I do not own Sandlot 1, 2 or 3. I own Heats (Mattie) and Toni though.
"Hey Mattie, get your ass downstairs before I bat there!" I moaned into my pillow and Toni clicked her tongue before pulling the curtains open and my blanket off me. "Now Heater!" I stuck my tongue out and sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes.
"Hey Toni, what's for breakfast?" I asked, yawning. My sister, older than me by five years, smoothed down my hair fondly.
"We're going over to the new neighbours for breakfast. Sara has invited us." She said. "She has a son, about a year older, and I thought you could make friends with him. So get dressed." I nodded and caught the pair of jeans and the top she threw at me. I quickly slipped out of my nightshirt and into the clean clothes before staggering into the bathroom to wash my face and comb my hair. I left it out and slipped a tie onto my wrist before my stomach growled and I bolted downstairs.
"Have you seen my shoes Toni?" I asked, awkwardly pulling on some socks. She flicked her hand at the front door and followed me out, holding a small tray of cookies.
"Put them on outside and hope to God that Mrs Santorelli doesn't care they're dirty." She said irritably. I stuck my tongue out at her behind her back and tugged my sneakers on before following her down the street.
Thank you for the breakfast Sara." I said, swinging my legs under the table. "It was really good." Sara smiled and nodded, standing up to clean the dishes. Toni leapt up to help and looked at me over her shoulder.
"Hey Tommy, do you like baseball?" She asked. He nodded and Toni jerked her head over towards me.
"Heats could show you the Sandlot." She said and I slid off the chair, nodding. "Why don't you both go?" Tommy shrugged and disappeared upstairs while I hurried outside and sat down to pull my shoes on. The door opened behind me and I looked up to see Tommy smiling slightly.
"Do you have a bike?" He asked, gesturing to his. I shook my head and he shrugged. "I have stands on the back. You could stand there." He said and I nodded, standing up. "You don't speak much do you?" I cracked a small smile at that and shrugged.
"S'pose not." I replied, climbing onto the back of his bike. "Head that way and then turn right." He nodded and started pedalling.