadian Way", or "The Way of the Canadians", as he calls it. I shake my head.

In the real, I actually like Andrew, though I absolutely hate to admit it. Like all Canadians, they usually have a lotta pride, like, a looooootta pride. So it'd only fuel him more if he ever knew I clarified it.

I always reject it every single time KAT, his siblings, my sister, my other draft class members, my teammates and coaches, and my other peers from the draft classes right above and below me, insist I do. Even when Old Drew himself says so, but it's easy to do so because he's so obnoxiously annoying.

I betchu he already knows I do too, but I'm not admitting a _amn_$$ thing... Speaking of Old Drew, here the werewolf-devil is now, I realize by the sound of mockingly happy feet.

"You found anyone yeeeett?", he asks all slyly. "I will", I say, sure of myself. "If you truly believe that..." "I know it", I declare. "You're not gonna get me this time." He stays silent.

"Now $_ut up. Rickyyyy!?" "*Hermanooo, I'm trying, but KG isn't letting me go yet!" "You _aaammn right I ain't lettin' yo' cream _$$ go! You stayin' here!" "5*¿Pero por qué, thooouugh?", Ricky whines. "THAT $_IT RIGHT THERE!!!", he roars at him. "....." "Oh _ell no I ain't Sam!", he yells a couple seconds later.

I can't half hear anything up in this $_it. I gotta get out of here, I think. I push on the top of the bin again. "I feel like this is a scene in 'Tom and Jerry' where you're Tom and you're getting beat up by Spike", Andrew laughs.

I am about sick and tired of his $_it. "How about you $_UT UP?!?", I growl at him. "Ohhhh", he responds. (For alla y'all that know Reggie Couz... 😂😂!!!)

"Don't pop a blood vessel now", he giggles. "Ugghhhh!!", I grumble loudly. Will he ever $_ut up??

"And stop all that yelling and griping, kid!", KG scolds me. "You gon' make all us oldies have a headache!" "Can one of y'all 'oldies' help me out of this God_amn bin?!", I ask, rolling my eyes. "Bin?", a voice like Tayshaun Prince's asks. "What bin?", Coach questions. "The recycling bin Taya stuck him in!", Ricky answers.

"That's why I've been trying to get outta here to go help him!", he tells KG, I assume. "..... but you ain't leavin'!!", KG says a second later. "Yeah, and my old _$$ ain't poppin' no bones to go up there either", a faint voice that sounds like Andre Miller's declares. I huff again.

"You sure you don't want any help from me? I can give it to you", Andrew, probably with a smug smile on his crinkled _$$ face, asks. "You are the last person I'll ever ask help for", I state, gritting my teeth. He doesn't talk for a few seconds.

"So I see what this is nooooww!", he exclaims. Yeah right, what, I think. As if on cue:

"You have a certain anthropohobia from meeee", he claims.

...I scrunch up my face. That's the- "That's the $_upidest thing I swear I've ever heard", I lowly say. "Might be, but apparently it's true. You would've been asked me for help by now, but instead, you're avoiding me." "Nooo, it's because you said you're gonna kiss me if you get me out! And that's not fair", I complain.

"Ohhh okaaay, so you have a fear of kissing me then", he says. "...." I say nothing, but get madder. He chuckles once. "Uh-huh. Thought so."

Though that's not it, either. It was just the _ucking deal that he made. It's _ucking one-sided! I don't like kissing or being forced to kiss anybody!, I think. I notice the sound of him walking away.

"Looks like you're running out of people. I doubt they're gonna volunteer to help you... Again, I'm here if you need me." Then he walks out.

I sigh for the I-don't-know-what time today. Then I go around again for all the people's help. And same ol' same ol': Tyus is 'venting his frustrations', Ricky can't go 'cause KG won't let him go, KG and the 'Oldies' are 'too old and fragile' to travel up the stairs- and even Coach said so!, though he should help out everybody!- and KAT, his cat, Camryn, Taya, Gorgei, and Shabazz are all annoying and all in on Andrew's plan so they purposely won't help me out.

I sigh, feeling defeated. Looks like Andrew has won once again, like he always does in everything we compete in. Well, except for dunking, but still.

I still wanna, and need to, get outta here... I guess I have no choice.

I breathe in sorrow for myself. "Annndreeeeeww..."

Andrew's POV:

I'm sitting in the downstairs room next to the room with the cranky KG watching a Timberwolves-$purs game (😌😌) with KAT, Tyus, Kat, Gorgei, Bazz, Tay, and Cam Cam when I hear him drone out my name.

I look over to the others. "Well there you go, man. He's all yours for the taking", Bazz says. Gorgei nods his head, smiling with his mouth closed. "Go get 'im, fams!", KAT pushes me (literally and 😏figuratively😏). Tyus sighs and rolls his eyes at him. "Get him, Tiger!", Tay and Camryn smirk at me. "M'row m'row!", KAT's cat salutes me.

That cat is still weird, I think as I walk out and up the stairs...

"You finally figured out who to call, huh?", I smirk, strutting into the room. "$_ut up and come on with it", he demands.

"Whatever", I surrender, taking a few seconds to get the lock off. _amn, Taya must've really did some good stuff to get it like this. It takes me about 10 seconds, but I finally unlock it and open up the bin. Zach crawls his way out of there. Then he just stands there, narrowing his eyes at me. I'm actually surprised that he's not the least bit red or pink right now. Nor are there any veins popping out the side of his head.

