"I'm heading home. Is there anywhere you wanna go?"

I shake my head saying 'No'.

"Ight' let's head out." He says looking at the car radio screen to back out.

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3 months later...

Today is Game 6 of the NBA Finals 21-22.

The series is 3-2, Warriors. It's either win or come back for Game 7.

I'm sure all of you know we sure don't want to come back to this reckless ass city.

Aaija and I are walking to the arena talking about how we're going to win this game tonight.

"Yeah, we definitely gone' take the trophy home." Aaija says matter-of a-factly. I nod my head at this.

"They don't have a chance. You got 'Game 6 Klay,' Poole, Curry, Wiggs, Loon, Green. They can't take us down this easily."

"Anyways, we here. You wanna' get food now, or wait 'til halftime?" She asks me.

I answer halftime as we go to the tickets to the security guard in the arena and walk through the tunnel to go visit the team.

I knock on the door and I hear Steve say 'Come in'.

We walk in and greet coach, before we do our handshakes with everybody. I finally get to Jordan and he stands, smiles and stares me in the eyes for a moment before he wraps his arms around me for a hug.

I pull back and look around for Aaija and see that she's with Kuminga smiling and giggling.

"Hi Jordan." I say cheesing. I'm whipped like whipped cream.

"Hey baby." He leans in for a quick peck.

"You ready?" I ask mumbling against his lips.

"I'm a lil' nervous, but I'll be okay."

"Do your thing bae." He smiles and kisses me on the forehead.

"I will, I promise."

"Close your eyes, and bow your head." He obeys.

"Father Lord, please let the nervousness Jordan Anthony Poole has fade away, and guide the way for him to find the correct pathway to use through this game. In Jesus' name, I pray, and he plays. Amen."

"Amen."

We raise our heads when I hear Steve say that we 1 minute. I give Jordan a meaningful kiss before I get Aaija and we walk to our seats next to Ayesha and the girls.

"Ayeshaaaa" I say enthusiastically.

"Reneeeee" She says in the same mood playfully.

We hug before I move on to Mychal, Mariah, and Sydel.

"Sooo, how's the relationship going?"

"It's going quite well." I can't help but blush thinking about my boyfriend.

"Oouuuuu she's blushinggggg." They exclaim together, as people behind look at us with confusion.

"Stopppp." I say blushing even more than before not looking at any of them.

"I'm so happy with him, it blows my mind."

"You deserve it love!" Mychal said.

"Starting lineups are starting y'all."

They announce Boston and they set up for jump ball.

Boston gets tip and they have Marcus Smart dribbling letting them set up for a play.

We have good defense, and steal the ball. Wiggins runs down the court, with numbers, and makes the layup.

It's up from here!

The last buzzer rings for halftime. The score is 54 - 39, Warriors up.

I get Aaija's attention and her face is suddenly covered with realization that we planned to get food at halftime.

We walk down the steps and find our way to the food venders. I plan to get popcorn and a Fanta Orange, but Aaija want nachos, a pretzel, and popcorn so I gotta' wait for her.

I see her walking my way, but I also see someone familar walking towards me aswell. Aaija makes it to me first, then Willow pops up next to her.

"Uhhh, hello?" I say since she's just staring at me down sizing me up.

She rolls her eyes and walks away bumping into Aaija on purpose.

Aaija sideeye's the path Willow took to pass her and turns around slowly.

"I see bitches can't say excuse me nowadays!" She exclaimed making loud enough for Willow to hear.

Willow turns around and mugs her with all the attitude in her soul, and keeps walking.

I bust out laughing and damn near drag her out the area and we speed walk to our seats eager to tell the girls what happened.

"Nah that shit was mad funny." I hear Aaija's New York accent come out.

"I can tell; yo ass almost outta breath. Shit is killing me."

"Nigga-"

"Watch your mouth around here Aaij."

"Girl I don't give a-"

"Aaija." I give her a stern look.

She rolls her eyes and smiles lightly.

"You know when my accent come out, I get a little ahead of myself." We chuckle.

"Oh I know. I remember that time you were cranky, and I had to wake you up because you slept in, you literally screamed at me in New York lingo."

"I was trying not to, but I was tired as hell, and didn't wanna' wake up."

"Girl, you think I wanted to wake yo ass up? I knew I was playing wit' my life."

"Aweeee, you remember when I had ate the last Oreo, and you were furious with my ass?"

"I sure do. You still owe me my freaking Oreos, I'm not playing wit' yo ass."

Aaija rolls her eyes sarcastically and points at the girls.

"Girl focus on yo' man hooping-"

"You too, you're not slick Aaija." She blushes profusely.

"Yeahhh, we know!"

"Stop outting me! Before I out that one time Jo-" I pinch her arm.

"I dare you to say a fucking word in this arena right now."

The girls finally come into view and she hurries to get away from me.

I glare at her and she shrugs with a smirk on her face.

I roll my eyes, and sit next to her and start eating my popcorn.

I made sure there was extra butter and cinnamon. (if you don't put any cinnamon sugar on your popcorn, you mad weird onb)

It gives sweet and salty and it's so gooddd.

We are the courtside baddies for today so I gotta' make sure me and the girls look fine as hell.

We straighten our clothes and hair and get ready for the second half, which determines if we go home or stay another night for Game 7.

Watching the boys come back on the court, I see Jordan look our way and I instantly know he's looking my way.

I mouth, 'You got this!' and he smiles big paying attention to Steve.

Yeah we taking this home.

Steph is crying at the end of the court, while his father comes to console him.

I see Klay walk over to Steph and they hug eachother and it makes my heart swell knowing that they've been through hell and back to get to this point.

From their record being 73-9 to losing in Game 7 against Lebron and the Cavs, to gaining KD and winning two championships with him, them being considered 'The best backcourt we've ever seen'. Klay getting injured in 2019, two years without one of two Splash Brothers.

They deserve it so much. They've been through so much I can't even imagine having to go through that. The mental health that goes with playing sport is very hard. I used to hoop when I was in high school but, I quit because I had the designing job to do in San Fransisco.

End of discussion, this is the Dream Team.

They deserve everything that comes with this.

I see Jordan wave me down to the court since me and Aaija are the last ones up here.

I walk to Jordan and she walks to Jonathan with a huge smile on her face. She a munch.

Jordan picks me up with the biggest smile on his face I've ever seen in the 6 years I've known him.

He spins me around and puts me down, and pecks my lips.

"Congrats my love, I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you baby, you wanna' hold the trophy with me when we get the chance to?"

"Yes please, isn't it heavy as hell though?"

"Not really, you lift, so it's not that heavy."

"This goes together so well, your birthday is in 2 days, whatchu' wanna' do?"

"I wanna explore."

"I'll make it happen."

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i'm not back. i'm so sorry i lied to you guys, atrocious. anyways... i got money on dem birds!