Emily and Jaren

"You passed," Emily said, hugging Jaren tightly. It was the last grade he needed to ensure he passed the spring semester as well. The Memphis youth picked up the slender bottle blonde into his muscular arms, exultant.

"Fuck yes. Thanks," he said, a little awkward now. "I couldn't have done it without you."

"So what are you doing this summer?" Emily asked, a little hopeful and a little fearful.

"Camps. Gotta train up more. Two more years and I can be in the league, you know?"

"So you won't be around this summer?" Emily asked, glumly.

"Shit," Jaren said. "Big Jaren and Jaren gonna need your white ass around. You can be my ...assistant." He smiled slyly.

"And maybe more," Emily said, smirking.

"Yeah," Jaren said. "Definitely more."