Michael Porter Jr 💙✨

One

okay so I'm not too sure what this book is going to consist of but bare with me. this chapter book stuff is mad different for me. also, one of my biggest books got taken down so i will be starting a new one; but it's going to be a smut about more tiktokers. lmk which tiktokers you want and i'll mention you!

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Backstory:
You're going to be this crazy good baller and that's how you'll meet Michael Porter Jr. You're a small forward/shooting guard. Also, your nickname is Ice and his is MPJ or M. (i don't wanna give too much info)
You: age 18 & 6'1
Parents: age late 40s & 6'3 ish
Brandon (brother): age 25 & 6'6
Alex (brother): age 21 & 6'9
MPJ: age 22 & 6'10
Vane (bff): age 18 & 5'11

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"Ice, wait up!" calls someone from behind you. You turn around and see your best friend, Vane [vah-neh].
"What up?" you say stopping. She catches up to you.
"Let's go shoot some hoops at 8? The gym be open at that time and no one is usually there," she says. You nod.
"Yeah for sure. I'll see you then," you say walking away in a rush.

You lived about 2 miles from your school and today you decided to jog there. You strap your backpack on tighter and begin running. You make it home in about 10 minutes.
As you walk into your house, your mom greets you with food. You put your backpack down by the door and sit next to your brothers. Your oldest brother, Brandon, taps you on the arm. You look at him.
"Yo, you hear that the nuggets are in town?" asks Brandon. You shake your head no.
"Nah, I didn't know that," you say.
"Yeah, I mean not all the nuggets but Michael Porter Jr posted a picture of Jamal, Jokic, BolBol, and himself; and the location stamp was here," says Brandon. Your other brother, the second oldest, Alex, couldn't help but interrupt.
"Bro, you stink," he says scrunching up his nose. You glare at him.
"Dawg, it's literally you," you say laughing and tapping Brandon's arm. The whole table breaks into laughter.
"Bro, how? You literally ran 2 miles," he says.
"Nah, dude it's seriously you," says Brandon. You laugh.

You finish dinner and head upstairs to your room with your backpack. You have about an hour until you have to meet Vane. You take your clothes off and put it in your laundry basket. You put on a fresh pair of under the knee athletic tights, fresh basketball shorts over them, a fresh sports bra and shirt, and a fresh pair of socks on. You grab your basketball shoes from your bag and then you realize that your laundry basket is pretty full. You grab it and take it into the laundry room.
"Oh no, I got it honey," says your mom as she walks into the laundry room. You smile at her.
"Thanks, momma," you say as you walk back into your room to put your shoes on.
As you lace the last shoe on, Alex barges into your room.
"Where are you going?" he asks as he flexes in the mirror. He appears to have changed his outfit and possibly put on some deodorant.
"I am gonna go shoot some hoops with Vane, why?" you say. He flexes his abs in the mirror.
"Can I come?" he asks. You make weird eyes at him.
"Umm, why?" you ask confused.
"Cus I'm bored," he says.
"I don't know, let me ask Vane," you say. He smiles at you through the mirror and continues to flex. You take your phone out and text her.

Ice❄️💙: hey Alex wants to come along
Vane🤞💙: lol what why
Ice❄️💙: dawg idk he's weird
Vane🤞💙: I mean I guess but tell him to bring someone else

"She said yeah but to invite someone," you say. He smiles and runs to his room.

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You drive to the gym.

"Who'd you invite anyway?" you ask as you get your bag from the back seat.
"Drew," he says.
"Vane's brother?" you ask confused. He nods.

"Why'd you invite Drew?" asks Vane whining as her brother follows behind her.
"DREW DOGGGGG!" calls out Alex behind you. They dap each other up.
While they do their thing, you and Vane get to business. 

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Vane and you are going at each other really hard and personal. Vane stands in front of you while you dribble slowly. You fake go to your right but switch over to your left and cross back to the right. Vane stumbles a little and you shoot right in her face. Swoosh.

"Hey, let's 2v2," says Drew. You both turn to him, really sweaty.
"Uhh, okay? You sure about that?" you ask in your cockiest tone.
"Yes, you're gonna get chomped," he says as him and Alex walk towards you.
"Ladies first," he says tossing you the ball. You smirk and pass it to Vane, who's a point guard.

You Vane run a few plays that you guys learned together and you score 4 points on them.
Vane passes you the ball and you dribble left to right and back to left. You pull up next to the basket and try laying it in but Alex stuffs you really hard. You fall to the ground trying to make the basket. You land flat on your back and the wind is knocked out of you for a second. Alex reaches down and pulls you up.
"Aight, our ball," says Drew.
Drew does a few dribbling tricks on Vane and gets the ball by her to Alex. Alex looks down at you. He dribbles it slowly. You know that if you let him take it to the basket there is nothing you could do stop him because he was so much taller than you. You play it smart. You go hard on defense slowly pushing him out of the key. You finally get him in an area you know he's not too good and you manage to steal the ball. You toss it back to Vane and she sets up a nice play for you. She throws the ball back and you face Alex now. You know that you can out speed him easily so you take the ball out to the 3 point line. Alex stands right in front of you with his hands up. You dribble a little to confuse him and you zoom right by his right side, which is your left. You run towards the basket and fake a left hand layup and finish off on the right side of the basket while you are under it. As the ball floats in the air you feel a hard smack on your shoulder. The ball falls in the basket as you fall to the ground.
"Bro, how did that go in?" asks Alex in frustration.
"Wait, was that game point?" asks Drew. You lay on your back with your arms above your head. Suddenly you hear whispers coming from the corner of the gym. You shoot up and see Michael Porter Jr and Bol Bol talking among each other in awe of you. Michael shyly smiles at you as he walks your way. Drew, Vane, and Alex all gasp as they just stare at him.
"Need a hand?" asks Michael as he holds his hand out for you. You sit there frozen for half a second before reaching up and taking his hand. He swiftly pulls you up. You stand right in front of him gazing at his eyes.
"I'm Michael; Michael Porter Jr," he says as he hold his hand out for you to shake. You stare at him.
"Yeah, I know... Denver Nuggets. Oh- I, sorry. I'm Y/n but I go by Ice," you stutter as you take his hand and shake it. He smiles at you.
"Yeah, I've heard about you," he says. You become a bit nervous.
"Really?" you ask sounding a bit pathetic.
"Yes," he says gazing into your eyes.