I walked in the packed arena as Mayfair prepared to face McEachern. This is one of the biggest games because of course, Josh VS. Rife. Everyone including SLAM is here. This game bout to be interesting cause Josh and Rife are boys, but n the court they're strangers. I look up to find Woo and the rest of the family.
YN: (spots woo)
Woo: ( Waves hand) Up here!
YN: Hey family! (smiles and hugs everyone) How's everyone doing?
Poppa Laron: (nods head) Hey sweetheart (watching josh warmup)
Momma Halona: Hi my love bug, I'm fine!
Woo: You already know the vibes (shrugs)
YN: Of course (laughing)
*Tip Off*
Mayfair wins the tip off and Dior takes the ball down the court. Once he gets to the other side he finds a hole, drives to the basket and passes it Josh where he hits a 3. " LETS GET IT GUP!!" I cheered. He looked up and stuck his tongue out. I done hyped him up, he finna go beastmode. As the game continues, Josh has been draining shots left and right, crashing the board and everything. The game is coming close to an end, Josh has the ball at the top of the key getting ready to drive to the basket when I noticed that a player stood in the paint like a wall. "GUP WATCH OUT" I screamed. Next thing you know josh is on the floor while the player is standing over him. " REF YOU NEED TO CALL SOMETHING WITH YOUR FAT ASS! A DAMN INTENTIONAL OR SOMETHING,SHIT" yelled Woo.
Josh POV
Did this lanky mf just flip me? Of all things he gone flip me? He could have jumped or something!
End of POV
*On The Court*
Israel: Oops did I make "The Josh Christopher" bust his ass (sarcastically)
Josh: You bitch made bruh (getting up)
Israel: Wasn't what your girl said when I was deep in her shit and had her on her knees (laughs and smirks)
Josh: (charging)Nigga wh-(gco)
Dior: (grabbing josh) Woooaaah c'mon bro! You got your two shots, relax.
*Back In The Stands*
The game ends, 87-79 McEachern won. I glance down to see an angry Josh headed out the gym. I don't know why I find him to be EXTRA fine when he's pissed off. His whole demeanor be different. His muscles flex different. Like damn daddy tf.
Poppa Laron: Well, that was interesting. (scratching his head)
Momma Halona: My poor baby, I know he upset
Woo: Gup will be fine. He a big dog.
Poppa Laron: We should get on the road so we can get Caleb back to Arizona for his game this weekend.
YN: I'll stay back for gup.
Momma and Poppa: Thank you babygirl, tell him we'll be in touch in a few.
YN: I will (hugs them)
Woo: Bye sis
YN: Bye woo! Kick ass! (does their handshake)
I sat in the stands for another 10 minutes when I decided to go look for him myself. As I was headed to the lockerroom I bumped into Rife. " Good game Rife" I said. " Thanks YNN. You seen my boy?" Rife asked. " That's who i'm looking for now." I stated. " Well, when you find him let him know I said good game." "No problem" I said as me and Rife hugged and went our separate ways. I walked in the lockerroom spotting a shirtless Josh sitting in front of his locker with closed eyes and a clenched jaw.
YN: Hey pa (smiles)
Josh: Hey (straight face)
YN: You like my outfit? I actually look like a girl today and not a bum!
Josh: (nods head)
YN: Babe, what's wrong? You never act this. (lifting his chin)
Josh: That lanky mf had the nerve to flip me
YN: (staring at him) Yeeeaaah... Now what's the real problem?
Josh: (rolls eyes) Israel's bitch ass said something about you
YN: Okay... and?
Josh: He was mad disrespectful about it! Gone tell me "Wasn't what your girl said when I was deep in her shit and had her on her knees" then laugh in my face.
YN: Niggas be bonkers (If anybody watch On My Block... you know)
Josh: (glares)
YN: Okay okay, but on a serious note he childish as hell. Secondly, you know I want you and only you so why trip? (rubbing through his hair)
Josh: (thinking) You know what... You right!
YN: I know (smirks)
Josh: C'mon ma before I bust ya back in here! (smacks your ass and walks out)
YN: I... I just don't understand (talking to self)
