A/N: I have major writer's block on my other story, A Diamond In The Rough and I got the idea for the story the other day. So until I can get back on track with my other story I'm going to be working on this one. If you have any ideas for A Diamond In The Rough I'll be happy to hear them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sandlot

Chapter One: Lips Rings

Today is the first official day of summer and I have nothing better to do then sit on my front porch and watch my brother's play catch. All three of them (Adam, Joe, and Andrew) play on a baseball team. Adam plays for his college, Joe plays for the high school, and Andrew is on a little league team. I'm sure Nick, once he's old enough, will join the family tradition. And then I'll be spending my summers watching a square instead of a triangle.

Why am I not part of the family tradition? That's simple: I don't share the same love for baseball that my brother's do. Now don't get me wrong I'll watch the occasional baseball game with my brothers and father, but I just never got into the game. Yes, I have given it a chance. I spent a summer at a little league camp when I was six. I guess you could say it wasn't love at first sight.

Sighing I looked over at Nick, who was sitting on a blanket in the grass drooling over a baseball. I couldn't help but smile. He was going to be just like Adam. His love for baseball was all he was going to need to get by in life.

Still smiling I got up off the porch and walked over to little Nikki. Once I reached him I sat on the blanket next to him. Upon seeing me Nick gave a little baby laugh. My smile grew and I reached out to tickle him when something hit upside the head.

"Sorry El," Joe called from across the yard. His white t-shirt was covered in dirt and sweat. His brown hair was plastered to his forehead and his green eyes where sparkling.

"Ellie, can you do me a favor?" turning my attention to the voice I saw Adam standing over me. He could pass as Joe's twin, accept his skin was tanner and his hair a little belched from spending so much time out in the L.A. sun. "Can you go down to the drug store and pick me up a baseball?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Why do you need a baseball? You have a perfectly good one right there."

Adam rolled his eyes, "Yeah I know, but we're going to start batting. And with Joe, being the self absorbed show off he is, it's not going to last long."

I rolled my eyes. "I guess."

Once I was standing Adam took a five out of his wallet. Before he handed it to me his eyes dropped to my lips and he frowned.

"I still don't get why you have that," he said pointing to my lips.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. Before we moved to the Valley from Nashville I had gotten my lip pierced. Dad had been okay with it, but Adam wasn't.

I just shook my head and took his five dollar bill.

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When I got to the drug store there was a group of boys standing around the baseballs arguing about something. Not wanting to draw attention to myself I decided to walk throw the aisles and wait until they left.

I was walking down the magazine aisle when I ran into a group of people I rather wish hadn't been there. I called them the Bottle Blonds. There was three of them Amber, Ava, and Alexia. Each one was blond but I'm pretty sure there'll all fake. Anyway the four of us have been enimmes since I moved here.

Ava was the first one to spot me.

"Well if it isn't the trailer trash," she said.

"I didn't know you were allowed in public places," Alexia joined in.

"Now girls be nice," both Ava and Alexia gave their ringleader, Amber, and odd look, "There's no need to make her feel even uglier then she is. Because frankly it's not possible."

I rolled my eyes and looked back over to where the baseballs were. The groups of boys were still there but I'd rather face them then the Bottle Blonds any day.

Pushing my way past the three girls I made my way over to the baseballs. The boys were still arguing and it was clear that why weren't going to move even if I yelled. So I did the next best thing, I reached past them and grabbed one of the boxed balls. (A/N: I know that sounds wrong. But ignore it.)

I thought I was going to get away with it, but no of course they noticed.

"What do you think you're doing?" the big round one asked.

"Buying a baseball?" I said slowly and confused.

"No you ain't," he said taking the ball.

"Last time I checked this was a free country," I said taking the ball back. I was starting to get mad.

"Not when it comes to baseball it ain't," he took the baseball once again.

His friends must have found this amusing because they were all trying to hold back a laugh.

Instead of taking the baseball back I just took another one off the shelve. I'd rather not get into a fight with immature boys.

"You can't buy a baseball! You're a girl!" he all about yelled and tried to take the over one from me.

It wasn't a very smart move on either part. When his arm went by my face his wristwatch got caught on my lip rings. To say the least it was a rather awkward position.