Later that Day
“Okay, so, do I wear a jersey?” Parker said to himself. “Well I mean, it’s a laker game, obviously I should. But also it’s a date, so maybe I should dress more nicely.” He groaned. “If only I knew what she was wearing…” He decided to wear the jersey, with jeans and a t-shirt under it. “Alright, it’s 5:30, Mom left some money for me on the counter, and Aunt Jenny will be here soon. Let’s just calm down. You can do this. It’s just a date with the hottest freshman at the school. No big deal, right?” He took a deep breath.
He was ready to go and grabbed the money off the counter when he heard his Aunt honk her horn outside.
“Hey Aunt Jenny.”
“Oh there’s the birthday boy. 15 years, sheesh it feels like you were just learning how to talk yesterday. Now you never stop!”
“Heh, yeah time flies, huh?”
“And look how tall you are! I’m in heels and you’re still towering over me.”
“Yeah. Oh! Hold on, I forgot something.” Parker ran inside and grabbed my notebook. He always had that book with him when he watched basketball. He wrote down everything. His dream was to be a sports journalist.
“Alright I’m ready to go.”
“Okay, so I understand we have to pick up a friend.”
“Uh yeah, here’s the address.” He handed her the slip of paper Melanie had handed her earlier.
“So I hear you're going with a girl? Who is she?”
“Oh, uh, her name’s Melanie. She’s in my Biology class.”
“I don’t care about that. Tell me the good stuff.”
“I don’t think I understand?”
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“What? N-no.”
“You’re not a very good liar.”
“She’s not! I swear.”
“Whatever you say, Parker.”
“Just, try not to embarrass me, okay?”
“Me? Embarrass you? C’mon I’m the cool aunt remember? You know I’d never embarrass you.”
He laughed at that. “Okay then.”
He got in the passenger seat and we drove to Melanie’s.
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Parker walked up, took a deep breath, and rang the door bell.
“Hello, who are you?” An imposing man with a deep voice answered the door.
“I—I’m Parker.” He stuttered, terrified at the mountain of a man who stared back at him.
This is Melanie's dad? Oh god... he thought.
“Okay, what are you doing here, Parker?” He said.
“Melanie and I are supposed to go to the Laker game together tonight.”
“Oh, you're the boy... She’s in her room, wait here.” He sized me up for a second, and then shut the door.
“Phew, crisis averted…” He mumbled The door reopened and a much friendlier face appeared from behind it.
“Hey, Parker. Sorry about my dad, he’s a little—“
“Scary?”
She laughed. “Sure, scary. Anyway, should we get going?”
“Yeah, we should, you know, beat LA traffic and stuff.”
“Yeah.” Melanie and Parker walked back to the car.
“Hi, you must be Melanie, I’m his Aunt, Jenny.” Jenny said.
“Nice to meet you.” Melanie said.
“So let’s get this show on the road, then.” Aunt Jenny pulled out of the driveway and headed to the new arena, Staples Center. Parker practically couldn’t contain his excitement, he’d get to see the new look Lakers, under Phil Jackson, in the new look arena, Staples Center. Kobe wasn’t playing tonight, but it wasn’t a big deal, because Shaq was playing, and he alone made this a must see game as a Laker fan.
“So, Parker, How do you think we look this year?” Melanie asked.
“I mean, we have Shaq and arguably the best coach in the league, and then there’s Kobe, who I think is gonna be a stud, especially in the triangle with Phil, so I think we have a shot this year to be interesting, contend even. But getting past San Antonio won’t be easy. Stockton and Malone are still around too, the West looks really tough this year. Though I have to say, with MJ gone, and the whole lockout from last year, it’s hard to get as excited for this season. But hey, it should be a fun year and you never know.”
“Yeah. Portland looks good this year too.”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
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Parker and Melanie got to their seats and patiently awaited tip off.
“Wow! These seats are insane!” she said.
“Yeah I know, I couldn’t believe it when I got them.”
“That’s gotta be the best birthday present ever, huh?” she said.
“Oh yeah. Hopefully Phil and Shaq can give me a gift of their own with a win.”
“For sure.”
The players were out on the court and the game was about to tip off.
“They’re a lot bigger than on TV…” She said.
“Yeah, for sure.” I responded.
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“Ah C’mon, Fish! what kinda shot was that! Shaq had position! God d*mn it.” Parker cursed as Derek Fisher bricked another contested jump shot. He was playing awful tonight. He had already turned it over and was shooting terribly.
“This game is too close.” Melanie remarked. And it was. Halftime hit and the Lakers were leading by a slim 1 point.
“Your telling me.” Parker pulled out my notebook and started jotting down some notes of what he noticed from the first half.
“What’s that?” She asked, pointing to the notebook, which was filled with notes, notes, and even more notes.
“Huh? Oh, the notebook. I write down notes of what I see in the game. I like to write about the games, it’s what I want to do when I grow up.”
“Oh, that’s really cool. Can I see it?”
“Yeah, sure.”
She started to look through the book, which included high level insight like “Kobe seems to want to do too much, he needs to give Shaq the ball more, Shaq is more efficient.” to less smart sounding things like “What the F*ck is Lue doing? F*cking rookies… what a terrible shot…”
“Wow, you really know your stuff.”
“Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Do you wanna go get some food while halftime’s still going.”
“Yeah.”
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“Shaq’s on fire!” Parker shouted as Shaq slammed down a huge dunk. LA had started to pull away in the third quarter and Shaq was just unstoppable.
“Yeah.” Melanie agreed. Parker glanced over at her, she was so pretty under the arena lights, he thought. He reached his arm out, putting it around her shoulder. She wasn’t bothered by it, she even laughed a bit and leaned toward me and rested her head on my chest.
“You know, Parker, you could have done that two quarters ago, and I’d have been fine with it.” She said.
He laughed.
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“Hey, so I had a lot of fun, thanks for inviting me.” Melanie said.
“Of course. It was great going with you.”
“Yeah. Glad the Lakers won right?”
“Yeah.”
There was a bit of an awkward silence, then, unexpectedly, she leaned toward me and her soft lips touched mine. After a few seconds, we separated.
“I—“ Still stunned by the kiss, I couldn't find the words to respond.
“Happy birthday, Parker, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye Melanie,”
What a night... he thought.