S C O T T

"Elle, you're not holding the golf club right."

"Yes I am."

I groaned and ran a hand through my wavy hair. Elle glared at me and I just grinned, laughing at how awkward she looked, "You're not supposed to be holding it so close to the bottom."

So far we had gone through one hall - Elle had hit it with so much force that the ball went off course and we had to ask for a new one. She was losing (though she wouldn't admit it), and right now, couldn't manage to hit the ball. And I had tried to be nice and show her how to hold the club, but she refused to listen.

Elle hit the ball and I busted out in laughter when she hit it way too far too the left. She squinted through the darkness and made her way over to the ball. I smirked and leaned against my stick, flashing her a wide grin when she came back. I couldn't see her perfectly, but my jersey practically glowed in the darkness.

"Is this even a sport?" she muttered, bending over and putting her ball down. Elle stood straight up and awkwardly bent over, holding the club too high this time, "How the hell are you good at this?"

I grinned widely and stepped up to the spot. I set my ball down and stood up, holding the golf club properly and lining up my club with the ball. It was a really simple golf course, and everything was supposed to be designed like a boat at night. It was dark, and fluorescent-shaped boats and waves decorated the walls. The floor was even a neon blue.

And the course in front of me was a windmill. You had to make it under it, without the fans of the mill knocking your ball of course. And the two times Elle had gotten her ball towards the windmill, the fans had knocked it astray. Every time.

I hit it lightly and watched with a confident smirk as the ball went forward easily, avoiding the fans and going through the windmill. I walked to the other side and laughed as the ball went into the hole, keeping my perfect score of zero. Elle shot me a glare and attempted to hit my shin with the club, making me just grin even wider at her.

"Do you want a re-do?" I asked, busting into laughter again when she attempted to hit me with the golf-club. It was hilarious to see how annoyed Elle got when she wasn't good at something.

"No I don't want a re-do," she snapped, picking up her ball and making her way over to the next course. Elle dropped the ball and turned, geen eyes bright in the darkness of the course, "next time, we're doing hockey practice. Not golfing in the dark."

I bit my lip and leaned against my club, watching in amusement as Elle tried to line up her ball perfectly with the course. It was simple - the hole was straight, only a few kilometers away. But there were little waves stuck to the ground on either side, and Elle was glaring at them intensly, making me snort.

Elle flipped me off and held her stick (the wrong way again) and pulled it back way too far. I bit on my thumb to keep from laughing and watched as she whacked it with way too much force. The ball slammed against one of the waves and bounced back, rolling right back at Elle's feet.

Elle frowned and turned to me, and I lost it. I looked back up and grinned, unable to stop myself from laughing at how absolutely frustrated she looked. I leaned backwards and laughed, Elle's calls of, "Shut the hell up Scott," just making me laugh even harder. Elle pushed my shoulder and I bit my lip and flashed her an apologetic smile.

"You know," I said, bumping my hip with her and taking her place. I set up my ball and shot her an amused grin, "all you have to do is ask for help. I am a pretty great player, in case you haven't noticed."

Elle rolled her eyes, "No, you're just lucky."

"Lucky, eh?" another smirk slipped onto my lips and I hit the ball lightly, watching as it rolled down the glowing blue floor. It sank into the hole and I turned to Elle, "I believe that's skill."

We went through three more courses of Elle missing every shot and complaining that the courses were angled, which was what was knocking her balls of course. But whenever I went, and got it in right away, Elle accused me of cheating. And every time I offered to help her out, she rejected my offers.

But - despite how much Elle complained - I liked spending time with her. She was funny and kept me laughing. Even though she was doing bad, she still laughed and was just fun. She still was sarcastic and had a comment to make, but I didn't really mind it as much. Her sarcasm was one of the qualities I had grown fond of. (Unless she was using it about me, of course).

