Blake was still out for business, and I was about to go shopping. It was nearing ten at night, and against Marjorie's wishes, I wanted to go shopping since I was bored. I knew Blake wouldn't like it either, but oh well. I gathered my phone and purse and moved for the door. For once dressed in an outfit of my choice. It felt good to be back. I slammed the door, before moving towards the elevator.
"Morgan," I heard someone call behind me. I recognized that voice. I spun around to see Russell, getting ready to go out just like me. "Like to go shopping with me?" I took a deep breath and pursed my lips, taking a few steps closer to him.
"I really don't think that's a good idea," I said, simply, hoping he wasn't going to take it the wrong way.
"Morgan, I don't want to be there for you like that, I know you already have Blake," he admitted to himself, "I want to be there for you as a friend. Your best friend, please." How could I say no to that? Russell was my best friend.
"Yeah, sure, where are you headed?" I asked him, motioning him to the elevator.
"I just need to get out," Russell said, shrugging, trailing behind me to the elevator. We both went into the elevator, and I leaned against the wall, folding my arms across my chest. "You bored in there too?" I nodded. "Everyone out doing interviews and all." I nodded again. I just didn't want to talk. I wanted to sit in silence, I wanted to shop in silence, I wanted to walk in my own silence. But, of course, I never got this anymore. "Where would you like to go? Anywhere, I'll go with you."
"Anywhere you want to go really," I smiled at him, "just anywhere away from here." The elevator dinged and slid open as if on cue, both Russell and I walking out. I walked out into the freezing cold night weather that I didn't feel prepared enough for. I wrapped my jacket tighter around me, as Russell matched my pace down the street. "I'm gonna fucking freeze out here," I added with a nervous laugh.
"I won't let that happen," Russell said, adding a sincere smile. I took a deep breath of the outdoor air. We walked a few blocks to H&M, and I walked in, letting the warm air envelope me.
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Russell and I walked down the hallway after shopping, as it was really late now, and I was tired.
"So, we didn't get anything? We just... Went out?" Russell asked, as neither of us had bags.
"You're starting to understand me," I joked, as he was trailing behind me. I reached Blake and I's door. "Goodnight, Russell," I added, grabbing the doorknob. He walked past me, before turning around.
"Morgan?" He asked me. I looked up to him, and took my hand off the doorknob. "You and Blake are getting married... aren't you?" I took a sharp breath and a hard gulp.
"How do you know?" I asked him and he pointed to my finger.
"You have had that big ass rock on your ring finger staring at me all night. I just...." He trailed off, "wow."
"Normally people will say congratulations when you find out their getting married," I muttered, and he shrugged.
"That's because I can't... I won't," Russell admitted. I took a few steps closer to him and narrowed my eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
"Me?" He asked, pouting his finger into his chest, "nothing, Morgan, everything is completely fine." I could sense the sarcasm in his voice.
"Goodnight then," I said, simply, spinning around on my heels, but Russell grabbed my wrist.
"You want to know my problem?" He asked me and I nodded. "My problem is that I really really love you, and I can't have you." I was taken aback by what he said. I thought what he said last night, he didn't mean.
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All We've Got Is Basketball (Blake Griffin FanFic)
FanfictionMorgan is a rising star WNBA player, who has complete focus on the game, and swear she doesn't have time for anything else. Until Blake comes into the picture... Will Morgan be able to focus on both Blake and basketball, along with her twisted past?