Timeless • A Kyle Kuzma Fanfiction

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"We haven't been here in forever!"

"No, you, haven't been here in forever."

"I was talking about Astin & I whore."

"Girl, fuck you."

I roll my eyes at my sisters' bickering. Ashley was right though, we haven't been here in forever. Not that I had any excitement about coming back.

We meet at the gate where one of the employees shows us to player parking. We send our thanks before going through the tunnel and finding a spot next to our dad's Cadillac.

"Alright, make sure you have everything because I'm not coming back out with anyone." Ashley tells us absentmindedly.

"We're perfectly grown adults."

I can't hold back a snort. "I'm a perfectly grown adult. You're a perfectly grown pain in the ass."

"Oop! A word!" Ashley gives me a high five from across the partition as she laughs.

"We're twins! You're suppose to be closer to me!"

"First of all, we have different birthdays."

"Astin!"

Ashley and I laugh as we start walking toward the stadium. It was nice, going out with my sisters. Ever since Blake, I barely got a chance to get out and bond with them and this was only making me nostalgic.

We finally get to the arena and see that the guys have just started coming out the tunnel.

"B! Brandon!"

Ashley and I both hit Austin.

"You know he's working you fucking psycho."

She mocks me as he walks over.

"If it isn't the Parker's."

Ash and Austin greet him but I don't say anything.

"What? You're not speaking?"

"You should be on the court. Warming up. Like it says in your job description?"

He chuckles and pats my hand.

"Still the same attitude Astin, I see."

"Still the same blob fish looking ass Brandon, I see."

B raises his eyebrows before giving in and going back to the court.

"You guys are like, the cutest best friends ever."

I roll my eyes. "He wishes he was my best friend."

We take our seats court side as the Staples Center fills up and people start filing in.

Our dad, Ashton Parker, 4x NBA Champion, walks into the arena and people start shouting at him. He raises his hand in grace, as he makes his way over to us.

"Hey girls, why didn't you come to the box?"

"We don't like the box. People are snobby up there."

"I second that."

"I third, fourth, and fifth it."

He sighs and starts to say something before a photography asks if they could take a picture of us.

We pose and the guy looks at and laughs.

"I appreciate it. Big fan of all of you. Bye guys."

"What did you do?" Astin, Ashley and I ask each other when he leaves.