His For A Year: The Basketball Lord's

Chapter Twenty Five

♠ Kim Stans ♠

“How do you feel now?” Oliver asked for probably the billionth time since I got home.

With my reply being the same, “better,”

“You must've been terrified,” Layla shook her head like she was imagining herself in my position.

Oliver headed to the kitchen, appearing with a bowl of fruits which she dropped on the table in front of me.

“You didn't eat well,” she sounded like the elder of us both, “and probably lost a lot of energy while in the water so you need to gain that energy again, alright?”

Since Austin dropped me home and I'd walked through the door, the both of them had been over taking care of me.

Oliver had ensured I took a long bubble bath before talking me into dressing in a comfortable and ugly looking gown, then led me to the parlor, forcing me to just lay on the sofa.

While Layla made delicious cookies, ordered about a house filled with fruits (mostly bananas and apples) and went grocery shopping for me, before getting the medicines I was told to take.

Oliver had given me a nice head massage while Layla told me stories to calm me down.

And now I was in the parlor, forced to watch a movie while eating fruits (though I already finished a lot about two hours ago).

“Trust me guys, I'm alright,” I tried assuring, hoping it'd convince them to stop their overreacting.

“You're just saying that because you weren't there to know how traumatizing it was to see one's sister drowning,” Oliver placed a hand on her hips, staring at me with a furrowed forehead.

“Uh, I think you're forgetting who was in the pool,” I pointed out, watching her expression change to ‘oh’, “and if I say I'm alright, then believe me.”

“Still, I'm sure you're trying to convince me so I'd stop worrying, when truly, you're not okay,” she scoffed.

I was about replying when her ringtone filled the room, which she reached from the pocket of her pants, answering the call.

“Hey dad,” she placed the phone on speaker.

“How’s it going single ladies!” He sounded merry, obviously enjoying himself wherever he was.

“How's it going at your party?” Oliver's tone was contrary to his, which would obviously leave him in suspicion.

“What's up? Something happened?” There was concern in that merry tone of his.

She turned to me, obviously to ask if to tell dad, but I shook my head.

No use worrying him with something that obviously isn't important.

“Nah, just chillin at home,” she took a seat on the arm of the chair Layla was on, “are you getting back to your house today? Or you still gonna stay with your friends till Christmas?”

“I'm coming back home on the twentieth,” there was no doubting how excited he was about meeting with his friends and all.

“Well, enjoy.”

“Yeah, I certainly will,” there was some noise in the background which was followed by him screaming, “no! I'm not staying with Darren’s team!”

“We'll leave you then,” she said, obviously noting that he was about to have fun (probably play a game or something).

“Yeah, sure sweethearts. Bye!” Then he hung up.

It was followed by an uncomfortable silence from our ends, obviously still thinking about the drowning scene.

“Guys, I'm heading to Austin's place tomorrow,” I broke it, causing all gazes to be directed to me.

“What? Why?” Layla drew her brows together. “You literally just survived a traumatic experience and instead of you staying at home to rest for about a month, you wanna go to his house. Why?”

“Yeah, what do you want to do there?” Oliver folded her arms across her chest.

“We're going to play basketball together,” I didn't understand why they were overreacting about it all.

“What?” It was evident from her tone that she hadn't expected to hear that.

“Why would he want to play with you?” Layla's tone matched hers, which I found totally explainable.

“Because he's going to teach me about the sport that way,” I laid my head back, feeling better.

“You're not going to be playing any game in your condition,” she was starting to sound like Oliver at acting like the elder.

“Trust me, I'm fine.” I tried convincing, which didn't seem to be working.

“As much as I love Austin and would like it if you two could get together,” Oliver started, “I love your health more and would advise you to postpone your meeting till when you're all better so you can play then.”

“But I'm very alright,”

“Can't you just wait till next Monday or something?” Concern laid evident in her tone that I had to understand she was only doing this because of the incident.

It was obviously still leaving her shaky, and to put her mind at ease, I had to rest for a few days.

“Alright, if you say so.”

A smile spread across her features, “thanks, now you need all the rest and bla bla bla.”

With that, they continued their extreme care towards me, while I just stayed there, wondering when it'd all be over with (because it was certain that'd happen).