80's & 90's imagines/preference

leonardo dicaprio (jim carroll)

YOUR POV:
Summer of 1964. I finished middle school, which makes me a freshmen. I'm going to have a great summer, and gonna make new friends. I'm going to attend the trinity school. I didn't get in because my parents was wealthy, but i got a scholarship.

At 7am, i woke up and walk through the city of Manhattan. You walked to the market and took a bottle of water and gum.

NO ONES POV:
You like walking, and it is the only excuse that you often do this. When you were waiting in line, you saw a cute blond haired boy, with a jersey on infront of you. You thinked that he probably do basketball. He was buying a cigarette and a water bottle too. You saw him checking on you when he exited the door. When you got out of the store you saw him litting up a cigar on the stair case. You just walk pass him, until he called you.

"Hey, you". He looked up to your face..

"Hm, what?". You look at him back.

"Come sit down with me". He directed his hand beside him. He blow the smoke, "why are you out so early?, where ya parents?". He raised one of his eyebrow.

"Well, where your parents?". Judging him because he seemed your age.

"Asleep. You smoke?". He hand you over his cigar.

"No thanks". Opening your bottle of water.

"A pristine one aren't you?". He started laughing.

"Yea, tell that to my middle school teacher". You both laughed.

"I'm jim, i live around there". Pointing at upper Manhattan. "And i play basketball around there" pointing at the basketball court. He pulled his hand out.

"I'm y/n, i live on the lower of Manhattan. And i like to walk basically everywhere" you came to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet ya". He said with a smile.

"You too". You smile back at him.

"You play?". He walked you to to the basketball court.

"Yea, i play". He handed you over his basketball. You shoot a 3 point, and it got in.

"Nice, not bad. You have a club?". He took the ball after it fall from the basket.

"No, only my school's. But we weren't that active. You?". You took the ball after he shoot it.

"Yeah, I'm in my school's too. The trinity school, have you heard of it?". He dribbled the ball.

"Yea, what grade are you in?". You realized you both go to the same school.

"Gonna be in 10th, after the summer. How about you?". he shoot a 3 point, and got in.

"8th. Same school as you".

"Owh, i never seen you before". He looked at you.

"Yea, not yet. I got a scholarship". You took the ball from him.

"Hey, it's getting cold somehow. Wanna come to my house". You look hesitant. "My mom makes great hot chocolate". You nodded. "You come here often?". He asked, while you both walk in to the apartment.

"Well i walk often, but not here often". He opened the door.

"My mom is usually already up by this time, i'll go check on her". He left you sitting on the couch.

JIM'S POV:
"Mom, we have company". I said to my mom who's in the bathroom.

"Be right there, honey". She said, then you left. I went and sat beside her, "hey, i have a friend the same block as yours". Mom walked in.

"Hi, there. I'm Jim's mom. What's your name?". Mom went for a handshake.

"My name is y/n. Nice to meet you, miss".

"Mom can u make us hot chocolate?"

"Sure thing".

"You didn't say "please"?". She raised her eyebrows.

"Please, mom". I smiled. "I think, i know why you got that scholarship. Back to the guy who lived on your block ".

"Yea?, what's his name?".

"Pedro. Heard of him?". Mom puts the hot chocolate on the counter. "Thanks mom".

"Thanks, miss". You sipped your drink. "Nah, never heard of him". You both finished your drinks.

"You want me to walk you home?". You asked while opening the door.

"Nah, to this door is enough".

"Y/n, come again later, okay?. Owh, can i have your number by the way?".

"Owh yeah, sure. Paper?". I gave her a pen and paper. She wrote down her number.

"Here. see you around, byee". She waved.

"Byee" i closed the door. "I'm gonna make her love me". I said to myself.

YOUR POV:
"He gonna make me love him". I said mumbling to myself.

NO ONES POV:
And thats the beginning of your love story with jim carroll.

I really like the basketball diaries, so I'm sorry if i ruined it for you. Heyyy loveliess... i hope you have a gr8 day, and i wishes the best for you all.

Stay gold,
ICE BEAR