Basketball Love
Jasper's POV
Today is going to be a very long day to say the least. I have to work from nine to five, when normally I'm able to make my own hours, and you could say partnering up with my two older brothers in running the top sports magazine has its advantages, but today was a very different day. Everything that could go wrong went wrong and on top of that my, five years old son Ethan has a basketball game at five o'clock which clearly I'm now going to be late for, and I have never been late or missed a game since he started. "Jasper just relax man, I promise we're going to make Ethan game, maybe not at five, but no later than five-twenty tops." My brother Edward said trying to get me to chill out, but it wasn't working.
"Edward, you don't understand, I have never been late, and Ethan is going to get upset, and start thinking that I'm not coming to his game, and then he'll feel abandoned, but I will never let my son feel neglected or unloved ever again by anyone including myself." I said slightly snapping at my brother. I did feel bad afterward considering he was only trying to help me, but right now, my emotions were all over the place.
"Look Jas man, I'm sorry okay, I was just trying to help you, you know I understand your story, and I truly love you and Ethan. "You know what? it's almost four-thirty, let's go get Emmett and get up out of here, whatever we didn't finish today we'll finish tomorrow, let's go watch the Little Warriors kick those Giants asses." Edward said excitedly.
"Edward, I laughed. Their between the ages of five and eight you shouldn't say asses." I replied back to him.
"Okay than kick their little butts, is that better? Edward asked.
"Yes I guess so." I answer back.
Alice POV
"Alice is you even listening to a word I'm saying? I heard my manager yell at me.
"What? Was my brilliant reply back? "Alice you have to get focus, and get your head out of the clouds.
"I am focus." I whined back.
"Alice you're a twenty-five years old pro female basketball player." You have millions of fans and millions of dollars so life couldn't be that bad. Could it?
Maria my manager asked a great question, could life be that bad? I wasn't exactly sure how to answer that question. I mean don't get me wrong, I love my fans they're the best, and the money isn't bad either, but lately I've been feeling like there's something missing from my life, that basketball can no longer fill. The only problem I'm having is that I'm not sure what's missing.
"Alice here we go again, get your head in the game, and now." Maria again yelled at me, while walking away from me. Could this week get any worse? Yesterday my team and I lost our third games in a row, and today my manger keeps snapping on me, and to make things worst it's that time of the month and these cramps are killing me right now. Could life be better? Well today it could be.
Guess the meeting is over I assumed to myself. Now I can just go home and relax kick my feet up and watch a movie, I haven't done that in a while. I might even grab some ice cream on my way home.
Walking into my New York pent house apartment I left my shoes at the door, tossed my duffle bag in the laundry room, and continued my journey to the kitchen. I place my cookies n' cream ice with all my topping onto the table, getting excited about my ice cream I quickly took a spoon and started to eat my ice cream, because there was no need for a bowl I had no one to share it with.
Entering my living room, I put my snack down on the table turned on my 60 inches flat screen tv, and popped in one of my favorite movies called What Happens in Vegas. Cameron Diaz, and Ashton Kutcher are hilarious together those I don't think I could ever get so drunk that I marry a complete stranger.