I own a naughty imagination...Steph owns what I wish I owned.

PROLOGUE

The first time he saw CJ Swan, the kid sunk an incredible shot from half court. He watched him plant his feet, take aim for the basket, and arc the ball gracefully through the air towards the net. No way, he thought. No way is the kid going to sink that one. To his surprise, the ball whooshed through the net silently, and the boy gave a victory pump in the air before going to retrieve his ball and start all over again. Edward continued to watch him from the doorway of the gymnasium, impressed with the tenacity of this boy who could not be more than twelve or thirteen years old. Over and over the kid took one shot after another alone in the gym with nobody to retrieve the ball for him. He shot from center court and from the key. He ran lay-ups and took foul shots, and he shot from under the basket. The kid is good, really good. Too bad that he didn't have time to change into his gym clothes and go around with this kid for a while. How long had it been since he'd played a good game of basketball? This kid would probably wipethe court floor with me, Edward laughed to himself as he headed upstairs to the company offices.

AUTHOR NOTES

Okay, so I have finally managed to figure out how to post, LOL. Most of this stuff goes right over my head, so even figuring out how to save what I wrote was a major accomplishment. Maybe someday I'll get to the point where I have my own blog and join twitter world, but for now...this is it.

I wrote this story about four years ago...my grandson was the inspiration for CJ, so he's a special guy to me, and this story is pretty near and dear to my heart. Everything I manage to get out of my head and onto "paper" is...but this one is a little more sentimental to me. I have five more completed stories in my saved files ready to go, so if y'all are interested and enjoying, it will encourage me to keep posting and sharing. Please give feedback but be gentle with any reviews...I have my big girl panties on and can accept constructive criticism...but attacking me (or any author that puts their stuff out there) just isn't cool.

Apologies in advance for any non-factual information. I tried my hardest to research subject matter and for the most part I think I'm accurate, but some things probably got by me.

The plot will move along fairly quickly as I'm more of an instant gratification kind of girl than I am of waiting..and waiting...and waiting for the good stuff. And by good stuff I mean lemon flavored awesomeness.

Finally, in my first author notes dissertation (I know, I know...hurry up and finish, naughty) I'm going to ask you to suspend disbelief here and there...or with all my stories. I figure if we could all accept and believe that a teenage girl could find and fall in love with a 107 year old virgin dude that sparkles, we should be able to handle the possibility of my scenarios being real.

Thanks for reading...let's get back to Heroes...