Hold On To Your Butts

I was with Mike, in a convertible of sorts.
We were driving south on 16th St, towards John Deere Road and Southpark Mall, but we needed to turn around.
So at the John Deere stoplight, Mike gets into the left turn lane.
I assumed he was going to make a u-turn, which he does, but he went fast enough and sharp enough that he caused the car to spin around entirely, more than a 360.. Technically a 540 or so?
But instead of letting it straighten out from there, and drive back up the road, he continued to spin around and around and around, all the way back to the apartment complex,
The entire time, I was holding on for dear life. I wasn't bothered by the fact that he was doing it, but only be the fact that he didn't give me warning.
I was not wearing my seatbelt, and we were spinning fast enough that I felt if I let go I would go flying out of the car since the top was down.
I kept trying to get the courage to grab my seatbelt, to inch my hand towards it, but I was too frightened to loosen my grip.

When we got back to the complex, he unlocked the gate and we walked into the basketball court, where someone was talking to themselves. I was a little worried, but I figured he must live there because you had to have a key to get in.
At one point there was someone else, yelling for my attention on the outside of the fence.
There was a shower, outside, across the basketball court from the complex, yet it was also in Mike's apartment at the same time.
I had been using it, and didn't think much of it until towards the end when I turned around and realized what steam cover I had originally had, had turned into condensation, and Mike had most likely seen my naked but when I was bending over to pick up something.
However he just shrugged and went about his business like I wasn't even there.

Nothing But Net

I was at the community center (or a gym very similar to the Geneseo Community Center set up) with Mike.
I was just off to the side, watching, while he played basketball.
He had great moves and great teamwork.
Multiple times he out-smarted the other team, with his fakes or passes.
However, any time he went to shoot, he missed.
He never sank a single basket, yet he had the best moves on the court out of either team.

For the most part, all I did was watch. I think part of me wanted to play, but I was stationary. I didn't even cheer or participate at all. I just watched indifferently.
The only part where I was truly involved, was when there was a rogue ball.
It might've been from another person or team on the other courts, or from us - hard to say.
I just know I was going after it, and every time I go close to catching it, it took an unexpected turn.
It would hit a wall, and in my chase I would calculate which way it would angle after it hit, and every single time I was wrong and would lose distance to it again.
Anyone else who actually noticed my plight just watched with indifference and didn't even bother to stop or grab the ball.

The best part, is in real life, Mike hates basketball with a passion. I am almost 100% certain it is his least favourite sport.