Infrunami

2

KEHLANI

"You never told me Amir was the one who recorded and produced Drake's music video?" I gasp as I look through the song's information.

"Damn suck his dick already." She says, laughing through the phone.

"Shit I might." I mumble under my breath.

"Girl- okay oh- my man is calling." She laughs and I roll my eyes.

"Which one? Man 1,2? 3?" I say before she ends the call.

Whore.

I open my mouth to say something but I get a call from my dad which is a surprise because he never calls me. It will usually be a text or my mom will speak for him on the phone.

"Kehlani, don't forget about Kieron's game." He tells me.

"I was never going to forget." I reply.

"Should I pick you up? ." He asks through a muffled mouth which was most likely full of food. A habit I have never appreciated.

"No I'll drive over there." I tell him.

My dad played in the NBA and my older brother followed his path. Unfortunately, we never see them so it's usually just me, my mom and my dad now that he's retired. But if he ever had a game, we would always be there.

"The game ends late meaning you'll get home late. This is why you should've never moved out." He sighs dramatically as if i'm going to move back in.

"Dad don't start. Text me the address." I say and he ends the call. I didn't expect a bye so I wasn't shocked.

Now what am I going to wear?

AMIR

The arena gets fuller and a bunch of celebrities are courtside alongside me. About three, I take pictures with and some others I simply just dap them up.

There's a loud commotion as the players start to walk in but it's all drowned out as I find my eyes on her.

AFTER THE GAME

KEHLANI

Kieron jogs over to my seat after finishing up with some fans that were leaving.

"Hey sis." He pulls me in for a hug and I hold him tighter than I realised. I missed him so much.

"I missed you so much Kee." I dramatically wipe my fake tears.

"You good?"

"Nah, you was ass. Your team needs me foreal." I playfully punch his arm.

"Oh i'm ass? Come on the court right now." Kieron pulls my arm before I can say anything else and leads me onto the court.

He picks up one of the many balls and throws it at me and just in time, I catch it.

"Watch this." I point at the ball and he chuckles.

I mimick one of his plays, doing a left-handed layup and the ball goes into the net. I only got the courage to do this since the arena was basically empty.

He claps his hands like a proud mom.

"A little rusty but," He raises his hands in defeat.