You sat down, and took a big drink from your water bottle. "I'll beat you next time, (y/n)! I swear it!" Jim said, taking a sip from his own water.
"Sure. Just admit it, Jim. You suck at tennis." You replied, bouncing the tennis ball in your hand.
"Never. You know I'm gonna beat you. Someday."
"Mmm hmm. Come on, let's go get some food. I'm hungry." You said, standing up and walking to the door.
He followed and the two of you got some lunch. He may suck at tennis, but he was still very awesome in your eyes.
After lunch, you stood up. "Come on! We're playing some more. And I'm gonna give you lessons!"
"Are you sure?" He asked, and you nodded. He needed some lessons. "Okay, I guess."
For the next two hours you tried to teach him. Bit it obviously wasn't rubbing off on him. "Okay, are you pretending to be this bad?" You asked, and he turned bright red.
"No, I'm not. Not everyone can be good at stuff you know." He replied, and you smiled.
You served the ball, Jim struggled to hit it with his racket. Instead, the greenish yellow ball hit him smack dab in the middle of his forehead.
Leaving a round bruise that looked absolutely ridiculous. "Oh man," you laughed, struggling to breathe from all the laughter. "You look stupid!"
"Gee, thanks for the moral support, (y/n)." He mumbled, looking in the mirror.
"Hey, it's not that bad!" You said, hands on your hips. "At least you can tell Spock that I technically didn't beat you this round."
He sighed, and hugged you. "Yes, at least it was a tie this round." He said, then kissed your cheek.
He wasn't ever going to live this down.
A/n
Okay guys, I feel bad. I haven't updated in a while, and I am terribly sorry! And this one probably isn't all that good, you guys deserve better.
The main reasons I haven't been updating lately is the weather. We've been having a lot of storms here lately. Like a lot. There's flooding, and the lightning messes up the WiFi.
Also I've been working on a different story called Shadows and it takes up all my time right now.
Please request, and I'll write it. I need some ideas. And once again, I am very sorry.
~Clieo
