Roman's face scrunched up in confusion until he caught on to what he was hinting at. "God, no! Not that type of favor. That's, that's not how I meant it." He quickly added. "I don't even like guys in that type of way." He paused, tilting his head. "Hold up. You think that I'm gay?"
"I mean... I kinda figured since you said Lynn and you weren't a thing..."
"That... that doesn't make me..." he stopped. "You know what, never mind. I'm gonna pretend that I ain't hear the first part of this conversation." He looked at the sky before looking over at Abel. "I... I need you to led up on Zadia." He said, leaving both himself and Abel bewildered. "You're mad at her... I get it, but she's your friend and you've got love for her... so forgive her so y'all can move on."
Abel placed the ball on his hips and took off his hoodie. "That's...I wasn't expecting you to say that. She said something to you?"
Roman shook his head, deciding not to disclose what Zadia said earlier. A little lie wouldn't hurt anyone and he rarely did it. "She didn't... The only reason why I'm saying anything is because I'm tired of the both of you mopping around. It's awkward, depressing, and annoying. You guys are friends so stop being petty and just make up already."
Abel scratched the back of his head. "I don't need you to tell me when to make up with her. I had already made up my mind to do it tomorrow." He explained. "I was just... waiting." He frowned, looking at Roman's suit. "Why are you dressed up so... clean?"
"It's for a meeting," Roman answered, taking a step back. "What, you've never seen a good suit before?"
"Never one with those tacky ass shoes."
Roman scoffed, looking down at his leather shoes. "These are Perry Ellis. Shit cost over three grand."
Abel shook his head. "So a waste of money." He concluded. "You got the drip, but you ain't got the drip."
Roman eyed him, before taking off his suit jacket. "You're a smart ass, you know that right?"
Abel chuckled, noticing him putting the suit jacket on one of the chairs. "What are you doing man?"
Roman grabbed the ball out of his hand swiftly. "I'm trying to see if your shit-talking is as bad as your layout." Roman dribbled the ball in his hands, before throwing it into the hoop effortlessly. "Why were you waiting to apologize to Zadia?" He asked, catching the ball and throwing it at Abel.
He caught it with one hand and began bouncing it. "Petty reasons, I guess. I thought she'd apologize first... but then it never happened and I figured it was time I just did it. I was wrong anyway."
"You both were in a way," Roman said, trying to take the ball away from him, but Abel moved to the right and threw the ball. He made the shot. "Nice, nice." He commented, putting his hand on his knees.
Abel laughed. "Don't tell me you're tired already, gramps, we're just getting started."
Roman caught his breath, sitting up straight. "Don't play yourself, I was just stretching." He walked over, trying to block Abel from making another shot, failing in the process.
From a distance, Lynn stood against the door, watching the two interact. Her lips pulled into a smile, remembering the old days. They were so happy back then. "Roman, we're gonna be late." She said, softly catching their attention.
Roman looked from Lynn to Abel. "That's my que," he said, dusting off his hands and getting his jacket. "To be continued."
Abel smirked. "Cool, maybe then you can play for real and not just let me beat you." He said and Roman frowned. "I'm a teenager, not a kid. I can tell when people are faking."
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