A Weekend Free... Not.

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~~~(POV: Ulysses Kennedy)~~~

~~~(Date: October 9th, 2025)~~~

~~~(Time: 5:30 AM)~~~

~~~(Location: Home)~~~

I lean up from my bed as my alarm goes off. Today is Saturday, and that means I got to train at the park. Yesterday's scrimmage game was fun. I scored another perfect game. I've done it a few times in the past, but it was never this easy.

They fouled me a lot in the third and fourth quarters. Well, enough talking about the game. It's over, and I should go ahead and have some fun today after I train, of course. I get up from my bed and get dressed. I'm not going to bother taking a shower before I leave, and I showered last night.

I quietly make my way down the stairs and make sure I don't wake Ellie up. I leave with my basketball, and I immediately start dribbling. The park isn't that far from my house, but it's a cold morning, so it's going to take longer than it normally would.

I look as the occasional car drives past. Only the loggers and out-of-town workers get up this early. As I'm walking, I hear a horn behind me. I stop, and a Lambo SVJ pulls up. It's a nice car, but it's not my first time seeing a Lambo. An African-American man steps out of the car and fixes his nice suit.

He smiles as he walks up to me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ulysses. My name is James Monroe, and I'm here regarding the position of being your agent." He sticks his hand out, and I shake it out of respect for his gusto.

While I'm not 18 yet, I'll need an agent when the time comes for the NBA draft. "That's assuming that you don't have an agent yet?" I chuckle and shake my head. He's a 20 something confident guy, and I've never heard his name in the agent business. That either means he's new, bad at his job, or is a con man looking to get close to me.

He smiles and shows his pearly whites. "Then why don't we meet up later today? After your training, of course." I don't see why I shouldn't entertain a conversation with Mr. Monroe in the end. The decision to hire him is mine.

I'll have to background check him, but so far, I'm impressed. I nod my head, and he takes a card out of his suit pocket. "When you're ready to talk, give me a call, and we'll meet up." He doesn't waste any more of my time and get's back inside his Lambo. I'll be owning cars like that in a few years.

I focus on what I was doing before getting interrupted and start making my way towards the park. After a cold long walk of dribbling, I make it to the park. I see even more tinted cars and SUV's in the parking lot. Every team in the NBA is sending scouts to see if they should tank or not.

As I walk onto the court, I see a familiar car in the parking lot. The door to it opens, and Hannah comes out. She's wearing one of the hoodies I gave her. It's giant on her. I can't help smiling when I see her. She waves to me as she jogs across the street to get to me.

Once she's in front of me, she immediately goes for a hug, and I reciprocate. Lifting her up and bringing her to eye level. She wraps her legs around my torso and her arms around my neck. Cuddling her head against mine. "I'm so glad I get to see you today... I wasn't sure you wanted to see me yet..." I'm referring to me seeing her lose yesterday, but all she does is stay quiet and hug me. "I'm glad you're here. I'm so glad you're here..." I squeeze her a little tighter and stop. I let her down, and she looks up at me. Her nose is getting red from the cold.

She stays quiet for a second, but she steels herself with a breath. "I'm so embarrassed after yesterday... I don't ever want to lose in front of you. Be it a competition for gymnastics, or in a fight with another girl..." Her voice starts to get a little shakier, and I can tell it's hard on her.

I lean down fast and capture her in a kiss. She is rigid for a second but melts into it as she wraps her arms around my neck. I lean up and lift her off the ground with her still kissing me. She proceeds to wrap her legs around me again and kissing me none stop. I need to stop this quick. We have an audience.