Camille's POV
We were laughing our heart out as I tried to teach Lucy how to dance Bacardi as we listened to this genre of Afro beats called amapiano which I'd discovered at a club I went to in the UK
"you can't seriously think that's correct?" I asked with a laugh "but it's working,it's moving righttt?" she whined as she struggled to get her butt to work "Luce you're such a clo_"
my sentence was cut off by my phone ringing so was my music , "hi Andre Makeila" my voice came out more chirpy than I wished it did which I was embarrassed by making Lucy cackle like a witch still struggling to get her butt to move even without the music
"you really love calling my surname don't you?"
"maybe"
it was like me calling a celebrity without their surname it never came out right,it's like calling Tom Holland...Tom!
how does that sound?
"are you free tonight?"
"I am"
"Can I see you?"
"you can"
"great,I'll come pick you up?"
"that'd be great" somehow my voice came out in glee again making me mentally facepalm myself as he gave a soft laugh "see you then"
"aight" the call ended making me jump on my bed with a deep breath as the music continued.
"I finally got the hang of it!" Lucy shrieked with her waistline and ass finally getting some rhythm as she smiled so widely that made me worry her face would tear "work it Lucy!"
I hollered, bouncing off the bed to join her.
*****
8:30 pm
Standing at the pavement,his car pulled up at the gate "hope you didn't wait long?" he asked the moment he alighted the car "no at all, just came out"
"you look nice" he complimented giving me a once over from my black boots to my blue jeans,white fitted top to my face looking at my curls flowing freely on my shoulders before he looked into my eyes making me blush even when I didn't plan to "th_thanks, me,you too"
he smiled at me before opening the car door for me to get in then heading to the driver's seat when I heard my phone ping in my tote bag to receive a text from Lucy
Lucy: you both are so Starfire and Robin coded 😭✨
the little rat was spying on us from the front porch refusing to leave my house.
Me: Hell no, we're better than that😑
Lucy: better than Starfire and Robin?🫤
Me: yes
Lucy:no competition I see😏
Me:exactly,just a blooming friendship😌🌷
Lucy:yeah...right😏.
What the hell is she smirking for?
Not wanting to entertain her antics,I tucked my phone in my bag focusing on the road ahead filled with orange street lights reflecting into the car. a smile crept on my face at Lucy's text as I took a brief glance at Andre Makeila.
Maybe we were Starfire and Robin coded in certain aspects...
Andre's POV
Reaching our destination,we alighted from the car to be welcomed by a basketball court "woww" Camille whispered with her hazel eyes sparkling in awe "I know" my statement came with a sense of pride, Levi and I discovered it when we were looking for a place to practice outside of school last year and since then, the whole team come here pretty often for evening practice.
The open space court was lit with purple and teal neon lights,the silvery hoop lit like a treasure to be earned with yellow lights and the sleek floor which was also lit at every step. there was something about the place that made it so satisfying to play on especially at night....made basketball feel like magic and I wanted to share that magic with Hazel.
"Shall we?" I asked breaking her trance as I picked the ball at the center of the court "huh,we_we're playing?"
"We're,you could use the practice"
she pouted slightly "am I that bad?"
"You're not"
"You're just saying that"
I threw the ball to her swiftly which she caught with no delay and a firm grip making smirk "I'm not"
"Well my shoes aren't exactly for playing"
She pointed out with her gaze on her boots.
Luckily,I believe I had a solution "wait for me here" walking to the car,I retrieved a pair of orange sneakers and laid it at her feet "can I ask why you have orange sneakers In your car?" she asked softly
"they're Oriena's" she back away from the shoe at my statement and I could understand why "it's fine,she doesn't wear them anymore... trust me" at my words she loosened up to pick the shoe which I beat her to "let me"
"O_okay"
"put your hand on my shoulder" with that,I got on one knee, reached for her ankle to take off the boot and I felt her whole body tense by the way she gripped my shoulder which made me get tense all of sudden.
Breathe Makeila, breathe
Repeating the mantra,I successfully helped her put on both shoes
"All done" I stated, looking up at her to see her looking back at me to the neon nights gleam beautiful through her eyes
"thank you" she whispered with a shy expression on her face
Looking down at her feet,a soft laugh left my throat as I got up to my feet with a soft wind messing up our hair "let's begin?"
a smile crept on her beautiful face as she with her dahlia dimples peeking out picked up the ball "yeah!"
******
An hour into our little practice Hazel was panting hard with a smile that never left her face which was mirrored by me
"How are_you_b_barely out_of breath!" She asked with a confused look still panting as sweat glazed her face making a bit of her hair stick to face as she placed her manicured hands on her knee "I'm used to this silly"
"Yo_your silly" she bit back making my chuckle "a little training got worked up Hazel?"
Her eyes gleamed with conviction which I found very attractive "not a bit"
"Good,let's continue"
Running back our dribbling,she tried scoring which she failed to "why isn't it working?" frustration leaked from her voice as she ran her hand over hair ruffling it more.
Standing behind her I took her hand in mine as she held the ball firmly making her look back at me wide eyed "focus" I cautioned making her whip her hair back to the ball "so now, you need to note something. when scoring get you aim right,focus and don't hesitate okay?"
she nodded, eyes still on the hoop "now,face the ball where you think it aligns with the hoop" my voice came out more of a whisper than I intended. even with all the sweat,I could smell a trace of coconut and shea butter from her "now that you've gotten your angle" lifting her hand higher, preparing for the throw.
"don't hesitate, just throw" on mark,we threw the ball which entered the hoop smoothly without fail making her jump with excitement before hugging me tightly in a way that knocked the air out of my lungs and got my face red,I felt the need to push her away and to pull her closer at the same time "we did it,we did IT!" after her celebration, she seemed flustered at the fact that we were hugging which made me smile but we didn't pull away
"that we did,I'm proud of you" just like that, the fluster was replaced by a warm smile that had the ability to make everything else seem small
"thanks"
No,thank you Camille.....