You're invited...!

1.2K 39 117
                                    

(ft. John Wall, Bradley Beal, Kevin Durant, Kyrie Irving, Chris Paul, Carmelo Anthony, CJ McCollum, Damian Lillard, Kyle Lowry, DeMar DeRozan)

✈️☀️✈️

The facilities are finally reopening as COVID-19 rules are easing up. Meanwhile, Chris Paul, President of the National Basketball Players Association has some business to take care of.

John straightened his jacket and cleared his throat before carefully pushing the glass door that led into the Wizards' practice facility

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

John straightened his jacket and cleared his throat before carefully pushing the glass door that led into the Wizards' practice facility. This was going to be his first-time face to face with Bradley since he stormed out of his apartment and ignored every single one of his calls and texts. As he entered, he took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scents of the building. It's been a while.

Duffle bag strapped over my shoulders, in casual sweats, John made his way down the hall into the locker room, feeling disheveled, but excited to be back nonetheless. The locker door awkwardly squeaked open and the first thing Wall's eyes met was Bradley rolling up his socks on a side bench. 

Bradley tilted his head up so he met John's eyes. "Hey," is all he said, nonchalantly. "Um, Hey..." 

Was he mad? Was he sad? John didn't know. All he knew is he wanted Bradley to break up with that snobby girlfriend of his and get with him. John forced his lips thin to stay shut as he shuffled into the cooled out locker room placing his duffle bag down.

 I want to disappear. Cease to exist. Just poof. If I wish for it hard enough maybe it will happen. John thought as his ears seared red. He glanced over at Bradley, he was shirtless and looking through his bag for the practice jersey. 

John bit his lip as he tried to pull his eyes away from the chiseled 6-pack. This is all my fault... for being a gay emotional bitch. Curse my gay ass. 

You know what I should do... I should distance myself from Bradley, maybe the gay will go away. 

Coach popped his head into the room, "The gym is ready you guys, get up and get out." But distancing myself will be kind of hard considering all the practice we're gonna be doing.

___

___

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
 [BxB] "𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺,-"Where stories live. Discover now