He had a plan. Throughout the game he’d been keeping a quiet eye on the stands watching, waiting for an opening to get this guy’s attention but he never really made eye contact and whenever they would get close the other man would look away blushing at something his friend was joking about. JC was getting frustrated. That’s when the time came to throw our the complementary t-shirts to lucky audience members. JC headed towards one section and paused looking out into the audience. Catching site of two people in the upper part of the lower level talking to each other and not really noticing the people around them arms reaching, screaming in attempt to get JC’s attention and get the blessed shirt he would soon throw. Bringing his finger up to his lips JC shushed the section of people who obeyed as much as possible before moving out of the way to allow him a clear shot. Tossing the t-shirt he succeeded. Justin was caught off guard as something soft bounced off his head. Stunned he looked down to where the offending object landed to see a rolled up burgundy t-shirt. “what the…” “Dude check it out!” Trace his best friend laughed pointing up to the stadium’s television in the center of the arena. Justin looked up and was greeted with the image of himself. Finally realizing that people around him were staring, clapping and laughing, Justin looked to the court to see JC standing looking in his direction with a grin plastered on his handsome face. “Nice to see we’ve finally got your attention back there!” JC said into his microphone. Justin felt his face heat to volcanic levels as he blushed bringing the now unraveled shirt up to cover his face in embarrassment. JC chuckled lightly into the microphone as the audience screamed and awed over the scene playing out before them.