your phone rings.
**ring ring **
its your bestfriend from photography, liam.
you answer.
"y/n! i won't be able to take the pictures and videos for UConn's first game tonight!!"
you start giggling before responding with your cheeky reply
y/n: "sounds like a you problem"
liam responds slightly irritated, "y/n, please it's just today.."
you sigh before responding, thinking about how today is literally your only day off until next week.
y/n: "nope, liam im tired and i need a nap"
liam responds almost begging.
liam: PLEASE I WILL BUY YOU COFFEE AND SNACKS AND WHATEVER YOU WANT
you giggle, thinking about the choice you were about to make.
i mean it's just one night anyways and plus it's just photography, you do it everyday. (you say this all in your head)
..
y/n: fine but you owe me!!
liam: THANK YOU Y/N THAN-
you hang up, just needing to be in silence.
*ding!*
liam texts you, sending you the ticket and all the details to get into the game.
you sigh, turning over in bed.
oh y/n what did you get yourself into..
**TIME SKIP**
you drive into the crowed parking lot outside of the venue.
you sigh once again , eager to find at least ONE parking spot.
....
after what felt like HOURS, you find parking.
you get out of your car, already irritated.
slamming the door to your white camry, you walk to your trunk, opening it to grab your purse, camera, and the rest of the camera gear.
you grunt, trying to hold everything in a way so your comfortable.
then, you make your way inside the venue, you show your ticket and make your way into the stadium.
the stadium being almost empty, you immediately spot the blondie.
she's tall, like a giant compared to you. she's blo-
before you can almost give her a description she makes eye contact with you.
"shit." you say in your head.
she's approaching you.. dribbling with a .. basketball.
you look up at her , staring once again.
"hey.. umm do you need help with that?"
y/n: wha- oh! yes! please.
here i go embarrassing myself , once again.
you hand her some of the camera gear, walking towards the corner of the side line. you stop.
she makes eye contact with you. her fierce blue eyes almost staring into your soul.
y/n: well thank you umm...
"paige" she says "my name is paige bueckers"
you smile.
y/n: well, thank you paige
paige: and you are?
y/n: oh right sorry! it's y/n y/l/n but please only call me y/n
paige: you have a beautiful name y/n
y/n: thank you..
you smile again. never wanting to stop staring into her ocean like eyes.
you set up your camera gear and paige helps you out here and there.
y/n: so paige what are you doing here.. you know like all alone?
paige: oh you know, just practicing before my game.
you giggle.
y/n: isn't it bad to practice before your game? like can't you hurt yourself
paige: i mean, maybe? but hey you gotta do what you gotta do
she shrugs her shoulders, laughing.
y/n: oh paige .. what crazy girl you are..
you and paige finish setting up, surprisingly with plenty of extra time.
paige: you wanna shoot some hoops?
y/n: oh i don't know... i haven't done that in years..
paige: come on y/n!! i'll help you
you pout
y/n: fine.
paige passes you the basketball.
it almost felt like a rock in your hand, it was so much bigger compared to your hand..
you bounce the ball and attempt to shoot. completely airballing.
paige shouts "AIRBALLLLLL"
paige rebounds the ball and dribbles towards you.
paige: you wanna shoot more like this
paige does a motion with the ball leaving you absolutely clueless..
y/n: huh??
paige: here..
paige hands you the ball and goes from behind you.
she places the ball in your hands and angles your arms in a strange way.
she moves her huge hands onto your waist.
you shiver under her touch.
paige guides your waist.
paige: and now you just jump and push your arms forward.
you do as she said and ..
you make the shot!
paige: see! there you go, you listen so well..
this will be continued...
