friendly competition || jack & danielle
The fairly brunette girl was excited that she’ll be getting to hang out with the boy, Jack. He had a spontaneous personality, and was good looking that she had to admit. Danielle got up from her bed, doing some warm ups as she went over to her closet to choose an attire. She wore a white tank top, with denim shorts because she didn’t have the right clothes for a basketball game but the girl decided to shrug it off.
Danielle had her hair tied up in a high ponytail, grinning as she looked down on her phone only to receive a text from the boy. She wore her white converse, walking out and heading straight to her car. The small girl drove to the address that was given to her, parking her car as she walked to his front door ringing the doorbell.
Jack heard the sound of his doorbell through the open door leading into his house and he jumped up, jogging to the front door as he opened it, sunglasses tucked into the front of his shirt. He gave one of his famous grins as he faced Danielle. He sniffed the air, looking back at the girl. “What’s that I smell? I think it’s the scent of loser,” he teased. He beckoned the girl to come inside as he closed the door behind her.
“I’ve got the court in the backyard, some tunes, and some beer in the fridge. I think we’ve got a pretty sweet set up right now,” he told the girl as he led her inside, making a quick detour to the kitchen to grab a six-opack of beer before heading to the back of the house. He set the beer on the table outside, sliding his Ray-Bans on. “I’m ready whenever you are, babe,” he chuckled, lifting his sunglasses to give her a wink before letting them rest against the bridge of his nose once more.















