Basketball player ● cakeツ

✦ five ✦

sn; kind of short chappie idk. and the picture is TRU AF ok bye
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[hemmings]

It was a Saturday morning, I felt so relieved after I cleaned up the huge mess from the party that I should have done after it was over but I was tired. I'm so glad my parents aren't home until next week, they're always too busy for me. I also feel accomplished because I got to teach Calum some basketball.

It was fun, he was a really good listener and I can't wait to teach him today. I can't wait to teach him? This is weird. I haven't been this excited since Mary Aries gave me a blowjob, but sadly she moved away last week to some foreign country. I got over it thought. She wasn't that nice anyways.

I got my bag ready and headed to Calum's house. Probably a little too early because when I got there a shirtless sleepy Calum answered the door. "What do you not understand about don't come early?" He raised his eyebrow and squinted from the sunlight.

I rolled my eyes, "Just hurry the fuck up." I laughed. "Seriously, it's 8 am. I don't get up until 12 on weekend, god dammit, you're lucky that you're pretty." He shook his head while going inside. I'm pretty? He's so sweet — shut the fuck up, I'm straight.

Seconds later he came down with a shirt on and his bag. "I'm hungry." He said as we walked past McDonald's. I laughed, "Let's go then," I spoke to him as I turned back and went inside. "I'll pay." I offered, he shook his head. Why is he being difficult? What a brat, I'm just trying to be nice.

"Can I get a breakfast sandwich and Apple juice please?" He smiled at the curly headed old lady. Orange juice can beat Apple juice any day. I stood beside Calum as we waited for his food, ten centuries and two decades later it finally came. "Let's sit." He demanded, sitting in a booth. "No! cmon', I want to go play." I groaned, rolling my eyes. I didn't want to sit in a smelly fast food restaurant.

"Okay, you literately eat, sleep and dream basketball. Lay off for a bit." He put his hands up then grabbed his Apple juice taking a huge sip.

This is going to be a long day.

[hood]

I was full, my stomach was aching from the amount of Apple juice I drank. "I really don't want to practice today." I groaned, rolling my eyes as we approached the courts.

"Oh cmon! You shouldn't have drank so much Apple juice if you're going to be a little whiny bitch," he scoffed while dribbling the ball then plopping his bags. I hate Luke. He's so mean.

"Fuck you Luke, I don't even know why I agreed on this." I sighed, sitting down while holding my tummy. "Okay, later we will go to your house and watch movies." He offered, well more like demanded. Is he trying to make me feel better?

"What makes you think I want you at my house?" I laughed while going up to him, not to close. "I have nothing to do tonight, I'm coming over." He laughed while handing me the ball.

"It's boring with just us, can I text Michael?" I raised my brow while snatching my phone. "Michael?" He looked utterly confused, I'm dumb. "He's my friend." I smiled a little while texting him, I don't care what Luke says.

"Fine, go ahead." He went off to the net and made some shots. I texted Michael where I was and what not and he quickly texted back saying he'd be here in a couple minuets.

"One on one?" Luke asked while holding the ball by his side. I mean, I guess. How will I get good anyways? He handed me the ball, while standing on the free row line while I was under the net. What the fuck was I suppose to do? "Throw it back doofus." He laughed. I rolled my eyes while passing it to him.

He twirled around me, dribbling the ball behind him and around him as I desperately tried to snatch it. But this little fuck boy did a layup. I quickly turned around as he jumped and stumbled down, onto me.

We both fell, with a smack. Well, I broke his fall and now my back hurt. He was on top of me, staring straight into my eyes. I swear, I just swear I felt him leaning in. "Basorexia." He whispered, then quickly got up. What the fuck is basorexia?

I laid there, probably because my bones hurt and I almost fell apart. "Whoa, Luke what did you do to Calum?" I heard a familiar voice chuckle. It was Michael. "He fell." Was all Luke said before going over to sit by his bag. I giggled before getting up and going over to Michael.

We did a "bro" hug before going back to Luke. "We should go to my house now," I snickered a bit as he squinted at me. "Let's go, wait — is he coming?" He points to the shabby boy beside me.

I laughed, "Yeah, he's coming." I confirmed. "Oh . . I just, alright let's go." He laughed, walking ahead of us. "He has a nice butt." Michael whispered quietly to me.

"Touch it, I dare you." I chuckled lightly, whispering back. He smirked, "You do it." He grabbed my hand and smacked it right in the middle.

[hemmings]

A sidewalk is meant for two people, that's why I'm ahead because I'm so much more — "What the fuck!" It slipped out of my mouth when I felt a hand right in the middle on my arse.

The two boys stood there, looking all innocent. "Who did that?" I raised my brow while tapping my foot. Michael slowly pointed his finger to Calum. "No! What a liar!" Calum held his hands in defence, laughing. I rolled my eyes and turned around, I smirked because . . . Why was I smirking?

I shrugged to myself as we all turned into Calum's house and walked in, slipping our shoes off. "No ones home?" I asked Calum as we entered his room. "My mom works over night and my sister went to her friends," he explained while chewing at his nails.

Ew, who does that? That's quite gross to be honest. "We should watch some Netflix." Michael suggested as we sat on Calum's bed. His bed was actually quite large, my bed at home is to small for me.

"Turn it on and pick a movie." He sprawled across the bed, ignoring that Michael and I were on it. Inconsiderate little prick. I'm mean, he's adorable. I lied, wait. Shut up, I'm straight.

"Ooh! Mean girls!" I heard Calum shriek. That was my all time favourite movie, this kid has taste. I admitted. We all sat back on his bed, enjoying the first part of the movie before I heard a small shuffle.

I slowly looked over my shoulder to see Calum cuddling Michael. I felt a small pang in my heart, why did I feel this way? I'm straight, why do I keep saying that? I already know I am.

But the way they cuddle, "I thought you blow bubbles not boys." I blurted, fuck. Calum quickly looked at me, "I just wanted to cuddle and Michael was just kind of there, sorry." He sighed then moved a distance from Michael.

The weight on my shoulders lifted, but then I felt bad. Because he had nothing to lean on. I couldn't just keep my eyes on the movie, I mostly kept them on Calum and it bugged me that I kept staring.

Now I'm really questioning myself, do I blow bubbles or boys?

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✧lmao ending makes me cringe, hi guys how was your day? hows life? I hope you liked this chapter bc I knew I did, I laughed while I wrote that bubble and boys thing bc I thinks it's funny ok if u don't then u aren't human, I always apologize for my horrible grammar at the ending but today I am not so ha fried chicken shit, you know I love you guys. Bye. See you next chapter. Vote, comment all that yenno.

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