Sabrina-

Kyrie and I have been talking almost nonstop since the week after the finals. It's crazy in the most beautiful way. He hasn't asked me out again since our first date, and obviously being a typical girl I'm not sure what to think about that, but we talk constantly. I'll find myself sending him messages of memes I found.. or food... and he'll send me the photos of weights and treadmills. Can you tell we are very different people?

It's July 18th, about a month since the Finals, and work has died down... for me at least. Kyrie is still working on his recovery, day in and day out. But anyway, Cleveland is in recovery mode, itching for their revenge, and I am miles ahead on the work I do have. So as a little surprise, I decided to fly out to Cleveland, which brings us to right now.

Right now, I'm in the back of my airport taxi, as they drive down row after row looking for my rental car. I glance down anxiously at my watch, I timed everything perfectly. I know exactly what time Kyrie is at his favorite gym and for exactly how long. If I don't get this rental car soon...

"Here, ma'am. Row J slot 557, this is your car?" The driver looks back at me impatiently. You and me both, Matt, you and me both.

"Yes, thank you!" I lurch out of the car, grabbing my backpack and nearly throwing money into his hand. Within minutes, I'm driving down the highway.

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A smile tugs at my lips as I creep closer to the room, the floor lined with mats and scattered towels. Sure, the cavaliers have their own private training facility, but Kyrie often likes attending the local ones. He said something about the smell and the atmosphere always brings him back to where this dream started. I peek around the corner, and see Kyrie facing away from me in a push-up position. Guess who timed this perfectly? Me! He's almost finished with his cool down, but I move closer than lean up against the wall, propping myself up with a foot.

He twists his head to look up, sweat beading down his forehead, muscles taunt from exertion. Then his face freezes in shock.

"Don't let me stop your workout," I say, trying to hide the laugh that crawls up my throat. A smile crawls through his face and he pushes himself into a standing position.

"You," he said, catching his breath as he stands up. "Did not tell me you were coming."

"That was kind of the point," I smile bigger as he walks over to me and pulls into a hug. The smell of his sweat threatens to choke me, but I hold my breath, too happy to have him in my arms.

"When do you have to go back?"

"Geez! Trying to get rid of me already, huh?" I tease, untangling myself from his arms. "In two days, so Monday night."

"And what exactly are you planning to do for those two days?"

"Uhm, I was hoping to... I don't know, maybe hang out with LeBron or Tristan."

"Lies. Girl, you know you came here because you missed this," He frames his face with his hand, striking what I assume to be an 'attractive' pose.

Kyrie-

Well. That was a surprise. Not that I'm complaining, absolutely not. I just didn't expect to see Sabrina standing against the wall of my athletic center.

I had a split second of panic wondering what we would do together, but I ended up inviting her to my place to hang out for a while.

"Holy.." She exclaims when I drive through the gate. "You, you live here?"

"Yes," I say, a faint blush settling on my cheeks. "I know it seems like a lot, but it 's great for parties and such."

"Does it ever get lonely? Living in such a big house all by yourself?"

"Not really, it helps me stay centered. Besides, my family comes over a lot. Like... A lot, a lot."

I lead her into the house and tell her to just throw her stuff on the floor. She wanders into my living room and I sprint upstairs to change from my workout clothes.

"Kyrie?" She says when I come down. I can hear her smirk before I see it. "You own every season of Pretty Little Liars?"

"Who doesn't? It's a classic!" I settle on the couch and she walks over, sitting down several feet away.

"Lots of people," she states, in a matter of fact voice. "And definitely not on disc. Have you heard of Netflix?"

"Physical copies for when Netflix removes it, duh! I'd have GossipGirl too, except for than I'd lose all my street cred. I'm all about Friends, though. Probably the greatest T.V. show in the history of television."

"The greatest?"

"The greatest."

"Then how mad would you be if I told you I've never seen it?"

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"No, actually. I'm not kidding! I swear it!" Sabrina looks at me with pure, unfiltered defiance.

"Girl, c'mon!"

"It's true! Promise me?"

"I am absolutely, one hundred percent, not taking up a singing career when I'm done with basketball."

"Why not, though! You'd be wonderful." Her eyes widen as she struggles to hide her laughter. "Especially if you get the grey beard and beer belly like Uncle Drew. I'll bet you venues would practically fall on their knees begging you to perform on their stage."

We sit on my couch, her head leaning against my chest, as we devour a pepperoni pizza. It was all perfectly fine until I stupidly brought up singing. I had forgotten what a... fan... she was of my voice. I look down at her.

"You got pizza sauce on your chin." I say, glaring my eyes in mock sass.

"Distraction method," she declares, a faint blush settling on her cheeks as she wipes at her chin. She pulls her hand away and looks at it in confusion. Then, realization dawns on her. "Kyrie! You liar!" She swats at my arm angrily.

We sit in silence for a minute or two before I toss my crust into the cardboard box. Snatching her wrists in my hand, I hold onto her tightly.

"Thank you," I whisper. "For coming. It means a lot." I lean my head closer and gently press my lips to hers, holding it there. When she doesn't pull away, I wrap my free hand in her hair and take a hungry breath before kissing her again. I'm faintly aware of the pressure of her hand on my shoulder and on my ear, but those are the only two things that register in my mind. This couch, pepperoni pizza, the T.V screen paused on the fourth episode of Friends, all of it fades away. The lights in the room, my dog barking in the background... everything is dulling away.

And for this first time in a month, my mind isn't thinking about my knee.

A/N

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