Basketball Hall of Ficton

Game Boy- Mikey Williams

Y/n POV
The wind was blowing against me as if it were ushering me home. The grocery bags that dug into the skin of my arm were brutally hitting my body as the wind pushed them along too. I knew it was going to be cold which is why I had worn your puffy black coat, but you hadn't known about the strong winds that threatened to lift me up and blow me away.

With every passing step the sky darkens, and the street becomes emptier. It was nearing 8 o'clock now. One other person passed by, giving me a small smile which I didn't return. I ducked your head down and quickened my pace, making sure to avert all eye contact.

I was glad the dorms were up on your right as you weren't too keen on walking home alone at night. However, when I got closer I could hear Mikey's audible screams. I almost wanted to turn back around.

"GO TO YOUR RIGHT!" walking up the steps there is a small pause, and then, "NOOO YOUR OTHER RIGHT DUMBASS!" No doubt he was playing against Bronny. The only boy who still confused his left and right.

3rd POV
You turn your key in the lock and open the door, the smell of, well, nothing, hitting you. What you should have been smelling was food. Mikey was supposed to have started cooking dinner while you left to make a quick grocery run. Of course he didn't. He was always playing those damn video games. It was his worst habit.

You make your way to the kitchen and place the grocery bags on the yucky off-white laminate counter. "Mikeyyyy!" you yell.

You put your hands on your hips, not getting any response. You knew he was too absorbed in whatever game he was playing.

Rolling your eyes, you make your way to his room. The door was left slightly ajar, so you peek your head around it. His bed sat unmade; the fluffy sheets crumpled into a ball where you had lain earlier in the day. You could still feel his hot skin moving against yours, his breath tickling the spot below your earlobe.

You smile to yourself and shake the memory out of your head. The mood lighting he loved so much illuminated the room in a blue glow. He was slouched on one of the bean bags in his room, headset pushing his dark curls back exposing his forehead. His lips were set in a pout, only disturbed when he had something to say to Bronny.

As if on cue he parts them, "Fall back to base," he huffs, giving Bronny room to talk, "No we have to fall back, it's the only way we're going to win." The clicking of his fingers over the controller bounce around the room. His eyes roam the monitor that emits a soft white glow over his face.

You watch, the body still half-hidden behind the door, as his character runs through the abandoned city. He runs into another character and you see him switch from an assault rifle to a handgun with one click of the controller. He lines up a headshot and takes them out with two more clicks.

"That was easy, probably a newb." You couldn't hear Bronny on the other end, but you could guess he was laughing in disbelief.

You had to admit that Mikey was really good at video games, but you were supposed to be having a date night, and he was supposed to be making the food!

"Hey babe, I'm back." You push the door open and make your way to his chest of drawers. You quickly strip and throw on one of his extra-large t-shirts.

He doesn't acknowledge you until you sit down on the bean bag beside him, and even then, he doesn't look at you, only mumbling out a greeting you barely understood as "Hey princess."

"Weren't you supposed to be making dinner?" your voice quirks up at the end, making the line sound more condescending then it was meant to be.

You watch as his cheeks heat up, a rosy blush spreading over his nose. "I'm playing with Bronny though." He whines, keeping his eyes trained on his character as he makes his way over the animated train tracks and into a building.