Love And Basketball の小説・ストーリー

" Whoa! Of course I would love to go with you. Growing up my dad always loved basketball. I will take anything to see those stars in person" His own smile seemed to broaden too as he sighed. " Well most of the basketball guys are plain mean. Except a few. I have good guys in there that I can vouch for any day, but the sport itself is filled with egotistical men who think the world should revolve around them" I hummed. " Well that is one way to spoil my high hopes" I joked. The date went greater than I expected too and this time around, I did most of the talking.

“I know it.” There was silence for a while — the kind that didn’t need filling. He could almost picture her: hair falling over one shoulder, half-smiling through the dark. “Do you ever think,” Leo said after a moment, “that maybe love and football are the same kind of madness?” Maya chuckled quietly. “Only all the time. Both can break you if you let them.” “Then why do we keep doing it?” “Because we’re stubborn idiots,” she said, laughter slipping through her voice. “And because when it works, it reminds you why you’re alive.”

The memory of her sea-blue eyes looking at him with such trust and love made his chest ache with a pain so intense it felt like his heart was physically breaking inside his ribcage. Liam sighed deeply, the sound echoing in the small confines of his room like the voice of a ghost. The sigh carried both the sadness of his current situation and his longing for the only girl who truly loved him for himself and not for the popularity he had gained as the star basketball player, which in turn had made him the captain of the team.

"Come on, Finny tell me." "I see an ugly face that no one will love, I see a girl who is too tall, I see everything my mother told me growing up. That I'm never going to have a boyfriend because I play too much basketball. That I'm too much like a guy. That no one will ever love me because of it, and it only took me five years to prove my mom right."

"Why?" "Because Carter’s mother is dead." The voice on the other side stopped instantly. A beat later, low, mocking laughter from a man echoed through the wood. The door slowly swung open on silent hinges. The hallway beyond was empty. But lying right on the threshold, slowly rolling into the room, was an old, scuffed basketball. The leather was worn dark, covered in faded markings. Written across the center in dark ink was my name. I took a step toward it. "Carter, don't touch it," Jace warned, his voice taut.

Another young reporter. "As I already said no. No, we are not ." I said and stood up. Making my way out of that suffocating room. All I could think was now that I'm glad. Nobody will ever hurt my Izzy. I won't ever let that happen. How can I love her so fucking much?" I was surprised by myself. But yet still I love her with my life and I miss her .....!

After teaching their last lesson, the man clapped his hands together, excited about how to make a cheesy topic and spoke to the crowd, " So who is joining in this year's basketball team?" Viona watched as a number of hands lifted up in the air at once. Alaric leant beside her ears to whisper something lowly, " Do you like Basketball ball?" Viona held the urge of whining herself at his voice. Her eyes twinkled in excitement as she made an abrupt statement, " Well..I would love to..But I don't know how to play like a professional." A tenderness flooded through Alaric's expression. He smiled gleefully and offered after a deep thought,

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

Saddie, after recovering from her shock, puts the bags down on the ground and claps her hand. “That was fantastic,We knew you were in love with him!” they both grinned at me. I looked at them like they were crazy. They don't know what they are talking about. “Our little sister is in love” they sing songs and fist bump like they were best friends when in fact, they are like cats and dogs. I have never seen them getting along so well until now. If I had known they could bond over something as mundane as talking about my non-existent love life, I would have gotten married to my non-existent husband.

I say with all seriousness as he looks back up from his coffee. "I also got basketball scholarship into Oregon state university." "That's great! You love basketball." "My parents say it's stupid," He laughs humorlessly. "They call what I love 'stupid'. Can you believe it?" Risking my chances, I lay a hand over his across the table. "It's not stupid. I've seen you play, and you were pretty good." He turns his hand over, grips mine, a cocky smile playing on his lips. "You should come to one of my games, watch me get all the fans."