LaMelo Ball - By Ari

Ten

My forehead pressed against his, my lips still ajar due to the fact that I was so out of breath.

"I love you, Cori Yaris," LaMelo whispered and my eyes closed, trying to get the pulsing in my head to slow down, along with my heart beat. I could barely even process what was happening right now; I just had the best kiss of my life with a boy I had fallen in love with long ago, then him confessing the very thing I had been hoping for, for approximately 90 days. The thought of his sudden and unexpected words only made my heart race faster than it ever has before. I could have ran 5 miles and the beating in my chest would have never reached the speed that it did just now.

I tore away slightly but our heads were still close together, as if a magnetic force was trying to pull them towards one another. "You do?" I breathed, finally feeling like I caught my breath. The surprise in my tone made me side-smile and once LaMelo saw the expression on my face, he broke out into a large grin as well and nodded slowly, looking down at his lap sheeplessly.

The Lion King still played in the background and my ears tuned into the movie for a split second, hearing Simba singing I Just Can't Wait to be King, making the words flow in my head with remembrance of my favorite song in the whole film. It was quiet between us for a moment until LaMelo pulled me closer and I was suddenly laying on him again. A wave of peacefulness washed over me as I watched one of my favorite childhood movies with my favorite boy, the scent of his cologne making my nostrils tingle with happiness. I was happy.

The rest of the afternoon, LaMelo and I continued to lay around, also doing a combination of playing basketball with a small foam ball and the mini plastic goal that hung loosely from his bedroom door. It was amazing how good he was even in the small space of his room and in a game that didn't even seem like real basketball. We also attempted to make cupcakes with some old mix he found in the back of his pantry, but we almost burnt the whole house down because LaMelo forgot to check on the cupcakes while they had spent much too long in the oven. It scared the living shit out of me but it was something I'd probably never forget.

"Again, you should definitely stick with basketball," I sighed as I wiped the leftover mix off the counter with a paper towel and into the palm of my hand, Melo coming up and hugging me from behind warmly, his arms hanging around my shoulders.

"Singing and baking might not be my specialty, but I have to admit, I am pretty efficient with a sewing machine."

Raising an eyebrow, I gently wiggled out of his embrace and dumped the crumpled paper towel into a nearby trash can. "A sewing machine, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am. I haven't used one since my 7th grade FACS class but you never know, I could still be magical with that damn thing."

Humming with amusement, I stood in front of him and ran my hand across his covered stomach, a little leftover cupcake mix smeared on a small portion of his shirt. My back shuttered with chills as my fingers ran over an obvious 6-pack under the soft material. "Well, let's not find out."

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Sorry it's so short, I was busy. This is just a filler because I have somethin pretty cool coming up so ya'll just wait 🙃