Chapter Seven

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"You do know my bike is currently being repaired right? So I'm gonna walk instead?"

We were now at the parking lot, bickering on how we're going to adventure with only one bike available.

"Um, why don't you ride on me?"

Ride on you? pffft, no way.

Tsking, I patted his head, "Careful with the language mister."

"What do you mean?" Oh my, this little darling here is so innocent.

"I'm not gonna ride on you but I'm going to ride with you."

He slapped his hands over his mouth, "Sorry, that came out wrong." His cheeks tinted with the colour of ol' granny's red lipstick. I laughed at his reaction. Cute.

No, I'm not going to deny it. Why would I? Its obviously happening in my mind without him knowing it, so should I overly deny or no...? Yeap, the answer is no.

Ah, how much I love my sassy self.

This is life.

I climbed up to his bike, and sat on the seat available behind his seat. Circling my arms around his waist, I took a deep breathe, "Lets go for an adventure!"

Soon, we paddled to a place that still unknown to me.

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Finally, we arrived and Jesse park his bike on the sidewalk grass.

"A basketball court? Nice choice."

He winked, "Why thankyou. Have you been here?"

I pondered, playfully thinking hard, "What if I say yes?" Jesse gasped, "Then I would be horrified."

I laughed, "Hey, I'm not that bad in basketball you know." He smirked, "So you've played before?"

"Um.. nope?"

Jesse stared blankly at me, "So you haven't play it before? Do you even know what basketball is?"

"Aren't basketball and netball are just the same?"

He laughed, "No. Are you kidding me? They're definitely not the same."

"Stop laughing." I pouted at him which made him laugh even more. "Seriously stop, you're making me embarrassed. It looks like I've been living in a cave." I muttered as I covered my face with my hand.

I felt his hand took hold of my hand and removed it from my face. "Don't do that, you look even more cute when you do that."

I stared at him questioningly. He whispered lowly, "Facts, I hate it when you look cute." He then winked.

What does he even mean by that?

He clapped his hand, "Okay then I think we shall start this first adventure of us. Come on!" He then pulled me into the court.

"So what we gonna do is play random things." He threw the brown ball at me.

I caught it and asked, "Random things?" I threw it back at him.

He nodded as he caught it back. "The main goal is to throw the ball into the goal net up there." He pointed the net round thingy.

I nodded understandingly. He then continued, "But you can goal it in any way you want. You can dribble the ball, you can hug the ball as you run, anything."

"Doesn't it seems useless and easy?"

"Not as useless and easy when you play with me." He smirked.

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