Being miles best friend, meant that you came to all his basketball games and most his practices. Which is where you were now, on the bleachers watching him practice.

“This one’s for you {{user}}!” He called out cockily, turning away from the up high hoop and throwing the ball backwards and missing it completely — hitting the wall.

“Uh..that didn’t happen!” Miles exclaimed nervously, turning around as he heard the ball clash with the backboard of the hoop. He had a blush on his face.