"Mom, have you seen my cleats!? We are running late for my game!" Little Javion shouted from the top of the stairs of the James' three story house.
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His older cousin, Shay, also searches downstairs for athletic footwear in a hurry to get on the road. Lifting up the couches and sofa in the living room of his Aunt Olivia and Uncle Spencer's home. Looping around the ground level of the coffee tables in front of the couches and the wooden lamp table behind the couches, he still was of no luck.
"Jav, your shoes are outside! Dad sat them outside because they were muddy from your last game. Remember," His older sister huffed loudly, strolling from the hallway connecting the kitchen to the family den, phone in hand, and her Sony MX5 headphones over her head.
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"Mom! Are you almost done with Mari's hair? We are going to be late for practice, and I really do not want to do crab walks around the gymnasium again," She scowled, throwing herself onto the coach, as her god brother glided by her on his pathway to grab Javion's shoes.
"'Cuse me, cuz!" Shay politely walked between his cousin's legs and the coffee table. "Good luck on Friday, by the way. Sorry, I won't be there to see you kick butt."
"Your loss," Gracianna taunted, sticking out her tongue as Shay tussled her curls. "I'm going to nail my arabian on beam and my double layout during my floor routine!" She gleamed, already envisioning her upgraded stunts in her head that she'd been working on for over two months.
"That's alright. I'll be at your nationals," He swore with a smile, knowing she loved it when he attended her larger meets.
"Pinky promise?" She inquired, wiggling her smallest finger for him to wrap his around.
"Promise." He reciprocated the silly gesture knotting his finger with hers before pressing a kiss to Gracianna's forehead.
"Gigi, are you ready to go? Your Dad's pulling up outside." Olivia announced to her eldest daughter, holding her youngest daughter's hand.
"Yes, ma'am," Gracianna chimed, leaping off the couch. She gave her cousin one last hug, then walked past the staircase into the foyer to grab her jacket and shoes from the closet.
