A/N: Alright, so I may have two other stories going. And I may not ever finish those two, or even this one, but I guess it doesn't hurt to start a new one! This ones a Sandlot fanfic. I noticed there aren't a lot of Sandlot fics, so why not write one! Oh, and F.Y.I. I might change the title later..
How to Play Baseball In a Dress
(ONE)
The only reason I was watching the new neighbors move in, was because I was bored. Had Lori not gone to Florida with her parents, I would not be bored. Ah, god forbid that! Anyway, I sat on my porch, with a library copy of the Secret Garden, which I was enjoying very much-I just didn't want to read! I squinted across the street, and saw a boy who was rather small (had I known his last name was Smalls at the time, I would have laughed so hard at the irony) carry a box to the door. He stopped and turned when he heard our neighborhood "hoodlums"-as Lori always put it- coming home from their usual game of ball at the sandlot. The boys go their separate ways, and I watch as the head guy, well maybe he wasn't the head guy, but you know it always seemed like he bossed them around a lot. Well, on with my story, the head guy, Benny, looked at Smalls, who was still known to me as the small kid at the time. The kid waved at Benny, and in return, Benny nodded.
This was the first time I ever saw the two interact with each other. They ended up being best friends. This happened one day, while I was at my grandma's for the day. I came home later then I wanted too. There was this new program on TV, and I really wanted to see it. On our way home I complained about missing it, and my mother just said, "Robin, must you be so wrapped up in the media? Honestly! It's summer! I didn't get that TV so that you'd watch it everyday!" My brothers, Jeff, and Bradley just snickered as I shot them looks. If only looks could kill.
"But mom!" I whine, dragging on the word for a while. She only looks at me in the rear-view mirror with a look that told me to drop it. We pulled into our driveway not long after that. I hopped out rather quickly, and smoothed out my yellow dress, and stared down at my nice white dress shoes. We always dressed up when we went to grandma's house. Well, my brothers did at least, and they usually wore really dirty clothes, and worked on cars all day. They were normal 16 and 17 year olds. Boys, sheesh. I, on the other hand, dressed up all the time. So really the "we" in that sentence mostly meant my brothers. My mom and I, we always looked nice.
I glanced towards Benny's and noticed him and the new boy coming home from I guess a ball game. They were talking a bit, and then they looked over at me. I only blushed before walking quickly, and swiftly to my front door. Before going inside, though, I glanced behind me, and saw Benny coming back across the street to his house. As he crossed the street he just watched me. And then, he smiled.