You look at me like you never seen anything just like me before. So I have to say that I feel the same you make me feel like a piece of gold, can this continue? Cause I want to get close to you this waiting is a game that I know I can't win. ..... I can read your signal just like the stars in the sky you can't hide it. I can read your signal and you're falling for me like I'm falling for you yeah yeah.

"And now that's it's over, I'll never be sober
I couldn't believe, but now I'm so high
And now that's it's over, I'll never be sober
I couldn't believe, but now I'm so high
Now I'm so high
Now I'm so high
Now I'm so high."

I was inspired to write one shots about one of my favorite NBA player, so I am going to do just that. I hope for my readers to like them. Requests are OPEN; Name: Hair color; Eye color; Skin color: Scenery: Let me know exactly what you want, and I'll try my best to get that. Tell me if you want comedy, arguing, lovey dovey, highschool, drama, ex problems, cheating, explicit scenes, any of it. Or if you just want random. Inbox me all of those details please. ***INBOX***

|| Addiction ; Noun || The fact or condition of being addicted or attached to a particular substance, thing or activity. Healthy or unhealthily. " The strongest drug that exist for a human is another human being ."

She's admiring the twenty-eight year old NBA MVP, Stephen Curry. She wonders what it would be like to be in a relationship with such a guy, like him. She ponders on the fact that it will never happen for numerous reasons such as he's married, and she's only seventeen. The thing is, Steph Curry is all about living life to the fullest. He takes chances. Serious chances.

Liliana Rose became a statistic. Being pregnant at 15 was not something that she had planned, however, behind a good seed, is a bad seed... an older much more manipulative seed.

"Wait!" Stephen called and I puffed out a breath. I stopped but didn't face him, weighing out my options. I could keep going and head home or I could hear him out. Heavy foot steps were heard behind me until I felt a hand on my waist, whipping me around. His apple green eyes scanning me. "I want coffee" he leaned down whispering in my ear. 'Yeah! And I want your head buried between my legs!!' I thought to myself, looking at him like he was half crazy. Is he confused? "Well Steph I'm sure they have coffee here somewhere. I mean it is a grocery store..." I dryly told him. "No, you're misunderstanding me." He pulled my body closer, wrapping both warm arms around my waist. Everything felt right about what was happening, I felt safe in his embrace. His hold was inviting, strong, and protective. Felt like, home. "I want coffee at your kitchen table, after I've explored ever fucking inch of your body.."He kissed my neck so my eyes fluttered shut. Was this real? Did I hear him correctly? "Do you understand?" Stephen asked brushing a calloused thumb over my bottom lip. "Regular or Decaf?" I spoke breathlessly. This man is going to be the death of me. Stephen is just a postman in an over privileged neighborhood.

If there's no love I got basketball if there's no basket ball I got love if there neither than I got God

In this story crystal westbrooks will soon meet a basketball player name stephen curry they will start dating he will lie,cheat,love, her he will soon give everything up for her and he will soon realize she is the one for him and she will do the same now that they have a baby on the way