"Over here"
I look over to see Steven holding his arm out for the ball. I use my left arm to hold the guy in front of me back as I dribble with my right.
My boys and I came to the court to blow off steam as usual. When we arrived, there was already a group here so they challenged us to a game. We're now on game three. My team up and we a shot from winning again.
Yo in front of me starts pushing forward so I fake right, fake left, and go right
"OH NO"
Jeremiah voice rings from the bleachers as I shoot a three and just like that .... we won
The boys start making hella noise while Jeremiah follows the guy out the gym
"Somebody call an ambulance. Coby broke his ankles"
"Shawty folded like bloop doop"
"Jeremiah chased after his ass like one of Maury's camera men. That's embarrassing"
"Because I had to get that shit on camera. Fuck you mean"
I shake my head. Why are they like this?
"Are y'all ready to get something to eat?"
"Like yesterday. The fuck"
"Then bring y'all asses"
He dap up, saying bye to the other crew. Grabbed our stuff and left
We head to the smokehouse down the street and sit outside, at our usual table. Yes usual. This something we did every two weeks just to make sure we stay connected.
Dylan and I grew up together. Bonded over the fact that we're both mixed but he looks more white than black. Pale skin, ocean blue eyes, brunette hair and a red beard. People think he has Irish in him before they'd think that he's half black.
We met Steven, Jeremiah and Xavier in college. Steven tried to cheat off me during an open book test. Man was so nervous, had a "The Wood" moment and asked me what page 18 was on.
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