Chapter 6 6

♠ Kim Stans ♠

It was frustrating how hard it was to just learn a fucking sport.

I mean, all I had to do was know the basics then I could write what might possibly become the best novel ever.

But for some reason, the sport wouldn't get into that brain of mine.

It had been an entire week since I left Katie's house and began trying to see what I could learn from the internet about Basketball.

But when I say I'm not a fan of sport, I think anyone should believe me.

At some point, I began considering calling my publishers and letting them know I might not be able to write the book.

But then, Suzy just had to post a video of her writing the first chapter of her book.

That fucking bitch fueled my soul, making me more eager to write this novel than ever.

But that fuel didn't make learning easier.

So I knew it wasn't going to be something easy.

After more hours trying to learn today, I'd finally decided to go on a walk which might help boost my spirit.

It was chilly outside.

Something expected considering it was a week to December and ten degrees out.

At least I came prepared with the black beanie and dark blue sweater I had on.

Then topped it up with dark blue jeans and ankle boots with dark blue scarf.

Since I planned on just cooling my head before I got back to my cracking of brain on how to learn about basketball, I'd put on an ear pod for my left ear only, listening to hip hop.

Outside was already filled with Christmas preparations.

Holiday lights and decorations on buildings, streets and even in parks.

There were festive window displays at many department stores, giving the vibe of the season.

I liked the sight of people getting prepared for the holiday and what it held in store for them.

But me, here I was, instead of relaxing in such a season, I was cracking my brain, trying to learn about a sport I'd certainly not care about after the book was over.

The song was interrupted by my ringtone, so I pressed a button on it, answering the call.

"Hello." I greeted whoever the caller was.

"Kim!" My sister, Oliver's cherry voice echoed through my ear, "Happy one week to December!"

"Same to you," a smile found its way to my lips because I could trust her to say such, "how are you celebrating your last week in November? How's it going there in Louisiana?"

"Guess what?" She giggled, and with the background sound, I could already guess someone was with her.

"Gorgy proposed?" Because that was how she sounded at the moment.

"Nah." From her tone, I could guess something had happened between her and her boyfriend. "But I'm coming to New York to spend the holiday with my sweetest sister."

"Really?" My tone was in a medley of surprise and excitement. "And your boss will allow you to do so?"

"It's a long story which I'll explain when I get back," she said, her cherry tone back, "but I'm coming back home. I've missed you so much and can't wait to see you again."

"Same here,"

It had been two years since she travelled to Louisiana and I hadn't seen her since then.

She was too busy to come visit, with the same going for me.

Also, I knew if I was to go visit her, I would be a huge disturbance as she was a chef in one of the biggest restaurants there, leaving her always busy.

But now she was finally coming back home.

"Have you told dad?" I asked, certain she wouldn't have told him or else he'd have come meet me at my house, letting me in on how excited he is to know she'd be coming home.

"Not yet," someone said something from her line, "I was thinking I should tell you first then talk to dad."

"Alright, I'm super excited," I admitted, ambling down the city as the breeze swooped my ponytailed hair to the side.

After about a few more minutes of talking, I hung up so she could tell the news to dad, then continued my thinking as the music played again.

I didn't want to stress about it all since I still had till January thirteenth as the deadline to hand over what I'd come up with.

But then it was such a short period of time with me still not having an idea whatsoever.

Not even a title.

"Basketball love." I thought aloud, knowing it wasn't a suitable title for whatever story I planned on writing.

"In love with the basketballer?" The guessing continued. "Basketball to the heart court."

Did that even make sense?

I probably shouldn't be starting with titles when the storyline wasn't available.

But if I wanted to get anything, I needed to know how the sport worked so I'd know how he'd fall in love or other things like that.

And well, as everyone knows, that's where my problem starts from and the solution seems far away.

Realizing all the thoughts was doing nothing good to me. Only giving me a headache, so I decided to just close my eyes and jam with the music.

Let the breeze leave goosebumps coating my skin and just let the scent of the holiday fill my soul.

The song had changed to something slower and even more calming to my soul.

Just forget about all I had to do, and think about the present. Think about things that laid around me.

I could hear a child talking to his mom about feeling cold and wanting to drink something hot.

An elderly was saying something to someone (I guess), but I couldn't make out what the words were about as I walked further from them.

Soon, I heard a male's voice saying something about lying for position or whatever.

This was how life should be. Calming and just filled with peace and quiet.

Until...

A hand grabbed onto my waist firmly, but not painfully, pulling me to a hard chest which startled me enough to jerk my eyes open.

"What the-"

The hand squeezed my waist. "Dad, I knew you wouldn't believe me, but she's the girl I'd been talking about."

A familiar voice said, leaving me in confusion as I stared up at whoever was causing all these bullshit.

My eyes widened when I sighted Austin. He turned to me, locking our gaze with a smile on his face.

"She's my girlfriend."

I blinked my confusion. Wait, what?