The Golden Boy - A Steph Curry FanFiction

.: Getting riled up & an interview :.

»I miss the old you.
The one that held me down and kinda told me the truth.
At Warwick every Wednesday,
can't control you.
Partyin' with rappers,
actin' hoeish too.
You got yourself a singer, ah.

When it was on, we was on fire.
Even let you and your girls go whip the Ghost 'round town.
Draped you head to toe in Gucci Ghost, wow.
And I never got a single fuckin' thank you from you.
Or, "I love you daddy",
you ungrateful b*tch.
The more the baddie, more the bratty.
Man, I take you out for dinners.
Take you shopping for them clothes.
Before I got so distant and you got so fuckin' cold.

I miss the old you.
I miss the old you.
I used to hold you.
I used to hold you.
And that ain't cost nothing, baby.
Real love don't cost a motherf*ckin' penny.
I miss the old me.
I miss the way I used to be.
I miss the old me.
And now these drugs controllin' me.
It's all your fault, baby.
Still reaching for the Henny.

I miss the old you.
Before you f*cked G-Eazy.
Both the Migos too.
Started bumping 21,
and now just 'cause we do.
On the slow notes, late night.
Beartrap, mansionz.
I got snoozegod on my right,
I pour a 4 up in my Sprite.

I miss the old you.
I miss the old you.
I miss the old you.
I really miss the old you.«

Friday, 8 am.
Steph woke up.
After he was done with showering, he put on his gym clothes and grabbed his phone.
He sat down on the bed and read through his new text messages.
One was from Klay about the press conference yesterday.
Steph sighed. Klay probably wanted to know a lot more than what he had written in his text message.
LeBron slowly woke up as well.

"Where you goin'?", he asked, sounding kind of grumpy.
"To the gym, Klay's there", Steph quickly said, anxiously tapping his left foot.
LeBron grabbed Steph's left wrist before Steph could get up.
"You better tell me about everything that Klay asked you", LeBron said before he let go of Steph's wrist.
"Y-yes, will do", Steph stuttered, happy about being free to go now.
After he grabbed an apple from the fridge, he left his house.
Since LeBron left the house after him, he didn't need to lock it.

"Ayy Steph! Captain, what's up?", Klay greeted the light-skinned man as he was walking towards him.
"What's up, man?", Steph asked while hugging the taller man.
"Nothin' special, but let's get started. I can't wait to ask you about some stuff", Klay said and Steph sighed internally.
This was going to be a long ride down the rabbit hole.

The two men were doing their best at their workout.
The end of it was coming closer, so Klay decided that now was the perfect time to ask Steph about some stuff in his relationship with LeBron.
"And you are sure that the therapy's working?", Klay asked.
"Yes, why wouldn't it?", Steph asked while he stretched his legs.
"Well", Klay began while chewing on the inside of his cheek, "when LeBron grabbed your arm or your wrist under the table yesterday, did he say something to you? Because you were actin' different after that and all."
Steph took a deep breath.
"He said something to me. But I don't think that that's any of your concern. I got this, don't worry. If something should happen, I'll tell you about it", Steph said and Klay rolled his eyes.

"Steph", Klay said sternly, "I don't know if he's manipulating you into not thinking about the situation, but he's doing some damage to you. He may not hit you anymore, but the dude's messing with you mentally."
Now Steph rolled his eyes.
"Look, Klay, I appreciate you being worried about me. But I think that I'm old enough to see if someone's doing harm to me or anything. I'm 30, for hell's sake", Steph said, getting riled up about the whole conversation.
"Fine. But don't you dare come back to me when he hits you again. Don't you come and whine about how sorry you are for not listening to my advice. Don't you dare to call me at night, crying about what he did to you", Klay said slightly pissed before he walked away and left the gym.
Steph growled angrily. "Goddamn it", he mumbled before he finished his workout.