DISCLAIMER: Don't own a thing!!!!!
(A/N): Well, this was not really a fanfic and there was no Connect 3 or Camp Rock in this story. It was a dream... I dreamed about this more than a month ago. I just thought that I wanted to share it. (Though I edited some parts of it.) Hope you like it. If you don't, blame my dream, not me... =P
THE PICTURE
Finally, my brother's dream would come true. Just one more tournament and he would be an international tennis player. I was really happy for him.
Well, I was staring at him right now. He was preparing for a press con for the game. The tournament was not like a typical tournament that one game would happen for about an hour or two. This tournament would take place for three days and there would be three games but with only one opponent. The one to win at least two games would surely be qualified to an international tournament.
The press people started to arrive and the players were almost complete except for my brother's opponent. The organizer of the tournament said that my brother's opponent was someone special and great
(Well, they really should give my brother the best player that they have because my brother was better then the best) but they didn't mention his name (it's a surprise, they said).
The press conference would start any minute now but still, my brother's opponent was still not here. I kept staring on my watch.
Tick tock... tick tock... tick tock... One minute... Five... Ten... Fifteen minutes... What was taking them so long to start?
"Sorry for waiting. Our special participant just arrived and now, we can start," Mr. Brown, the organizer said.
Who was he by the way? How special was he that the press con couldn't start without him?
As if to answer my question, a boy, about a year older than me, passed by my side (by the way, I was in the main door of the hall so I could see everyone entering and exiting). Well, I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a cap and "bee" sunglasses (it's the one with big big lenses). I followed him with my eyes until he sat on the chair beside my brother (so, he was my brother's opponent). The moment he took his sit was the moment I saw his face (he finally removed his cap and the "bee" glasses). Seeing his face surprised me.
Shane Gray. An international tennis player, never been defeated and the champion of the most prominent tennis tournament in the western part of the world and he was about to be my brother's opponent. Wow! Aside from being a good player, he was also known for the products he endorsed. He was a model too (and he was super cute!).
The press con finally started. Well, like what I thought when I saw him, all the press' questions were for him leaving the others as background, and that includes my brother.
"Why did you join this tournament? You're already a star in this field and you don't need to be n this tournament," one reporter asked.
"Well, first, I'm not considering my self a star. I joined this tournament because my uncle, the organizer of this tournament, asked me this favor. Since the next international tournament that I'll join is five months from now, I think I can use this as a practice," he said.
So? What did that supposed to mean? That my brother was just some kind of practicing material? Maybe he was a star and good looking but I don't like his attitude.
Well, in my surprise, the press people noticed my brother and started asking him questions.
"So, Mr. Jason Davis, how do you feel that you'll gonna play with a star like Mr. Shane Gray? Does it make you nervous?" a young male reporter asked.
"Nervous? I always get nervous during my games but I don't let it take over me. I feel honored and excited that I'll play with him. Actually, Mr. Brown didn't tell me who my opponent will be. I just knew it the moment he sat in that chair. I just hope Mr. Gray won't be kind to me and be great like he always was in his international games," my brother said perfectly.
"I never been kind in any of my opponents," Shane said with a little laugh.
"Do you think this will be a hard game for you Mr. Gray?" a reporter said.
"There was never an easy game for me. I make an effort in every game and I treat this tournament like all the games in my life," he said almost serious but still smiling (well, he had deep nice eyes when he smiled).
"So, what can we expect in this tournament?" another reporter asked.
"Well, everyone in this tournament will do their best and it will surely be exciting. And the most exciting event? We'll discover new players to represent our country abroad. Isn't that right Miss in black?" he said staring in my direction.
I looked around me to search for that "Miss in black" but didn't saw anyone wearing black. Oops… I was wearing black. But there's no way he would notice me. I thought he was just mistaken but everyone in the room was staring at me. I looked at my brother, who was already staring at me with questioning eyes. I looked at him as if to send him an I-don't-know-what-was-happening message.
That awkward moment didn't last long. Thanks to Mr. Brown when he said that the press conference was over. Press people scattered, some leaving and some arranging their things. I searched for my brother and saw him talking to Shane. I sat on the nearest chair I saw and let those two talks. I just looked at them while they were talking.
After about forever, they were finally done. I was ready to leave but my brother went to Mr. Brown to talk about the tournament stuff so I sat again. I was staring at the floor when all of a sudden, there were feet before me. When I looked at the face of the owner of the feet, it was Mr. Attitude aka Shane.
"Hi," he said with a smile.
"You talking to me?" I said an eyebrow rose.
"Who else do you think?" he answered still smiling.
"What do you want?" I asked him with a don't-talk-to-me tone.
"I was talking to you," he said looking at me straight to the eyes.
"I know. Isn't it obvious?" I said. When would this guy get my message that I didn't want to talk to him?
"No. I was referring to you when I said Miss in black," he said as if telling a funny joke.
"What do you want?" I asked him again.
"Can we have some pictures?" he said more commanding than asking.
"What?" Ok. Didn't he know that that "Miss in black" event wasn't so nice and now, he wanted to have a picture?
"With your brother too. Jason is your brother, right?" he said.
"How and when did you know anything about us?" I asked suspiciously. Was he spying on us?
"I saw you at the entrance door. You caught my eyes. When I called you "Miss in black" I saw that you looked at Jason. I asked him about you right after the conference. I thought you're his girlfriend," he said laughing at his last sentence.
I couldn't believe him. This guy was so crazy. Didn't he know that my brother was his opponent?
He went away from me and by the time he went back, he was with my brother.
"Can we take the picture now?" he said, the smile couldn't be erased from his face.
He called one of the remaining presses to take the picture. He grabbed me by the hand, Mr. Attitude was on my right and my brother was on my left.
(A/N): I know it's not one of the best stories. But please R&R....