"Okay," Elle said, frowning at the course in front of us. It was one of the last ones, and you had to get the ball to go up a hill, down, around a few waves, and then in the hole, "is that offer of you helping me still on the table?"

I leaned against my glub and smirked, "Depends. Can you do one thing for me first, Elle?"

Elle narrowed her eyes but quirked an eyebrow, and I took that as 'go on', "I'd be happy to help you out. But first, admit that I'm actually an amazing mini-golfer and that none of my shots were just skill."

"Absolutely not," she replied, and I shrugged, leaning back. Elle bit her lip and sighed, "okay, you're a good golf-player and your shots weren't skill. Happy?"

I was going to help Elle even if she didn't say it. But I couldn't resist messing with her a bit more; she was pouting at me, green eyes wide, and I just couldn't help it. She looked too innocent and just waiting for help. Plus, I figured it would get back for all the times she had made her comments about my hockey skills.

"Not exactly," I said slowly, tugging on my lip and shooting her an amused look, "you said I'm a good golf-player. But I thought I was an amazing one."

"Scott - "

"Elle," I cut her off, "do you want my help?"

She glared at me and rolled up the sleeves of my jersey. But - despite how much she was glaring at me - Elle sighed and mumbled out a, "Scott is an amazing golf-player."

I grinned happily and walked over to where she was standing. I put the ball back in front of her and stepped behind Elle. I put my hands on her shoulders and angled her to the side a bit. I leaned around her, my shoulder against her shoulder and pushed her hands further down the golf club until they were about mid-way.

"Okay," I said, stepping behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. I put my hands higher up on the golf club and slowly pulled it back, Elle's hands going back with me, "when you hit, you have to follow through. Slowly and then pull it back - slowly!"

Elle slowly pulled the club back and together we hit it forward. My hands dropped from Elle's waist and she took off, sprinting down the length of the course to see if her ball went in. I stood there, realizing what kind of position we had just been in.

And then I was glad it was dark in there because I flushed bright red. I could feel the heat flood to my cheeks and the tips of my ears, and I was sure that even my fingers were red. I bit my lip and ducked my head down, hoping my face wouldn't be the color of a tomato when Elle came back. (Though I knew it would).

"Scott!" Elle shouted and I turned, seeing her making her way towards where I stood. I scratched the back of my neck and turned my head to the side, "It's went in! That was a hole-in-one!"

I met Elle's eyes and she saw how bright red my face was. Now, it was her time to smirk at me and shoot me that confident look I had grown so used to seeing on her face. I laughed and rubbed a hand down my face, hoping that the blush would fade soon. We had just been so close - back to back, my hands wrapped around her waist - that it was a bit awkward.

"Hm," Elle smirked widely and sat down on the edge of the course. Her lips twitched up and she shot me that same amused look, making me groan under my breath, "now, I do believe that was skill."

I rolled my eyes, "Because I practically hit it for you."

"Okay, asshole," I wasn't offended, because Elle laughed and shot me a smile, "let's see if it was you, eh?"

Elle grabbed her golf-club and took the neon green ball out of my hand. She set it up again, held the club properly and evened the golf ball up with her foot. She wasn't doing it all right, but I didn't think she was gonna hit it right. I leaned back and watched in amusement as she took a deep, dramatic breath and slowly brought the stick back.

And then hit it completely evenly.

I watched in bemusement as the ball easily went up the hill. Taking long-legged steps, I watched as the ball went through the course on an even path. I crouched down by the end and my eyes widened as the ball rolled right into the hole, making a soft 'plunk' sound when it dropped down into it.

"What the fuck?" I muttered, and Elle laughed and stood in front of me, a confident smile on her face, "I feel like I've been played."

"Or are you just jealous that my skills are better than yours?" Elle asked, that annoying smirk and confident look on her face.

I frowned and looked up, "Beginners luck," I declared, standing straight up. I dusted off my sweats and cracked my knuckles, smirking back at her. She shot me a challenging look and I grinned at her, "round two."