Melanin Imagines

Lamelo Ball

Tyrah

Coming back from my morning run I checked my watch seeing it was already 12. I must have been caught up talking to my friend I saw while on my run. Walking up the driveway I saw an unfamiliar car. It might have been one of my parent's friends I'm not so sure.

Unlocking the door I'm met with five faces. They all turn to me but I quickly look away as if I didn't see them. 

( Just to let yall know my writing style will change a lot )

Dad: Tyrah please come we need to talk

I walked over to where they were in the living room. Sitting in a single chair away from the rest, I looked at the light-skinned boy laying back on the couch on his phone. He had short curly hair with a bit of a beard growing. Not to mention the light freckles covering his face were adorable. He was a handsome man ngl but I'm just wondering what's going on.

LaVar: I'm LaVar Ball and this is my wife Tina - he said gesturing to tina

Damn this nigga loud as fuck

Lavar: So I'm just gonna say as parents which I'm sure your parents can agree with is that we will always want the best for our children. Before you two were born me and your father agreed that when you turn 18 and when Melo gets drafted you two will get together.

I had way too many questions going through my head and this man has only been talking for 1 minute. Who is you two? Who is Melo? And dating?? This man had to be wildin

Dad: So what LaVar is saying is that you and his son LaMelo will be getting together now that he is drafted you two are now together

LaVar: We will give yall time to talk

I followed my parents upstairs. While walking downstairs I heard the Lavar fella giving out to the LaMelo fella about being on his phone.

Walking into their room I immediately bombarded them with questions

Tyrah: Have you lot lost the plot? like this has to be some type of joke. Where are the cameras?

Mom: First of never talk to me like that and second it benefits you and him

Tyrah: Why are you only telling me this now?

Dad: We had to wait till you were eighteen

I wasn't arsed to ask any more questions I just laid on their bed looking at the ceiling. I was utterly disgusted with their actions but ay at least he's good-looking.

________

We had to sign some papers now and while I was scanning through the thing making sure I ain't getting scammed or put in a cult or shit like that. I saw a paragraph saying:

-leading to kids....

UHHHHHH KIDS?!?

The only kids I'm planning on are NBA Youngboy's but ay it don't matter cause like I said before he is fineeee

I signed the paper quickly before excusing myself since I was still in my sports bra and leggings.

Both mine and his parents left going to some dinner-type shit when it's literally the middle of the day. 

Tyrah: So what do you wanna do now?

Melo: We could go to the arcade

Tyrah: Ight bet

Walking out of the house and going into his white G- Wagon he opened the door for her. 

Tyrah: And he's a gentleman

He shrugged cockingly. 

Tyrah: And he's cocky

He kissed his teeth before pulling out of my driveway.