THE JUMPOFF , camden

[dimitri]

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AND I'M ABOUT TO TAKE IT TO ANOTHER LEVEL BITCH

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Meech stepped off the subway and headed up to the main street. He’d promised his good friend Camden a little game of one-on-one, and he figured that so long as he was in the Midwest he may as well make a trip to the East Coast. There was no telling when would be the next time Camden would be in LA, and Meech didn’t want the man getting amnesia in case he decided to punk out of their agreement, though he doubted that would happen. Cam was in no way a shitty player; he had game and he had skill, and his ambition didn’t let him back down from a challenge. Besides backing out would only make him look like a punk and Dimitri knew there was no way Camden would let himself settle for that. With a backpack slung over his shoulder, Dimitri made his way through the streets of New York towards the basketball courts in Central Park. Even though he was a professional athlete who played for the NBA, most people wouldn’t recognize him unless he walked around in his Bulls uniform. That was the nice thing about being an athlete. Typically only real sports fanatics knew enough about you to make a big deal. Even if you had a household name that got tossed around frequently, like Tim Tebow or Reggie Bush for instance, most people only knew of you but wouldn’t be able to tell you apart unless you were on the television.

On top of that, New York residents were so used to having big stars in their presence that it didn’t even faze them anymore. The most he might get from a fan who recognized him was a smile or a wave with a “Hi Meech!” Now that, he didn’t have a problem with. When Dimitri crossed through the park and made his way towards the courts he saw Camden waiting for him. Dimitri approached the man, clasped his hand in his own, and gave him a firm pat on the back with his free hand. “Ready to get your ass whooped?” he questioned as he pulled away. He usually wasn’t one for shit talk, but he couldn’t turn down an opportunity to poke fun at Camden. Maybe it didn’t show as easily with Dimitri and his stony expressions, but it always tickled his funny bone.

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[jere]

ball so hard, motherfuckers wanna fine me, that shit cray

New York had become his home away from home, connecting better with it than he ever did with California. Los Angeles just wasn't his style, and if it wasn't for his job, he'd never even go. He was always getting lost, and turned around, not to mention, he wasn't a big fan of the beach. But neither of them came close to Atlanta, his childhood home. Sure, he moved around a couple times due to his father's career within the military, but, his mother made sure to make it back to Atlanta. It was where his music career had started, where most of his family was, and most importantly, where his mom lived.

Camden was very much a 'mommas boy', he would be the first to admit it. As a child, he was always closer to his mother, his father always away playing hero in the United States Army. He didn't blame his father, knowing he was serving his country. Eventually he followed in his steps, enlisting in the Army and serving for three years. But, he wanted a different life, choosing not to reenlist once his contract was finished. Instead, he followed his dreams, enrolling in a film school there in Atlanta. While going to school, he started recording at a friend's in-house makeshift studio. Eventually he was signed by a record label, and the rest was history. He somehow ended up in New York, finishing film school there, deciding to go on hiatus with his music. He knew he'd rather direct films than record music. Besides, it made his mother happier when he wasn't singing about sex.

He should have been getting ready for his flight to LA, but instead, Cam was in Central Park waiting for a friendly game of one on one with NBA star Dimitri Evans. The two had been good friends for a while, Camden had always been a Bulls fan. It started when he was little, with frequent trips to Chicago, his mother's childhood home. When he was little, he used to say that one day he would play for the Bulls, but he settled for being friends with one. His over confidence had gotten him in this situation, standing in a pair of black basketball shorts with his shirt already off and tossed to the side. He knew he couldn't beat Meech in a game of basketball, but, he couldn't admit that aloud. Instead, he would now look like a fool in front of Central Park, but some how he didn't really care. It was for fun, right?

"Yo, man," He gave a genuine smile as he welcomed his friend. Cam had been warming up before he gotten there, a slight sweat covering his torso. "You ready to be made a fool of?" He countered, resting his basketball on his hip, as if it were a young child with his arm holding it in place. "I'm gonna make your coaches wonder why they're paying you the big bucks," He was a major shit talker with friends, knowing he needed to talk a big game since he couldn't back it up.

TAG: DANI / MEECH NOTES: OH MY GLOB THIS IS GOING TO BE FUNNY!