Author's Note: Hey Everyone! This is my first Sandlot Fanfic. Because there are so many characters in my version, I'm going to give you a list. Not all of these characters will appear in chapter one so don't freak out yet. Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Sandlot

The Sandlot Team:

Pitcher- Robert (Rob) Owen

Catcher- Anthony (Tony) Santini

1st Base- Karl Karlson

2nd Base- Enrique Julio

3rd Base- Rocco Kipper

Short Stop- Ricky Kelvin

Left Field- Mel Trevor

Right Field- Kirk Karlson

Center Field- Myron Spencer

The Falcons:

Pitcher- Victor Roy

Catcher- Miles Tanner

1st Base- Kyle Jacobowski

2nd Base- Bruno Whitman

3rd Base- Riley Brown

Short Stop- Sebastian Bryce



Left Field- Terrence Trevor

Right Field- Rex Jackson

Center Field- Tyler Parker

Chapter 1

As the final bell of the school day rang, Melanie Trevor knew today was the day. She would follow them to the Sandlot just so she could see him. "He" had been Melanie's secret crush since they had all started high school. This one-of-a-kind boy was named Robert Owen.

Though she and Robert had many classes together, Melanie had only spoken to him once since eighth grade. This was because her older brother, Terrance, and Robert's best friend, Ricky Kelvin, were arch enemies.

It hadn't always been that way, Melanie remembered as she gathered her books and headed for the classroom door. When the Trevor family had moved into the Valley eight years ago, Ricky had taken Terrance under his wing, had helped him find his place in the neighborhood, and had taught him how to play baseball. Terrance soon became one of the nine boys who played the sport at the Sandlot. The nine boys became fast friends and one war rarely seen without the other eight when out in public.

Because Ricky was the first friend Terrance had made, and because they lived next door to each other, the two boys shared a special bond that no two others had seen before. Many a nights Ricky and Terrance would sleep in the Kelvin's tree house and talk into the late hours of the night.

On these nights especially, Melanie had wished herself a boy, just like her twin, so that she could climb up the ladder, fall into her sleeping bag, and chat with her best friend while waiting for sleep to come.



Melanie walked down the school hallway to her locker and passed Ricky Kelvin rummaging through his locker to find something.

As he stood back up to retrieve the item, Ricky bonked his head on the top of the locker and swore loudly. He soon realized what he had said and surveyed the area for any surrounding teachers. Instead, he saw Melanie Trevor.

How she did it, he didn't know, but every time she walked past him, Ricky's heart skipped a beat and he stopped breathing. She was the most beautiful girl in school and she never seemed to notice that he existed.

Three guesses why, Ricky thought.

It was all because of Terry. No, he had to remember that he now went by Terrance.

Terrance had suggested to the boys of the Sandlot that they practice in uniforms like the school's team did and had wanted to teach the boys' new plays like the league had taught him. This idea had not gone over very well. To them baseball was a game, something to fill in the extra hours of the day instead of watching TV or playing video games.

But to Ricky, baseball was life, and being the "leader" of the neighborhood boys, he convinced the seven of them to give Terrance's new ideas a shot and after many grumbles, the boys agreed.

Terrance had been so excited. He had finally been able to show off the new skills he had learned while playing in the league and had the neighborhood boys start to practice the new plays right away. He made the boys practice the same few plays hundreds of times over the next couple of weeks, expecting and demanding perfection of each play before moving on to the other.

The more he demanded, the more annoyed and disgruntled his friends had gotten. All had tried to talk to him about it, his sister included, but each time Terrance refused to listen.

Ricky remembered that disastrous day like it was yesterday…



Terrance had become furious at one of Rob's pitches just because it had curved the slightest bit.

"That's it, I've had it!" Rob yelled throwing down his glove. "I won't do this. I agreed to try your new ideas, Terry, because Ricky is my best friend, but this is ridiculous. I've spent the past month pitching again and again trying to perfect this one damn pitch. I'm done trying your stupid new ways."

"My stupid ways?" Terry demanded. "All I've been trying to do is make us better, and the uniforms make us look like a real team."

"A real team? We look like pigs in skirts out here."

At that point Terry had jumped Rob and they both started to beat the crap out of each other. The rest of the team ran in from their positions to the pitching mound and pulled the two boys off of each other.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing?" Ricky demanded sharply.

"Get off me! Get off me!" Terry snarled ripping his way out of his friends' arms. "You're all a bunch of animals. I'm sick of trying to teach slugs how to play baseball."

"If you hate us so much then why don't you leave?" Rob asked.

Ricky shot Rob a silencing look.

"Why don't we try to talk about this," Ricky started. "Maybe try a compromise…"

"No, Ricky," Terry declared turning to him. "I'm done. You have two choices: them or me. If it's me you won't ever talk to them or play at the Sandlot again, if it's them, you lose your best friend."

Ricky looked at Terry in complete disbelief and then looked away. He saw that Melanie had rushed over to them when the fighting had started. She was worried; her green eyes showed the proof of it.



"I'm sorry Terry," Ricky said knowing that they would never replace his spot on the team. "But I agree with the boys if you don't want to be one of us then you can leave."

Terry's eyes bulged. He had been so sure that Ricky would leave with him and they would go and play league ball together. How very wrong he was.

"Fine, from this day forward we don't know each other," Terry said. "C'mon Melanie."

"But…"

"Now."

Terry marched over to Melanie, grabbed her arm, and stalked away pulling her close behind.

Ricky watched her go, knowing that he would never ever have a chance to tell Melanie what he had wanted to tell her for many years.

Melanie looked at her reflection in the mirror that hung on the inside of her locker door and studied the young woman who stood staring back.

