Lucas Coly Imagines

Meeting Lebron James

Y/n's POV:
well, today me and Lucas are going to a meet and greet. And for who? Oh, yeah. Bitch, Lebron James. Im currently getting ready for the event. I got dressed in a Miami Heat shirt with white ripped jeans, red futures, diamond studs, hair in a messy bun and a deep red lipstick.
"Y/n, are you almost ready to go?'
"Yeah, hold up." I said coming out the bathroom. Damn, I looked good.
"Why you can't look this good for me?"
"Because it's Lebron frickin James!" I said squealing.
"Ok, let's go. Before you apply more Lebron James accessories." We made our way out the door to the stadium.

We finally were here. I ran to the door, grabbing Lucas's hand.
"Let's go!"
"Alright, hold on. Geesh!" When we walked in there, there weren't much people. Maybe like 12. What's wrong with these bitches. It was finally my turn in line.
"Hello, beautiful. What will I be signing for you today?"
"My pussy." I muttered to myself.
"Huh?"
"Oh, no. You can sign my book. Make it out to y/n." I could tell by now my cheeks were red as my lips.
"Oh, and can you sign my shirt, too?"
"Sure." While he was signing my shirt, he was looking at my breasts. I blushed and he winked. I can tell Lucas was jealous. That night he gave me free tickets, and I fell asleep with the same shirt Lebron signed, with the tickets.😂