NBA

Do Me A Favor {Kevin Love}

"Y/N," Kevin barged into your apartment, hair a messy bird's nest and chest heaving. He bent at the waist, hand on his knees while trying to get his breathing back to normal. "Y-Y/N, I need a big favor from you."

"Oh, my God, Kev," you sighed, closing your laptop. You were in the middle of writing and the words were coming to you quite easily. Having him interrupt your flow didn't exactly put you in the greatest of moods.

"M-My mom just called and—" he inhaled sharply, his breathing erratic.

"Jesus, you're still out of breath?" you chuckled. "Damn, you gotta lay off on the beers and nachos, Kev."

"I ran up the stairs," he glared at you. "But I digress. Look, my cousin is getting married and I would love it if you could pretend to be my girlfriend and come with me to the wedding," he smiled widely before pouting, clasping his hands together. "Please, Y/N?"

He looked ridiculous, batting his eyelashes at you and you snorted. "You're seriously asking me this?"

"Be my savior, please."

"It's your family, though. Why would you even need to impress them?"

"Because he's marrying the girl I used to date in high school," he said, walking over to the couch and slumping down next to you. Heaping his arm on his forehead, Bucky groaned dramatically. "And I dumped her because I moved into the city and wanted to make it big, only for things to not go my way."

"So, you want me to lie for you?" you drawled out. "I mean, what's so bad about being a mechanic and living in a loft with your best friend?"

"The fact that I'm 28, Y/N," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Look, is Blake going? Is he taking anyone?" You tried not to let your affections show too much. You had been crushing on Kevin's best friend for a while now, hoping to make an impression on him, only to become close friends with Kevin instead.

"Yeah, he met this girl like two weeks ago. Things are going pretty serious," Kevin replied. You felt your heart sink and a knot form in your throat. "He also got invited since all of us went to high-school together. So, he's going to take her."

"Oh," you muttered, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Yeah," Kevin paused before turning to you with big, pleading eyes. "So, you up to being my girlfriend for the weekend?"

"No." You reached for your laptop and began to open it.

"Come on!" Kevin stomped his foot on the ground and tousled his hair in frustration. "I really need to make a good impression. Y/N, I promise I will make it fun for you."

"Kevin, no," you whined.

"Doll," his voice dropped and you scoffed through your nostrils, rolling your eyes. This was the voice he always used when trying to pick up girls. It would usually work on them, but never with you. You had known Kevin for almost six years and his moves had always failed when it came to you. He had stopped trying to sleep with you after his third try and became your closest friend.

"No," you grumbled, entering the password into your laptop. Kevin suddenly grabbed it from you and slammed it closed. "Hey!" you bellowed, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

"Y/N, I'm begging you," Kevin pouted, holding your computer over his head and far from your reach.

You moaned theatrically. "God, fine, fine. I'll do it, just give me back my computer."

Kevin beamed at your answer. "Great!" He got on his feet, dropping the laptop on your lap. "Okay, we leave tomorrow morning."

"What?"