"Okay, and now the other part of my deeaall?", I state in a question-like manner. Zach crosses his arms. "I never agreed to that _ucking deal", he scowls. "Yaahh, but you gotta do it."

"Why?" "'Cause I say so." He huffs and folds his arms. He looks  towards the door, which is a good 10 yards away from where he's standing. Not to mention I'm standing in his way anyway.

"And I locked the door already, so don't try it", I state, advancing on him. He backs up a little, but then jukes me and runs past me for the door.

But I recovered fast enough and run over just as he puts his hand on the doorknob. I grab his wrist and swiftly turn him around, pinning him to the wall.

I waste no time after that, kissing him as soon as I do.

Zach's POV:

Andrew turns me around so I'm backed up against the wall next to the door. The strength he used really hurt, but not as much as the force he's using right now to kiss me. Using tongue too? Ew!

Though it's as strong as the weight of a Karl-Anthony Towns accidently falling on you, he's actually very smooth with it. It's not sloppy like I assume KAT's would be, but I'm never going to find out.

I try to get myself away, but he uses both his hands to grip my wrists, very strongly, might I add. He pins them to the sides of my head. I grimace a little in pain. I feel like I may get rashes on them after he lets go.

I grunt, trying to turn my head to the side, but he forcefully keeps it there. He then lifts his right knee up and presses it on my crotch and presses up on me. I sigh into his mouth deeply as he applies more pressure on it.

He deepens the kiss and slides his hands up to mine and interlocks our fingers together. Then he raises my arms and places them above my head. He keeps pushing his knee upwards on my clothed you-know-what, my legs getting weaker.

He's hardly letting me get any air. He's kissing me with so much intensity and passion, it's nearly impossible to not give it back. So, I kiss back.

While playing that $_upid 'Dare or Dare' game, I hadn't kissed him back, rather I just let him do whatever. But this time is different, though he still easily overpowers me.

Andrew takes his left hand away and firmly keeps his other one on both my wrists. With his now free hand, he snakes it down the front of my Nike joggers.

I breathe out through my nostrils as I now struggle to get out of his grasp. As much as I hate being forced to kiss someone, I despise being forced into $ex or $exual actions.

But the more I try, the more he prevails by moving it more into my boxers. I obviously don't want that to happen, so I stop squirming around. I whimper as he puts his hand through anyway, and slowly massages my left inner thigh. I can feel him smiling on my lips. I frown.

Then he even more slowly trails his hand to the right. I inhale deeply as he moves it onto my you-know-what. He halts all motion, including action with the kiss. He has his lips parted, his teeth softly biting down on my top lip. I hold my breath and keep my eyes closed shut, just waiting for him to continue torturing me, like everyone has been doing today.....

But he does nothing.

He instead takes his hand off and out of my crotch area. He loosens his right hand from my wrists as well; I let my arms fall and rest on the sides of my head.

He places his hands lightly on the lower sides of my face and gently kisses me, no tongue. I'm a bit shocked- actually, a lot shocked, but I loosen up my eyes and relax into it. I roll my fingers up as the kiss gets slightly deeper.

After 10 more seconds of this, we release out of it. He softly strokes my cheeks with his thumbs and stares me in the eye. I stare right back into his dark brown ones. His eyes flick around, seeming to observe my face. It doesn't exactly make me nervous, but...?

We stay doing that for maybe 10 more seconds, until he uses his right pointer finger and softly trails it under my chin before he gets up off me. As soon as he does, he unlocks the door and leaves, saying nothing. Neither do I.

I sink down onto the floor, my head flooded with mixed emotions and a thousand jumbled-up thoughts and questions.

Why did he do that? Why didn't he go through with it? What was all that about at the end? That little, mysterious, piece of... Well at least it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Why did I enjoy it? He's a good kisser. Why did I kiss back? Did he mean any of this f' real? How and why do I still like him??

I look up to the ceiling at the last question, ignoring all the others. Because it's just The Canadian Way, I think, a small smile forming on my face. The first time I've smiled today, I notice.

The realization of it makes me smile even more. I close my eyes in satisfaction.

I guess Canadians could cure cancer one day...

Hoh thank _ucking Heavens, finally! $_it took me forever! Got a near 6,000 words again. #ChillPillShallNotBeTaken.

Okay sooo, can we just saayy, pooorr Zach!!

I'm sooo _ucking sorry, Zachiepooo! I did you worse than I did I.T.! MUCH worse.

But he's a repetitive little something, isn't he?: "Get me outta here!!", "'I gotta get outta here'", "Get me-the _uck up outta here", "Get. Me. OUT! OF! HERE!"!! 🎤Yuh yuh yuh🎤!!

Alright, but enough of that $_it. Y'all wanna know what the _uck all that Spanish and -phobia $_itisis means and stands for.

Well, I got us! The Kaydenuh Westonuh Glossaryuhuh!:

*Nunca fui parte de esto: Translation is 'I was never a part of this'.

*Achluophobia: The fear of the dark.

*Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped or locked in.

*Purinsumphobia: The fear of trash cans.

*¿Pero por que: Translation is 'But why?'

...Yaaaahh!

And just in case, claustrophobia is the fear of close spaces, and anthropophobia is the fear of human beings...

Sooo, yuuuuhh!!

Fruit Roll-yourselves-Up into a blanket for next time and stay ready for that action!