nba imagines ⇢ completed

shy guys | klay thompson

shy guys

dedicated to: catfigas
non-explicit ☻

Walking towards her seat that awaited her on the home court of the Golden State Warriors, Catherine averted her eyes to every object in the Oracle. She was completely amazed at the different objects and people around her, for this was her first time ever being able to come to an NBA game. Determined to make her first trip to the Oracle arena a memorable experience, she decided to spend a quarter of her saved up money on a court side seat, hoping she'd be able to witness all the action with a better view.

Sitting down in her seat, Catherine crossed her legs and looked down at the red Old Skool Vans that covered her two feet. As she kept her eyes positioned downward, she saw a pair of basketball shoes stop in front of her, causing her to look up, only to catch eyes with no other than Wardell Stephen Curry.

Catherine's eyes widened as Stephen gave her a soft smirk, "I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all by yourself. You came pretty early, huh?" "U-Uh, yeah. It's my first time coming to the Oracle, so I gave myself enough time to get here just in case I got lost or something," Catherine explained, slowly uncrossing her legs.

Nodding in understanding, Stephen took a basketball of the rack that sat in front of the stats table, putting the basketball under his arm, "You need someone to keep you company?" Catherine's jaw dropped slightly; the Stephen Curry was inviting her to hang with him? This had to be a dream.

"Me?" Catherine asked with a raise of an eyebrow, pointing to herself in confusion. Stephen laughed softly and nodded, "Well, yeah, nobody else is here." Looking around slowly, Catherine realized that the people she once gazed at were only security and trainers who helped the Warriors practice nd stretch out before it was time for their real warm up. "I can't say no to that," Catherine shrugged, standing up and adjusting her shirt.

Stephen led her towards the middle of the court, dribbling the ball in between his legs in the process. Catherine watched him in a daze; the way he moved the ball so effortlessly truly had her in awe. He was talented as hell, and everyone knew they had to give him his props every time he played a game.

"So, do you live out here? In Oakland?"

"I actually don't. I live in Los Angeles, but I wanted to treat myself, so I decided to use some of the money I saved up to come to at least one of the almighty Warriors' home games," Catherine giggled, "You guys are my favorite team."

With his lips forming into a smirk, Stephen positioned the ball correctly in his hands, putting it up in front of his face and shooting the basketball from behind the three point line. Catherine's eyes watched the ball as it sunk into the hoop, making a 'swoosh' sound.

Catherine looked back to see a, now, smiling Stephen, causing her to let out a soft giggle. "Nice shot, Chef Curry," Catherine nodded, clapping slowly. After Catherine had stopped clapping, the sound of the same clapping noise was heard behind her; turning around, Catherine came face to face with Stephen's teammate, Klay Thompson.

"You just love to show out, don't you, Steph?" Klay chuckled, causing Stephen to revert his eyes from Catherine to his teammate. "Someone sounds jealous; at least my shot isn't broke," Stephen teased, causing Klay to roll his eyes. "My shot ain't broke."