Stephen Curry imagines

•TWENTY SEVEN•

Our team won by 8 and Stephen ran past his entire team to come celebrate with me...
I don't think he knew just how important I felt in that moment, he put me before everybody there. He picked me up with ease as he kissed me "good job baby, you played amazing" I always meant it, he's a great player and he amazes everybody. And it's worth seeing the big smile he gets when I tell him how proud of him I am.

I can't forget that night, it was amazing.
We went to my dorm after celebrating his win with the rest of his team and some others.
The partying life is fun but sometimes it's nice to just be alone together. We watched a movie and I listened as Stephen talked about the game, yea I was there but he has fun telling stories so I just let him go.

The next morning it was Saturday so he took me out to breakfast, we went with some friends and of course all anybody talked about was the game from the previous night.
I looked over to Stephen and he was staring at me smirking "what?" I smiled. He shook his head "you know I love you right?" "Yes and I love you" he kissed my forehead and turned his attention back to the conversation our friends were having.

At some point in our relationship he had convinced me to get matching tattoos. It was a simple date of the day we started dating, it was just a little tattoo we had on our arms. It hurt way more then he let me believe. I might've cried but that's not something we will discuss...
It was hilarious to see his mom freak out when she found out he talked me into getting matching tattoos. He didn't find it nearly as funny as I did but I don't care. His mom finally stopped yelling at him and walked away while I just laughed at him as he sat there evil eyeing me not too happy with how much I was enjoying him getting into trouble.

He never turned down a chance to help me practice basketball I always pictured playing basketball with my boyfriend where he would be all cute and let me win and be all sweet and loving, NO I could not get a shot up without this jerk blocking me, he enjoyed the height difference between us. I still loved him through it though...because I had to.
I still appreciated it though he helped me improve he also gave me this weird Twitch whenever somebody taller then me would put their hand up on the court though, but I guess that just comes with the improvement I'm not sure I didn't read the Manuel.

I like those memories I wish I could only remember that Version on us... unfortunately all I can remember is the us that was up at 3 am screaming at each other, the us that couldn't even remember what we were fighting about anymore and yet didn't stop screaming.
The throwing objects at each other for no good reason... the awkward silence where we sat there and cried. Accusing each other of this and that. Unfortunately we weren't the kids from years ago who fell in love without a worry in the world. We were now the girl who couldn't trust him for anything and the boy who was jealous over everything. I wish I could take it all back

"No, you did it Stephen, good job. You become the piece of shit you said you'd never become, you let this lifestyle change you! You got everything you ever wanted the car the house the career the team you wanted, good job! And all it cost you was everybody whoever helped you get here....congratulations" I screamed at him in our California home.

"This was our dream! You wanted this just as much as I did, we did this as a couple."

"I can't believe you're not ashamed of who you have become."

It's crazy to think of the man I know now.....I wish I could get the old Stephen back...the one that loved me. It's weird because he always said his biggest fear was losing me, but he didn't even flinch when he let me go...
I remember after the first Time we kissed he said he had been waiting a long time to do that I wonder if he thought that as he left...