Deep green eyes gazed back at her, daring her to do what she had been planning to do for months. The mirror showed strawberry-blond hair that fell to her shoulders, but Melanie knew that her braided hair fell to below her waist. She wore designer clothes and a layer of mascara because high school society required it of her.

Melanie grimaced at her reflection, how she hated being popular. It wasted too much energy.

But because her brother was a high school All-Star, which made him the most popular boy in school, Melanie had to play her part as most popular girl when in reality she hated it.

"I don't know what you're frowning about, but you look pretty sexy to me."



Melanie looked up in time to see the slow smile of Terrance's partner in crime appear across his face.

"Go away Sebastian," she said tartly. "I don't want to talk to you."

"Ouch! That hurts right here you know."

Sebastian covered his heart with a hand.

Sebastian Bryce had been half in love with Melanie since he first met her at Terrance's first league baseball game. Sebastian played short stop on Terrance's team. Terrance had been all for the romance and had told her she should go out with him so that she could get her mind off of other matters (He would never mention the fight at the Sandlot).

When Sebastian had asked her out on their first day of freshman year, Melanie had politely refused him by saying she wanted to meet more of the other guys in their grade first. Sebastian had taken that as a maybe and had asked her to every school function in the past year.

"Good, I'm glad it hurt. Now go away. I'm not in a good mood."

Melanie grabbed her bag from her locker and slammed the door shut.

"Well, let me try to make you feel better," Sebastian pleaded.

"No."

Melanie started to walk back the way she came toward the large double doors at the end of the hallway.

"Please?"

No matter how much she hated him, she couldn't ignore his pleading tone.

"Fine."

Melanie stopped and turned towards him.



Melanie had stopped at exactly the perfect spot. From here, Ricky could eavesdrop and pretend to be searching for something in his locker without being noticed.

"You have exactly one minute to try to make me feel better," Melanie stated hotly.

Ouch, Ricky deemed. Sebastian is such an idiot. I can't believe it's been a year and he still hasn't figured out that Melanie isn't interested.

"Excellent!" Sebastian said in glee.

He pulled a hand from behind his back and produced a bouquet of flowers.

"They're beautiful," Melanie said taking them.

Oh man. Ricky took a short peek at Melanie and Sebastian. She's setting herself up.

"Did I make you feel better?" Sebastian asked.

"A little."

"That was only part of my gift," he said.

"Only part?" Melanie asked suspiciously. "What's the other part?"

"This."

Sebastian leaned down and planted a sloppy kiss right on Melanie's lips.

Ricky felt hot fury race through his body. He tensed waiting for Melanie's reply.

"Sebastian, what're you doing?" Melanie asked shocked.

She doesn't sound mad, Ricky worried.

"I thought that was pretty obvious," he said. "I'm kissing my girlfriend goodbye after a long day at school."



"You what!?"

There's the temper I know and love! Ricky cheered silently in his head. He started to put books into his bag.

"You're my girlfriend, Melanie. I thought I'd made that very clear when I asked Terrance to ask you to the end of the year dance for me," he said. "If you said yes, which your brother said you did, then you'd become my date and my girlfriend."

Terrance is such a blob of slime! Ricky was furious. He knows Melanie hates Sebastian. Why on earth would he have her agree to something he knew she wouldn't?

Melanie started at Sebastian flabbergasted.

"First," she started, finally composing herself. "I am not your girlfriend. Second, I'm not going to the end of the year dance with you."

"Yes you are," he told her. "Terrance told me you'd said yes."

"Terrance never even asked me!" Melanie persisted.

Should I do it? Ricky asked himself. There was no point in asking himself the question when he'd already made the decision.

"Well, guess what? You're going to the dance with me whether you like it or not."

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"Sebastian, why are you giving Mel a hard time?" a voice asked from behind her.

Melanie turned and discovered that she had never been happier to see Ricky Kelvin in her entire life.



"This is none of you business, Kelvin!" Sebastian roared.

"Well, actually, I think it is," Ricky said. "I believe there might be a misunderstanding."

"A what!?"

"A misunderstanding. You see, just this morning I asked Melanie to the dance. Right Mel?" Ricky gave Melanie a meaningful look.

"Oh! Ah…yes." Melanie stuttered.

"You mean to tell me you are going to the dance with Kelvin!" Sebastian demanded.

"Yes she is," Ricky said moving closer to Melanie.

"I wasn't asking you, sand-boy," Sebastian hollered. "I was asking her."

"Yes Sebastian, I am going with Ricky to the dance. I tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen," Melanie lied.

"You…and him?" Sebastian pointed at Melanie and then at Ricky. "This has got to be a joke!"

"No, Sebastian, it's not," Melanie said.

Melanie closed the last bit of distance between her and Ricky and reached for his hand. She felt his jolt of surprise, but his poker face remained in place.

Sebastian stared disbelieving at the couple's joined hands.

"You're going to pay for this, Kelvin!" Sebastian threatened. "If it's the last thing I do, you'll pay."

With that, Sebastian Bryce stalked away.

Melanie held Ricky's hand until Sebastian was out of sight and then turned to him.



"Ricky, why did you do that?" she asked. "Sebastian will hurt you when he gets the chance, if Terrance doesn't pound you first."

Ricky looked down into the worried green eyes that started up at him. His five foot nine frame dwarfed her small one of five two. She was so… How could he tell her the truth of why he had agreed to this?

Ricky shook his head. He had other things to think about. Particularly the pickle he'd just managed to get himself into.

"I have my reasons," he finally managed. "Now let's get rid of these."

Ricky took the flowers from Melanie's hand and stuffed them into a random unlocked locker.

"I'll pick you up at 7:30 for the dance," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Ricky Kelvin left Melanie Trevor standing in the middle of the school hallway with her mouth hanging open in disbelief of what had just happened.

Terrance was going to kill her.