The road is serene in an odd way at night. You sleepily browse through your backpack for a shred of entertainment on this boring road trip. You needed something to stay awake; you were in that weird limbo where you were tired enough to be unable to concentrate but not tired enough to sleep. Dad was asleep, snoring loudly and Mum was in her own little driving zone, in which anyone who remotely cared for their lives wouldn't interrupt. You were relying on this backpack to make this six hour road trip stay six hours and not stretch to a thousand years.
The contents of the backpack were as followed: a phone out of battery, an empty gum wrapper, a book you had read at least twelve times, a Teikou School Guide and a poster of the hottest American basketball player you had ever seen. Seeing as you were already nervous about starting a new school in the middle of the third year, you didn't want to read the Teiko school guide. So instead you pulled out the poster and unrolled it onto your lap.
You had to suppress the love struck sigh that naturally occurred whenever you saw the handsome athletic. He was shirtless, showing off his perfectly chiseled abs that looked like a god had carved them out of stone. Broad shoulders glistening from the lighting and shapely biceps that had muscles in all the right places. With a stunning face, mouth sexily agape, blue eyes that to you didn't seem piercing but seemed to stab you you repeatably with intensity. A calloused hand pushed back a fistful of golden hair. To put it simply. He was hot.
You look up, staring up at the full moon, blushing at how cliche your thoughts seemed. But you can't control your thoughts so they were what they were. "I wish basketball boys would fall in love with me!" And you giggled, it was just a silly little game to you, just an idle thought to entertain. Little did you know, your wish was granted tenfold.
