Nba Youngboy Smiling Novels & Stories

"Thank you precious girl he's perfect, you're perfect." THE END

On his feet were a pair of white sneakers. Amid the colorful lights and lively atmosphere, he stood in front of me, just like a fresh and vibrant little sprout. With the two small canines revealed when he smiled, I believed that not many could resist such charm. However, I was one of the few. I glanced at the boy and replied with a smile, "Sorry, I don't think so." The boy raised an eyebrow and said, "Then... what about F******k?" "Nope. I don't use a smartphone."

Sam’s face remains the same. “We’re taking pictures can you at least smile for the last one.” I exasperate and he glances at me for a second, before looking back at the camera. Deciding he was a lost cause, I do something daring and throw my hands around his shoulder. He tenses but before I could move it, he merely leans into me. The light flashes and I knew this picture would be a beaut. As it processing and slowly comes out of the slot, my expectations were blown always as Samuel stared back at me with something a little smaller than a grin, but bigger than his ghost smile.

Sebastian must have been fourteen or fifteen at the time. There's a girl and a boy in the photo with him. The girl is on Sebastian's back, holding her hands up with a wide gapped smile, and Sebastian is smiling as well, with a mouth full of braces. It's genuine, his smile. Of course, I've seen Sebastian smile countless times, but in this photo, it looks real and untampered, like he isn't forcing or holding back from it. The boy is standing with his arms crossed, wearing a pair of shades and obviously posing seriously for fun. I turn the photograph around, finding "Sonya, Sebastian & Andre" written in marker as well.

He tenses up. "Uh, sure..." He replies, looking nervous as fuck. "Let's get this over with," I mumble, picking up a basketball and bouncing it a few times. All the boys take their positions on the other half of the field, and I just focus on the basket. What these boys don't know, is that I'm a great shooter. I can literally shoot from the other end of the field. So the joke's on 'Gabe'; I'm totally shooting in less than a minute.

Yelled Gabriel, making us all laugh, "YESSSSS FINALLY WE'RE NOT THE YOUNGEST ANYMORE!!!" Yelled Kenny and Sanchez, making us chuckle softly at their silly antics. "Technically you're not the youngest; Jon is, aren't you, baby bro?" Smiled Leo, ruffling Jonathan's brunette hair. Jon only huffed in amusement and fixed his hair back to how it was. "Wait, do you have a picture of her? "We want to see her," said Alberto; all the others nodded in agreement. I nodded my head and fished my phone out of my pocket and looked up at my baby's cute face. I motioned for them to come closer, and I gave Camron my phone, and immediately all of them surrounded him to take a look.

I take my hat off to him and am inspired to keep myself fit and active when I am his age. Heading to the locker room a couple of young kids smile shyly at me. “Would you sign your autograph for us please, Cody?” A young lad with ginger hair and plenty of freckles asks. “Of course. You want some selfies too?” “Would you?” They say in unison. “Absolutely. Come on.” I crouch down and extend my arms so they can all fit and bundle around me. One kid, a lanky dark-haired kid with teenage acne takes the selfie. He is overjoyed.

I was glad no one was around to see me being a total desperado as I clicked on it. She was posing at an ice cream parlor with a young blonde man. He had defined features and piercing black eyes. Olya’s neon pink lips were pressed against his neck, her arms wrapped around his waist tightly. Holy fuck, if it’s on social media, that has to be her boyfriend. Vasha hadn’t mentioned Olya was dating anyone, so it must be a new fling.

If you watch him closely, his nervousness is easily noticeable. "H... Hello!". The young man practically yelled, it startled Esme. The room went quiet for a second, they all feared for the boy. After all, behind the cameras, a lot of celebrities are well known for how bad they treat other people regardless of how popular they are. "Hi, how are you?". Esme flashed a beautiful smile at him, it fueled his heart. "I... I'm fine!! You... You are so beautiful!!". The boy's ears turned red as he said so.

He just seemed to resemble Damon… somewhat. The young boy was startled, too. But his reason was a lot simpler—Damon was way too good-looking. “Gee, aren’t you handsome!” he blurted out. Damon beamed. Being praised by a young kid in public could move even the coldest man. “And you just got even more handsome by smiling!” the young boy exclaimed again. Damon stopped. His smile faded. He had not smiled for years since Jeanette was gone. And yet, here he was, grinning because of a compliment a random brat gave.