Ryan's POV:
So... I walked into my house and ended up in Emily's room... over 400 miles away... that's not strange at all (note sarcasm). God damn, Em is so cute. That long golden hair, her pale-but-not-ghostly skin, her curves. Everything. The universe just made her out of all the best things. And her room ain't half bad either. Band posters on the walls, a hand-painted mural on the ceiling, this girl has good taste.
Our little encounter ran through my head the rest of the day. I woke up from my nap and went out with Warren to shoot some hoops near our favorite corner store on Parkgate. Warren was like my eye candy, I needed an excuse to get him shirtless.
"Yo, my dude, what took so long?" He asked, anxiously. "Sorry dawg, I dozed off before coming up here." I swiftly replied. He pressed on, asking as if there was something else holding me up. There was, but he didn't need to know that. "Look, man, just take the damn ball out." I grunted as I forcefully gave him the basketball.
Honestly, I loved hoopin' with my boy. It was chill. I mean, he can't dribble to save his life but, boy can shoot like Kobe. I was up 16-12, then it happened...
"Gimme ya ring", says a pleasantly familiar voice, "you not LeBron." Oh my goodness, Emily has THE WORST timing. I realized she was there right when I was going for my shot. Brick.
She completely threw me off. I guess she took a nap like I suggested. "I thought you wanted to go to paradise, but you're here playing basketball." She seemed a but upset.
"Look, I promised Warren. I can't just ditch a bro." I whispered, "We're only going to 21 anyways."
"Fam, is you talking to yaself? Praying you ain't just lose ya rhythm"? Warren interjected.
"Nah, dawg, just thinkin out loud." I said, ripping the ball from him. "I'm in these pockets, Sir Wiggins." I shouted as I dunked the rock in the basket. "That's 17, boy."
"Dang, no mercy, huh?" Emily said in such a joking tone. "Maybe you are LeBron."
"Shut it, Garlic Toast."
"Come at me, mate."
Ooooh, that girl can catch it. She doesn't even know how bad I wanna hit. I mean, shawtie a bad thing. She's gorgeous. Her little sassy ass.
After putting on a show to impress Em, I beat Warren 21-15. I could not hold an L when Em was watching. She vanished, I guess she woke up, and then Warren left.
"Catch you in school tomorrow?" He said, walking away.
"Fasho, dawg."
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Girl of My Dreams
ParanormalWhat happens when two high school kids from different states think of each other all day? What if they're together in their dreams? What if their dreams affect our physical world? Find out. This is my first story, comments are greatly appreciated.
