Scott's POV. On the advantages of being tall! And of course there's Scomiche.
Well, as a starter, when you're tall you can make fun of all your friends for being short even if they're average height.
"Hey Kevin!" I called.
"Huh?" The beatboxer turned to look at me.
"Since when were you so very short?" I cocked my head to the side.
"Go tease Mitch," Kevin said. "He's actually short."
In my defense, Kevin's very hard to make fun of.
You can outrun everyone who's shorter than you, and for me that's just about everyone I know.
You can mess up your pretty-boy buddy's hair very easily! Always a good one.
"Hey, I like your hair today," I said, smiling at Mitch.
"Thanks," he replied, not really paying attention. "Yeah, I just-" He froze.
I grinned, running my hand all through his hair, ruffling it up completely.
"What. Did. You. Do?" Mitch glared up at me.
"You're sexy when your hair looks like that," I said, shrugging innocently, like that was a worthy excuse.
"Leave me alone, you horrid monster," he said, biting his lip to keep from smiling.
Well, you can always tease your friends any way you like, then when they ask for justification use you height.
"Why do you even wear beanies so much?" I asked.
Avi shrugged. "Dunno. They're warm and comfy."
"Well, they're stupid," I said, grinning evilly. "And dragons aren't real."
"Shut up," Avi said, lowering his voice. "What makes you think you're better than me?"
"Aw, dunno," I answered, knowing exactly what my response would be. "Maybe cause I'm taller?"
But somehow, most of my friends get back at me.
"What the hell is wrong with this toothpaste?" I called, spitting it out.
"Your toothbrush has soap on it," Mitch replied matter-of-factly.
"How do you know?" I was confused.
"Cause I put it there," the countertenor said cooly.
"What?" I gasped. Wow, I thought. He's cute even when he's evil.
"Hey, you messed my hair up," Mitch said, putting on his glasses while smirking.