BBG • Anthony Davis• (ON HOLD)

IV.

"So tell me Anthony, is it true that you declined an offer to join Dancing With The Stars?" The voice of James Corden resonates throughout the studio.

Anthony was on Late Late Show with James Corden, being interviewed by the man himself. I was in the studio audience, 4th row from the front. His mom just landed from Chicago and was now sitting beside me watching Ant make a fool out of himself with his dance moves.

So far, James has had Ant do the Whip Nae Nae with him and asked few questions regarding his prestined brow and him being on the cover of NBA 2k16.

I remember the day Anthony called me on the phone telling me all about it, so excited. Rambling something on the lines of 'cover' 'me' 'can't believe it' . To say I was utterly confused was an understatement.

Contrary to popular belief, The Late Late Show was actually not filmed late at night. It was a pre filmed interview, at 5pm. Even I myself was baffled by this revelation, all my life I thought that these type of shows were filmed late at night. Mind Blown.

I've been with Anthony through all his radio and TV interviews today. My feet were killing me and my back is literally stiffer than a board, by this point. The interview with James was the last for today, which I am grateful for. I couldn't handle more of these random people asking generic questions that has been asked plenty of times. I can't begin to comprehend how Ant does this almost everyday of his life.

The mentioning of my name was what brought me out of my thoughts. James was asking Ant about 'the girl on his instagram' and what was my relationship with him.

"She's here actually, 4th row 2nd seat from the isle beside my mom." Anthony pointed us out from the crowd.

A camera panned over our row and stopped right in front of me. Being an introverted loser that I am, I don't know how to act in situations like this. So I just shyly waved and smiled a bit.

"She looks like she hasn't left highschool, are you sure she's 22?" James asked, joking around.

I did get that a lot, I look waaaay younger than I really am. I think it's because of my baby-ish facial features like my chubby cheeks.

"She is, man. But don't let that face fool ya, she's scary when she's pissed off. I wouldn't get on her bad side if I were you." Anthony pulled a faux scared face.

The conversation then moved on to his NBA career, which I was grateful for. I hate being in the spotlight, I hate when people talk about me.

Wrapping up the interview with a question about his 200 million dollar contract with the Pelicans, we were finally able to leave.

Erainer; Ant's mom and I were the first one off our feet and out of the studio. As we were waiting for Ant outside the studio, Erainer asked me a question that literally had me speechless. "You like him, don't you? More than as a bestfriend. And before you make up excuses, I've known you both for so long and I know affection when I see it and Child, you have that. You have it hard. I see the way my son looks at you, I see the lost puppy dog look when you leave and I see that shimmer in his eyes when he sets eyes on you. I've been observing you both since the day you came through our front door, Anthony trailing behind you holding his cheek where you slapped him because he was being mean to you. I've seen you grow and blossom into the people you are today, and you wouldn't be who you are now without the help of each other, keeping you both humble and grounded."

Before I could input my thoughts, Anthony came strolling out the doors to where we were standing. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'm a bit tired. Wanna get some rest for tomorrow, you can just drop me off at the hotel." Erainer yawned, clearly exhausted from her flight.

"You can stay at my place, I have spare rooms." I offered.

"It's fine, dear. I don't wanna burden you, plus I've already booked my room in advance anyways." She smiled reassuringly.

"Okay, let's head off." Anthony got in to the driver's side, turning the car on.

I was about to get in to the back, thinking that Ant would want his mom in the front with him. But she beat me to it, climbing in the back. So I sat shotgun once again.

All the way to Momma E's hotel, I kept replaying what she said to me. It's impossible for him to like a girl like me, I'm not pretty, I have a body shaped like a planet, I'm short, unathletic, annoying and too loud. No one would go for a girl like me, let alone ANTHONY. I will always be his bestfriend, that's the only way he sees me. And that's how it's gonna stay forever.

Anthony kept glancing at me throughout the car ride, raising an eyebrow at me in question. I just shook my head at him and smiled, reassuring him that I was fine.

Few minutes later, we arrived at Momma E's hotel. While Ant got out and help bring in her suitcase to the lobby from the trunk of the car, she gave me a hug and a knowing look, as if she knew something that I didn't. "See you tomorrow, be safe my dear."

In all honesty, I didn't know anything about tomorrow. I though it was plans between her and Anthony. "Of course."

Anthony got back in the car after making sure that his mom was settled in. "Where to next?" He pulled out of the parking lot into the free way.

"I dunno about you, but I'm dead tired. Just drop me off at home. You can still go out and do something, don't let me hold you back." I told him, not wanting to be a damper to his plans.

"I'm dead beat too, I like that idea of going home." He spoke, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I'm assuming you're staying at my place?" I already knew the answer to this question.

"Wow, 50 points for captain genius. You also get a gold star, good job squirt." He teased, turning left to enter my neighborhood.

"Watch it, buckeroo. I can still kick you out of my house if I wanted too." I narrowed my eyes at him, feigning annoyance.

He didn't get a chance to retort, as he was pulling up my driveway and parking behind my baby. A Hummer H2, a second hand I got from my first ever paycheck.

Not waiting for Anthony, I got out of the car and paced towards my front door, unlocking it.

"What have I told you about getting out of a car by yourself? You should've had waited for me to open it for you." He scolded, ducking his head to enter the front door and locking it behind him.

"Too tired. I wanna rest my back, no time for arguing." I plopped my body on the sofa and moaning when my back hits the soft material.

He just chuckled, he was used to my weird behaviors. He learned to stop asking after the first 3 times.

He plopped down on the other sofa, groaning. "This is too comfy, I might fall asleep."

I just grunted in response, too tired to form coherent words.

"Thank you for being a great support system today, you have no idea how much it means to me that you were there. Thanks bestfriend." He whispered softly, so soft that I couldn't hear it if it wasn't for the fact that we were near each other.

Momma E's conversation sprung to mind. Bestfriend, that's all I'll ever be; The Power Forward's Bestfriend.

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1340 words. UPDATE. I'm sorry it's a little bit late, university has me locked up in my room studying.

GUYS, ANTHONY IS NOT DOING GOOD THIS REGULAR SEASON GAMES. COMPARED TO HIS 40pt games, HE'S JUST NOT IN THE ZONE. Barely making free throws and making buckets. Last game he only had 19. What's happening to AD?

QOTD: FAVE NBA TEAM AND FAVE PLAYER?

Aside from AD, my favorite is Pau Gasol and the Bulls.