malik x fox angst fic? you bet.
iāll never get over this ever
sacramento kings nba rpf fic
Malik got the news about an hour ago. Coach Christie had called everyone in to let them know. DeāAaron, the man heās been with since their days in Kentucky together; had been traded to San Antonio. His ābest friendā for almost a decade, gone without a call or text. Monk knew he had act strong around his teammates. The rest of shoot around was oddly silent, but Malik didnāt stick around long enough to see what happened. He couldnāt stay in that facility, atleast not that night. Keon had came up to him to try to talk to him but got no response. He was, in every way, heartbroken. Malik had gotten home about 45 minutes later. He didnāt really remember the drive home or anything he was thinking. He didnāt say hello to anyone at the house, but just laid back in bed and stared at the ceiling. He left his volume on all the way. DeāAaron was the only one he had notifications for. He laid and stared for hours, praying for a call or text or anything. Radio silence. Heād heard Fox had already boarded the plane. He packed up and left without a goodbye to a single coach, teammate, or most important, him. His ride or die. The guy he told everything, the guy heād go out with after tough losses and talk to for hours. Not even a simple message. Nothing at all. Malik didnāt know what to do. He didnāt wanna call or text him, he wanted to hear from him first. He didnāt wanna beg for his attention. He figured āIf he wanted to, he would.ā The call never came. He stayed up for hours. Nothing. He remembered the time him and DeāAaron were at his house and made out with while drinking too much after the Game 7 loss to Golden State. And how they swore to never talk about it again and neither of them brought it up. Malik tried to convince himself it was some drunken joke they did. But every time he laid at bed at night, a little part of him wished he could lay next to him and do all the things they did that night. Like when he tried convincing himself he never got jealous when Fox talked about his girlfriends for all those years, that he was just being a āgood friendā, but deep down Malik wished he could be one of them, held in his arms all night. Deep down, he thought it could happen one day. Maybe. Not anymore. He left without a trace. Malik looked at the photo of them he had framed on his bedside table for 5 minutes straight, thinking about that exact time they took that photo at Barnesās wedding, and how happy they were just messing around with eachother. It made him sick to his stomach. The more he thought about it, the angrier it made him. Whyād he leave? Why didnāt he care? Why didnāt he- Before he could gather his own thoughts, he threw the frame against the wall, shattering the glass all over his carpet. He wanted to feel bad but he couldnāt. He did this to himself. He was too tough to cry. He just laid in bed all night, trying to sleep the pain away. He still left the volume on all night. Malik didnāt sleep that night. And his phone never went off.
