Summary: When Richard finally gets a sport; yet the band is confused on the sport he chose.

AU: High School

Inspiration: Nothing

Pairings: None

Warnings: None

Erik sighed as he was lounging on the couch at Macbeth's place. It was raining and too hot outside to go in Sawyer's dad's car garage, so instead, they were at the dark haired boy's house, to where is mother made them chocolate cookies. The red haired boy groaned, stretching while taking a bite of the chocolate chip cookie . "Karate killed me today… I felt like I was gonna die!"

Macbeth scoffed, twirling a cookie with his fingers. "Then you probably would've been dead if you were doing ballet," he remarked, taking a bite out of the chocolate chip cookie his mother prepared.

"Oh yeah? You probably wouldn't survive a day doing karate!"

Silence filled the room as Sawyer face palmed. "Erik," he started, pinching the bridge of his nose while Macbeth smirked, confusing Erik even more. "Macbeth does karate, idiot…"

Erik waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever! We have so many sports, it's hard to keep track of them all. Richard is lucky he doesn't have any."

The said boy, frowned, about the thing that Erik said. "That's not true," he pointed out, giving everyone a wide smile, unaware of everyone's shocked expressions, and Sorano choking on her cookie while Erik was performing the heimlich on the white haired girl.

"Woah! Are you serious?! You have a sport?! What is it?" Sawyer asked, jumping up and down like a young child, making a lot of squeals like a bunch of little kids waiting for Christmas to come. Yes, like a child.

"Swim…"

Macbeth choked on his cookie, causing Sorano to have to do the heimlich on the dark haired boy. A lot of people were choking at the moment. "What the he-"

"MACBETH! NO SWEARING IN THIS HOUSE!" his mother boomed, catching everyone off guard as silence filled the room for a good two minutes, the group exchanging glances at one another, gesturing for someone to break the silence.

"Sorry…" he mumbled sheepishly, then turning his attention on Richard, the oblivious boy. "Why choose swimming? How'd you get in the first place? The swim coach is a total pervert who just lets girls in…"

Richard shrugged. "I told him my sister was in it. Oh yeah!"

"YOU HAVE A SISTER?!"

"No. I lied," came the simple yet dangerous response. Everyone nearly fell out of their seats at those two words. 'I lied,' echoing back in their heads. No way. Richard, above all the people in the world….

Lied?

Sorano broke the silence with a weak laugh. "Wow… Richard… why'd you join the swim team?" she asked, trying to come up with a topic of conversation. The white haired girl then gestured for her other friends to speak up, but they seemed like they were in too much of a shock to even breath (Sawyer was…).

"Richard told a lie… we lost all hope in the world…." Sawyer mumbled, his soul slowly leaving his body.

"I joined because I wanted too," Richard stated blankly, before pausing, a grin coming across his face. "You guys will come to the championships, right?"

Everyone stopped, the thought of seeing Richard in a swimsuit, to them it was scary beyond all reasons. But, they had to say something for their friend; and what kind of friends would they be if they didn't go?

"Why not?"

Well, the swimming competition wasn't too bad. Let's just say, Macbeth got lost on his way to the bathroom, and fell asleep in the girls locker room, Erik's allergic to chlorine, so he was a sneezing mess, Sorano almost got kidnapped by someone named Arigore, Sawyer accidentally hit his head and fell in the pool, and Richard…

..He got a gold medal and made up his mind that his friends weren't coming to anymore of his swim championships.