One Shots

Basketball - Alex Constancio and Austin Mahone Imagine

This whole thing started when mom told Fatima and me that we needed to get some exercise. It’s not like either of us is fat, but really. All we do is sit around on Wattpad and Tumblr. After looking into a couple organized sports and deciding that’s totally not what we wanted, we agreed on yoga. I mean, how hard could it be? It’s basically just fancy stretching, right? We signed up for one class a week, starting this Friday night.

“Are you ready for some over exaggerated stretching?” I asked Fatima as we were changing into yoga clothes in my messy room. I pulled my blue sports bra on with my knee length yoga pants. Fatima was already changed into her mid stomach hot pink sports bra and yoga pants that matched mine.

“Oh yes!” She smiled at me before grabbing her phone and bag as we headed out the door to mom’s car. We piled into the backseat. I told my mother the address of the gym we were going to. I thought it was weird that we were doing yoga at a school gym instead of a real yoga place… studio… or whatever. But I sighed and sat back, looking out the window. I fumed as we pulled up to the middle school, twirling the end of my French braid in my fingers. Fatima and I thanked mom and jogged into the school, not wanting to be late.

The gym doors were right next to the entrance to the school; we pushed them open. A basketball team was practicing, so I suspected we were early. Fatima checked her watch, and even though we were only 10 minutes early, we decided to go in and watch while we waited for the other people to get there. The players on the team seemed our age, maybe a little bit older. A couple whistled at us as we sat down, but we just rolled our eyes at the guys. The team was good, but one player really caught my eye. Number 21, in blue… he had long brown hair that was flipped to the side and his teeth were really pretty… super straight. He smiled at us until his team mate, another attractive one passed him the bass. The passer had shorter light brown hair, but his eyes were gorgeous. Number 14, also in blue. He waved to us, grinning. 21 shot the ball high and arching, it was a beautiful shot, and it went right through the hoop, a swish. Not that I actually know much about basketball, but I’ve watched plenty of my older brother’s games.

I glanced over at the clock, 3 minutes till yoga starts. I peered over at the door to the gym, still no sign of any other yoga-goers. Fatima was too immersed in the game to even realize what was going on. The basketball coach blew his whistle signaling the end of practice. The boys gathered their water bottles, bags, sweatshirts, and whatnot and all piled out the door to their waiting rides. All but the two brunettes. They sat on the bench, 14 on his phone, most likely calling his mother. He nodded and sighed, hanging up.

“Hey, Alex. Mom’s not gonna be here for almost an hour. She got stuck at work and traffic sucks.” The boy named Alex just nodded, picking up one of the stray balls. He dribbled slowly up to the three point line and shot the ball, once again arching perfectly, but bounced off the backboard.

“That was a good shot,” I called out to him, smiling. He looked up to me with a surprised expression.

“Thanks… do you play?” he asked me, walking towards the bleachers. I looked at Fatima with red cheeks. I giggled a little bit before standing up and gesturing for him to throw the ball to me.

“Ohhh no. Definitely not. But I can try, right?” I laughed again, but this time, Alex laughed too. He threw me the ball, and I caught it skillfully… not. But I can dream, ok? I bounced the ball against the ground a couple times and I walked up to the free throw line. I twirled the ball in my hand a bit as Alex stood, watching. I brought the ball up to my face and shot. It was an ok shot, but it hit the rim and circled around the hoop, but eventually fell to the side.

Alex smiled at me. He wiped his face with his jersey before taking it off completely. >o<! He threw the shirt to the side before coming up to me. “That was actually an ok shot.” A smile.  “But here, stand right where you were.” I came back to the free throw line, holding the ball. I got into my position, and Alex came and wrapped his sweaty but beautifully muscular arms around mine. His bare torso rested against my back, only covered by my navy blue sports bra. “Now,” he whispered into my ear, “you want to flip your wrist down after you shoot.” He bent his legs with me, and pushed up, sending the ball soaring into the air, and flying straight through the net. Woah.

I laughed as he stepped back and bowed. “Thank you, thank you very much.” I giggled again before looking at Fatima, who was totally fangirling to herself. Way to go.

“Come on, Fatima. We know you can’t shoot,” I laughed a bit. She hesitantly stood up and came down the bleachers, the number 14 receiving her at the bottom. He pulled her arm over to the opposite basket and doing the same as Alex did for me.

“I’m Austin,” he told her, sending her a breath taking grin.

“Fatima,” she told him.

“That’s a beautiful name. Exotic, haha.” Fatima blushed. Obviously.

As she was shooting, Alex pulled me in under his arm.

“You’re really pretty. Want to go out some time?”