Author's Note: Hello all! This is my first Sandlot story so take it easy on me, okay? And before you start reading, I would just like to clear one thing up: this is a Yeah-Yeah love story. Not Benny, Yeah-Yeah. If you want to read a Benny story, look elsewhere.

I'm making a Yeah-Yeah story because I used to have a crush on him. Oh, who am I kidding? I still have a crush on him! And I thought Yeah-Yeah deserved a story since most of the stories on here are about Benny. Not that Benny isn't awesome or anything but there are other characters in the Sandlot, you know!

And I'm writing this story in third person omniscient (if you don't know what that is, Google it) and it's my first time writing that way so it might be bad at first.

So…enjoy!

-Rachel

P.S. In this story, they're older, like pre-teens. So let's just say…Benny's fifteen, Tommy's twelve, and all the rest are fourteen.

"Hey, Yeah-Yeah!" Ham Porter cried, his words carrying across the sandlot. "Yeah-Yeah? Come on, man, pay attention!"

"Don't bother," Benny said, grinning. "He's long gone by now."

"He's in Christine Land!" Squints mocked, although he had no right to be mocking anyone about a girl, because of his obsession with Wendy Peffercorn.

Yeah-Yeah was staring at a group of girls passing by the sandlot, among them Christine Bates. Christine moved to their small little town last summer and Yeah-Yeah had been crushing on her ever since. He tried to keep it a secret but after a while, it became so obvious that he didn't even bother denying it anymore.

A few years had passed since the summer when Benny pickled the Beast, and the kids were all in junior high now.

"Yeah-Yeah, we got a game to play!" Benny cried, running over to Yeah-Yeah to shake him out of his trance.

"Huh?" Yeah-Yeah said, jerking to look at Benny. "Yeah, yeah, sorry! Game on!"

The other three girls that Christine was with were Lisa Fitzgerald, a bossy blonde who was dating none other than Scott Phillips; Kelly Rogers, an airhead who's only useful thing about her head was to grow beautiful strawberry-blonde hair; and Robin Nicholson, a shy, down-to-earth brunette. Lisa, Kelly, and Robin made their way over to the bleachers while Christine walked towards home plate.

"Mind if we watch you guys?" she asked and no one knew what to say. Plenty of people had come to watch them play before—mostly girls—but no one had ever asked before. They just usually plopped down on the grass without warning, wearing a 'what're-you-gonna-do-about-it?' face.

"Uhh…we don't care," Benny replied and Christine smiled and nodded before walking away.

"Cool beans. Thanks." She smiled at Yeah-Yeah before joining her friends and he blushed, madly.

"Who's swooning now, Yeah-Yeah?" Squints yelled.

"Shut up!"

Christine walked towards her friends as the guys continued their game and sat down by them.

"Chris, what are we doing here?" Lisa asked, impatiently. "I want to watch Scott play!"

"We've been watching your stupid boyfriend play every day since school started. It's boring! Besides, these guys are better," Christine shot back.

"Are not!"

"Are too!"

"Stop fighting! We're already here, so let's just make the best of it!" Robin said.

"Yeah! Besides, Benny is so cute!" Kelly gushed and the other three rolled their eyes.

"Yeah, whatever."

Bertram swung the bat and their baseball went flying across the field as he took off towards first base.

"Told you they were better," Christine grumbled and Lisa chose to ignore her. Smalls threw the ball to Kenny DeNunez, who threw it to Yeah-Yeah, who accidentally let Bertram run by him because he wasn't paying attention.

"Come on, Yeah-Yeah!" Timmy complained.

"Come on, Yeah-Yeah!" Tommy repeated.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, guys!"

Bertram made it all the way to third base before Benny struck him out.

"Damn. Benny's good," Christine said.

The guys played and the girls watched until the sky started to get dark and their stomachs started to growl and they all knew it was dinnertime.

"Thanks for letting us watch!" Christine cried as they started for home.

"No problem!" Smalls replied, smiling and the girls went one way and the boys went another.

"You can't deny that they're better," Robin said to Lisa, who scowled.

"Yes, I can. I can deny the hell out of it," Lisa argued, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Face it, Lees. Your boyfriend…kinda sucks," Christine said.

"Are we coming back tomorrow?" Kelly chirped.

"I don't see why not."

Cut to the boys, who are trudging home, sweating like pigs.

"I don't want them watching us anymore," Benny pouted.

"Why not? They're hot!" Ham cried, grinning.

"Yeah, but Yeah-Yeah didn't pay attention the entire time!"

"I did so!" Yeah-Yeah argued.

"You were not! You were drooling!" Squints cried and Yeah-Yeah shrugged him off.

"Whatever."

"Pay attention next time, man," Benny grumbled as all nine of them slowly departed and headed for home.

When Yeah-Yeah was all alone, he noticed Christine walking home across the street. She saw him looking at her and smiled, making her way across the street, towards him.

"Hey. It's Alan, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, ye—" he stopped himself. His sister and a lot of other kids—not counting the sandlot kids, of course—had told him that his childhood habit of saying "Yeah, yeah" was annoying. He had tried to stop but old habits die hard, I guess. But he tried to control himself around Christine. "Uhh…yeah. But you can call me Yeah-Yeah."

She grinned. "You can call me Chris."

"Okay."

"So you guys were really good. I think my friends wee bored, but I'd like to come back and watch you guys again sometime," Christine said.

"For real?" Yeah-Yeah asked, surprised. Most girls hated baseball and if they watched, they weren't watching the game, they were watching the boys playing the game. It seemed like Christine was full of surprises.

"Yeah. I like baseball."

"No shit?"

"Well…" she paused, sheepishly. "I like watching baseball. Playing it? Not so much."

"Why not?" Yeah-Yeah asked, curiously and she grinned.

"I'd have to learn how not to be afraid of the ball first," she admitted and they both laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, that would help."

Christine wasn't as full of surprises as she'd like Yeah-Yeah to think she is. She'd never admit it, but today when she was pretending to like baseball, she was really just watching Yeah-Yeah play, like how Lisa did with Scott Phillips. She was just as petty and superficial as all those other girls, much as she hated to admit it. She did like watching baseball, she just liked watching Yeah-Yeah more.