Famous (Shareef O'Neal)

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*Imani's POV*

"What??" I sighed, shaking my head, "Why would you ruin my night dad?! It was MY night. I'm finally back and we did so good so why?!"
"I told you this is why you aren't supposed to be with him!!" my dad raised his voice at me.
"Why!? Cause you're childish and cant get over a stupid NBA feud?!" I shook my head at him.
"It's more than that!" he told me, "You need to stop seeing that boy! I told you three times now!!"
"Well I don't care," I shook my head, "I'm an adult and I'll make my own decisions."
"Whatever," my dad shook his head at me and stormed off. I walked back out and found Shareef. "Come with me," I told him, taking his hand.
"Where are we going??" he asked, following me.
"You'll see," I nodded. A reporter from ESPN came running over as they saw me holding Reefy's hand. I walked to her too. "Imani!" she called, coming up, "Can we ask you a few questions??"
"Yeah," I smiled, holding Shareef's hand.
"Can we ask about this?" she nodded to our hands. I smiled up at Shareef and nodded, he nodded back with a big smile. "So are we confirming it??" she asked.
"Yeah," I nodded, kissing his cheek, "We are together."

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"It feels good to finally have it out there to be honest," Shareef looked at me, smiling.
"It does," I agreed, "I think it will get our parents off our backs and everyone else."
"Right," he agreed, "Now I can proudly say you are my baby." He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back and then pulled away. "Yes baby," I smiled at him, "Now you have to get better so I can cheer you on."
"I wont be back till towards the end of the season," he sighed, shrugged.
"Next year," I smiled at him, nodding, "Next year I'll be able to cheer you on."
"Definitely," he smiled at me. I cuddled into his chest, carefully. I played with his fingers and closed my eyes. "I'm happy," he whispered.
"Me too," I smiled, opening my eyes again. I kissed my head a few times and then laid his head back. "I miss hooping," he groaned.
"I know. We have to find something for you to do while you're out," I looked up at him.
"I know, but what?" he shrugged a little. I thought for a second and got up. I walked to his desk and searched in the drawers. "What are you doing?" he chuckled.
"Shhh," I laughed, "Hold on. You'll see." I went to this closet and found a box labeled "Drawing" "Aha!" I nodded, getting it down. I walked over and placed the box next to him. "I knew you still had it," I smiled at him.
"Oh I haven't drawn in years," he sat up a little.
"Start again," I nodded, "You're really good. I remember you being really good. Start again."
"You're right," He smiled, "You know me mamas."