All Grown Up

Luke and Mia's BASKETBALL TOURNEY

All Grown Up, Luke and Mia's BASKETBALL TOURNEY

LUKE'S AGE: 16

MIA'S AGE: 15

Luke's POV:

"Go! Go! Pick it up, boys!" I heard being continuously shouted at me and my teammates. "This our last practice before the tournament and if you don't want to give me all you got, then you can be sitting next to me on the bench the entire weekend!" My coach yelled at us boys. "Luke, you shoot first. If he misses then we backpedal down the court then sprint forward."

I got the ball and lined up at the free throw line. I took a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders. I brought the ball up to me cheek and shot it, letting it roll off my finger tips. As I came up on my toes the ball swished through the net. Everyone clapped twice in unison.

"Good shot, one more and practice is over." My coach, Dan, announced. I nodded my head and got ready to shoot again. When I released it from my hands it rolled off the rim and fell to the ground. Dammit. I hate when it looks straight on then just barely misses the hoop.

"Base line." Dan ordered. I groaned quietly. I hated when we had to run, but it was worse when it was my fault because I missed.

After running so much I was actually considering throwing up, Cameron made 2 shots to save us from any more torture. "Luke, do you and Eli need a ride home? It's on the way," Zachary asked.

"No thanks, man. Our dad should be here any minute," I explained.

"Alright, see you tomorrow at school." Zach went outside and got into his car.

I pulled out my phone and texted my dad that practice was over. Eli walked out of the bathroom and stopped at the water fountain. "Eli, can you please fill this up?" I tossed him my green Gatorade water bottle before he could say no. He caught it with ease and did as I asked. I lifted my shirt up from the bottom and wiped my face.

"Looking sexy as usual, Luke." A girl form my chemistry class, named Sarah, winked at me while walking with her friend.

"You too, Eli." Her friend added while winking at him as he walked towards me. I have no idea what they were doing in the gym when it was only the boys practicing.

"What are you guys doing here?" Eli asked, as if he was reading my mind. Well, we are twins.

"Cheer leading practice, don't act like you don't stare at us during your practices. We do our routine after you guys leave." Blondie from chemistry explained.

"Oh, I've never seen you here, so no, you do not distract me from practice," I informed them.

"Well, you are a guy and guys like think about sex like every 3 minutes, so you do think about me like at least 20 times a practice." She decided. I think I would scream if she said "like" one more time.

"You aren't exactly wrong about the sex thing, but all those times I'm thinking of Mia and Mia only. Bye, Sarah." Eli laughed at my comeback as we walked around her to the parking lot.

"It's a blessing and a curse being a Styles," I sighed.

"I couldn't agree more."

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*THE NEXT NIGHT (FRIDAY)*

"Mia, grab me a pair of socks out of my top right drawer," I told her while sliding on my uniform shorts. She opened the drawer and I could see her smirk.

"Oh, what do we have here? Luke's wallet," she fake gasped, "I don't think he would mind if I took a 20, would he?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, yes, he would care. Just hand me the socks," I groaned. She threw them at my chest then put my wallet back in the drawer. I picked them up and slid the tall, white, Nike, socks on and grabbed my jersey off my bed.