{Hold} 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 - NBA 1SHOTS MxM

"𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢" - LeBron James x Kyrie Irving

Guys, I just realized I write too much LeBron x Kyrie on here hahaha whoops... Don't worry-- I'll start the quarantine chapters after this-

- Irving -

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"Honestly," I paused, trying to process exactly what she just said, "I-I It's," I stutter, "you know he's," I let out a nervous laugh, how the hell do I answer this? "I don't know how to really answer that question," I admit, "He's been uh... uh, a great leader for us," I hesitate, "I have one Dad, Dredrick Irving..."

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I slowly walked away from that interview, feeling awkward and still trying to understand exactly what the reporter was trying to say. Tristan comes up to me, laughing his ass off, "LeBron James as a father, huh?" he snorts out, wrapping an arm around me. I fiddle with my grey headband as we walk into the locker room, lips tugging to one side, "I mean," I shrug, "Man, how am I supposed to answer that," I chuckle.

Tristain pulls at the band around my head and releases it till it snaps back. "Ow," I complain, shoving him away as we enter the tunnel. He finds his way back beside me and smugly shoves his hands in his pockets as he looks down on me. "What?" I ask, still rubbing the burning spot he slung under my headband. He raises an eyebrow at me as I push the door to the locker room open.

"No, it's just your headband matches LeBron's," he chuckles. I roll my eyes, "How does that make him my 'father', Tristan?" Tristan's smile is sly and egotistical, "You're right, matching headbands don't make LeBron your Father," he pauses as I relax, FINALLY he gets it, "It makes him your Daddy." I gasp so hard I begin to choke on air. I curl down and try to catch my breath, my hands over my knees as I cough out.

I look back up at Tristan who was clutching his stomach in laughter. "Oh, come on. It's true," he says as I frown at him. "Remember that time you wore a shirt with you and LeBron on it?"