i'm dedicating this to my good friend Abriella26. she doesn't know it, but she pretty much convinced me to come off hiatus.
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rhyon williams
With a heavy sigh, I walked into Little Caesars Arena while flipping my phone back & forth between my hands. I was in Detroit for the night because my friend, Lauren, wanted to see me. She lived in California like me, but she spent a majority of her time in Detroit because her boyfriend played for the Pistons. When she told me we were going to a game, I was against it because I wasn't all that interested in watching the Pistons play in person; but a part of me did actually want to see them because they were playing the Clippers.
I found Lauren in her seat and walked up the steps to take my seat next to her.
"I almost thought you weren't coming," she said as she crossed her legs.
"I almost didn't," I chuckled. "But since this is my only night here and I don't know when you'll be home again, I decided to come."
We talked for a while and took a few pictures as the players filed on to the court to warm up.
"How was drill?" She finally asked me.
I gave her a look. "You already know how I feel about it, but the people around me make it worth it. Recruiter still gets on my damn nerves though."
She laughed. "Still harassing you?"
"Girl, yes! Talkin' bout I need a man and when my contract is up, I should hit him up."
She laughed only this time a little harder. "What's wrong with that? He's not bad looking."
I looked at her with my eyebrow raised. She of all people knew how inappropriate that was. Granted, my recruiter was fine, but I'd never date him.
"I do not want his annoying ass. He's cool and he'd be a good friend, but that's it." Lauren hummed, and I just shook my head and laughed a little. "Don't start."
"Rhyon, you haven't dated in what? Two years?" she asked with her arms crossed. "Since Tre?"
I shrugged, not interested in the topic of my non-existent dating life or my late boyfriend. "Well, I'm sorry no one's sparked my interest."
She chuckled a little and shook her head while looking at the players on the court. She looked at me, and it was as if a lightbulb turned on. I already knew what was going through her head, and I was 5000% against it.
"What if..."
"Lauren, don't."
"...I set you up with one of Eric's teammates," she exclaimed while I continuously shook my head. She listed a few players she knew were single, and I just continued to shake my head. "What about Blake Griffin?"
