𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. "Nelson! Avery!" He walked into the dining room, the couple being on their laptops. "There they are."
Nelson closed his laptop, "Alright y'all, so we have a serious video today," He looked over to his girlfriend who stared at him. "Oh shit. sorry, baby. We're gonna head upstairs because Avery needs to study for an upcoming test." Nelson kissed her forehead.
He and Ray walked towards the staircase. Nelson stopped and turned around, "Alright so we have a very serious video today. I'm leaving RWE.. I just don't like how Cam treats me over there. But I would like to say.." He unzipped his jacket, revealing his JL3 jersey.
"I'm going back to JL3, but I'm not going alone. I heard some roomers that one of my RWE teammates is a free agent right now.. if y'all haven't heard, Lavar moved into my house. So we're gonna get him on the fucking team."
"So I believe he's somewhere up here." Nelson continued to walk up the steps.
"Lavar!" He quickly turned around to the camera. "I forgot Avery's studying."
Lavar walked towards him. "I need to talk to you like seriously. Go to that room." Nelson pointed to the guest bedroom.
The two sat on the couch. "Okay, so I have some bad news.. I'm leaving RWE." Nelson showed Lavar his jersey. "I'm going back to JL3!" "Hold on, hold on. So you're leaving me?" Lavar asked. "Yes but, I heard you're a free agent right now, correct?" Nelson asked.
"Correct."
"So, how about you come with me to play for JL3." Nelson suggested. "Bro yes! I've been wasting my time not getting minutes and shit," Lavar tried to snatch Nelson's jersey. "Give me that shit!"
"Shh, Avery's studying downstairs." Nelson said.
"Fuck Avery!" Lavar quickly slipped on the jersey as Nelson glanced to the camera. "Say less." "What the fuck!" Lavar turned to him. "It looks good on you. So it's just fuck RWE?" Nelson asked. "Fuck Rwe! fuck Cam! fucking worst coach in the nation." Lavar said.
"So Lavar.. this was a fucking test!" Nelson laughed.
"I don't give a fuck. Thank you for giving me your spot!" Lavar said. "You- you can have it, keep the fucking jersey too!" Nelson said. "Thank you, I've been looking for a team, and so I was thinking JL3 might be the next big thing for me!" Lavar said.
The next day. Nelson is standing in the foyer, "Guys, I woke up this morning and heard somebody dribbling outside. So let's go check it out."
Nelson spotted Lavar shoot threes on the basketball court.
"It's fucking Lavar! Yo, what the fuck are you doing out here?" "I'm out here training for JL3, bro!" He dribbled the ball. "So Lavar starts training when he's leaving RWE, but when he was on RWE, the bitch gave no fucks!" Nelson laughed.
Avery walked out the front door. "Hey, beautiful." Nelson kissed her. "Hi, baby," She smiled, then looking to Lavar who had a basketball in his hand. "Wait Lavar, you were the one that was out here since like seven in the morning?"
"Yes! I'm practicing for JL3 now that your boyfriend gave me his spot!"
"Wait so Lavar, how old are you again?" Nelson asked. "I'm thirteen, the best fucking thirteen year old in the nation. But anyways, have fun at RWE! fucking piece of shit." Lavar shot from half court. It didn't go in.
"Who's the fucking piece of shit now bitch." Nelson laughed with Avery.
"But yeah, I'm actually gonna score and not pass the ball!" Lavar said. "Lavar, do you wanna tell your coach what's happening?" Nelson showed his phone, Cam being on FaceTime. "I'm playing for JL3 now!" Lavar shouted. "I'm still playing with RWE. Lavar left us though," Nelson said.
"Like he's actually training outside, no bull shit."
"Well guess what Lavar.. fuck you!" Cam shouted. "No. Fuck you, and your fucking team!" Lavar shouted back.
"He hung up." Nelson looked up from his phone. They all laughed.