DAWG

Thirteen

Thirteen

The screeching sound of shoes colliding with sleek wooden floors were among one of the first things Zayne perceived as he sauntered through the entrance of the gym. He clutched his Nike bag tighter as his eyes scanned the facility. There wasn't much going on as it was the result of the time being a little before 9 AM. He sauntered forward, taking in the view of his two best friends laughing amidst themselves as they too seemed to have just made their entrance as well.

"What's good?"His baritone slightly rougher than usual, because he'd just woken up not too long ago. Brian was the first to acknowledge him with an exchange of their honorary handshake. "Bro!"Major smiled, showcasing his pearly white teeth. Zayne chuckled a little as he nodded his head at him. "It's too early for you to be yelling Major."Brian fussed, a small frown teasing his lips. Major sucked on his teeth as he pulled open the entrance of one of the small basketball courts that they'd be occupying.

Once entering he rid himself of his gym bag on the first bleacher that he saw. He leaned down to check the laces on his shoes before straightening himself in his stance. He rubbed his hands together smugly,"So y'all ready to take this ass whooping this morning?" They were meeting for one of their occasional basketball games. It was always spare of the moment – neither of them ever really planning it. Major waved him off as he chugged down a little of his water. Brian laughed,"Nigga you about to be the one taking a whooping."

He swatted at the air, his face still a mocking one,"Ahhh! Says the nigga whose about half of my kneecap in height." Major pulled his water bottle away from his mouth, his laughter quickly ringing throughout the empty gym. "Damn Bry, Zay just hit your ass with that one."He added. Zayne chortled as his eyes danced around looking for any sign of a basketball. "Right, I mean this oompa loompa looking ass nigga. Bruh, my son damn near taller than you."He teased, his eyes finally settling on a rack of balls just a few feet away from them.

Major's boisterous laughter sounded as he jogged over towards the racks. He quickly grabbed one and began testing it's air intake as he bounced it against the hard floor. Deciding that the ball was too flat for his liking, he tossed it back into it's spot. "Man fuck yo tall ass!"Brian shouted, his voice echoing throughout the gym. Zayne chortled as he finally settled on a ball. He bounced it against the floor, dribbling it between his legs as he walked to the three point line.

The ball smacked against the backboard before rounding the net and gliding in. He ran after the ball and grasped it into his hands again. "Speaking of the kid, how is he? You liking fatherhood so far?"Brian asked, seating himself on the bleachers. He opted to change his shoes into an older pair, because he didn't want to scuff his newer kicks. Major walked out onto the court and gestured for Zayne to pass the ball to him.

He obliged and tossed the ball underhandedly at him from behind his back. Major jogged around with it and began to do all kinds of drills. "Nigga sit down!"Zayne exclaimed. He couldn't stand how Major had to show off even when there was no audience. "Haterrrr!"He sang out prior to shooting at the rim and missing. Zayne and Brian both busted into a fit of laughter. "Brick!"Brian yelled. Zayne shuffled over towards the rack of balls to get himself another one. Moments later he found himself seated on the bleachers bouncing the ball between his legs.

Brian finished up the process of switching shoes and glanced over at him. "Really? How's the kid?" He asked. Zayne's hazel-green eyes were one with the sleek wooden floor as he continued to idly shift the ball. His lips started to fold into a smile. "He's good, a miniature me, and I can't help but to say I love my kid already."Major shuffled towards them while rubbing his black t-shirt across his forehead. "Word? And how's Promise?"Major inquired. Brian swiftly stood to his feet and smacked the ball out of his grip.