Thanks to everyone who has clicked on my story and taken the time to read it. I really appreciate it.
Intresting Fact- While writing this chapter, I listened to the following songs:
Love Me Like You Do-Elle Goulding
Blank Space-Taylor Swift
Thinking Out Loud-Ed Sheeran
Sugar-Maroon 5
Style-Taylor Swift
Earned It-The Weekend
Uptown Funk-Mark Ronson feat Bruno Mars
All About That Bass- Meghan Trainor
It was the summer of '76, and my brother, my mom, and I had just moved to a place called 'The Valley'. We were still new, so we hadn't made any friends yet, but of course our mom, being herself, was bugging us about 'meeting new people', and 'making some friends'. It was quite annoying. One day, we were both sat downstairs just eating, and watching T.V, when our mom came down, and shook her head at us.
"Guys, look sat this mess!"she complained.
I looked to where she was pointing, and sure enough there candy wrappers, and chip packets everywhere, and the odd can of coke. Tommy and I looked at each other, obviously knowing what was coming next.
"You two need to get out of the house! I can't have mess like this everyday! In fact, you can go out now!"shouted our mom.
Soon enough, she was pushing us out of the front door. Tommy and I looked at each other in disbelief. She had been stressed a lot lately, but never that much, she must have been pretty mad.
"But mom, where are we meant to go? We don't know our way around."I reminded.
"I don't care. I want you out of this house. Now!"she said, before giving the door a hard slam shut.
I sighed in annoyance. We didn't have a clue where to go. We probably didn't even know our way home, but there she is pushing us out of the door. Typical mom.
"So, what are we gonna do?"I asked Tommy.
"Well, I saw a sandlot somewhere near here yesterday, when mom made me go to the store."said Tommy.
"So what? I don't even play baseball."I said.
"But I do. And do you really wanna be stuck sitting outside the house?"questioned Tommy.
"Not really. I guess we're going to a sandlot then."I said, slightly annoyed.
With that, we started walking, Tommy leading the way, until we came to sandlot where there were a group of boys playing baseball.
"Oh look, there's people already playing. Guess we better leave then."I said with fake sadness, turning around.
"Oh no, you don't. Let's just ask them if we, I mean I, can play."said Tommy pulling my arm back.
He started walking forward, smiling at me, as I rolled my eyes. He'd hadn't even been playing baseball for that long, so I don't see why he was trying to suddenly be part of a team.
"Watch out!"I heard someone cry.
Suddenly, a baseball flew out of nowhere, and landing smack on Tommy's forehead, sending him to the ground. He had obviously been knocked out. I ran over, just before the other boys could, and kneeled next to Tommy, looking at him, hoping he'd wake up.
"Okay, who hit that?"I demanded.
They all stood quiet for a while, not giving anything away, before a tall boy standing at the back, sheepishly put his hand up. I was just about to shout at him, when I realised he couldn't help where the ball went, and he couldn't help that my brother was idiotic enough to not listen to them shouting to 'watch out for the ball'.
"Please wake up, please wake up."I begged.
"He looks bad. We should do something."said a small ginger kid, kneeling beside me.
"Yeah, kick him. See if he's faking it."said a cute blonde boy.
"Kick him? What are you nuts?"said the small ginger kid.
"Nuts? Good 'ole kick in the family jewels. Excellent fake breaker."said a fat kid, while I glared at him.
"He's not faking it. And nobody is kicking him. Especially not down there."I said.
"Look, I'm sorry if you're trying defend your little boyfriend, but a baseball can't knock someone out like that."said the fat kid.
"One, he's not my boyfriend, he's my brother. And two, did you not see the baseball hit him. It hit him right on the head. I'm pretty sure that'd knock anybody out."I said.
"Oh, shut up. You're a girl. What'd you know?"said the fat kid.
I looked at him I shock. How could he be so rude?
"Even if she is a girl, I agree with her."said short, smart kid. "As a medical procedure, I think kicking is way down on the list of any prescribed remedies."
"You got any better ideas, Q?"questioned the fat kid.
"Slap in the face."suggested the small, ginger kid.
"Bucket of water. That always works."suggested the cute blonde boy.
"My mom says you should always wake someone gently."spoke up a kid with longish hair.
"Gently."agreed a small kid next to him.
"He needs medical attention, doofus."said the short, smart kid. "The average ambulance takes 4 minutes to respond to the scene of an accident."
"Kick in the family jewels, a lot faster."spoke up the fat kid.
"Can we stop talking about how to wake up my brother? Very violently, might I add. Is there anyone round here who can help us?"I said.
"She's right. We gotta get this guy some help."spoke up the kid who threw the ball.
"Wait, why are you in charge all of a sudden?"asked the cute, blonde boy.
"I'm the tallest."he answered.
"What's that got to do with it? I am the smartest."said the short, smart kid.
"I think you mean shortest. I'm the biggest."argued the fat kid.
"I think you mean fattest."spoke up the kid with longish hair.
"And I say we go for the kick."said the fat kid, ignoring his comment.
"I'm the captain."said the small, ginger kid.
"Who made you captain, DP?"questioned the cute, blonde boy.
"The catcher is always the captain."stated DP.
"You're not captain. What about pitcher?"said the tall kid.
They all started arguing, while I rolled my eyes, looking at Tommy. I suddenly noticed, that Tommy was stirring, and sighed with relief.
"Guys, shut up! He's waking up!"I shouted.
"We can still kick before it's too late."smiled the fat kid, while I glared, yet again.
We all looked down at him, wanting to see how he was. I was hoping it didn't cause too much damage; he was already not great up there.
"Ask him a question everyone knows, see if he's okay."suggested the cute, blonde boy.
"Who's the greatest baseball player of all time?"asked DP.
"I am."answered Tommy.
I looked at him in confusion, while the boys seemed even more confused than me, with a load of 'what's', and 'huh's' coming out of their mouths.
"Who are you?"
"Tommy Santorelli."answered Tommy, as if it was obvious.
"I don't care if your Steve Garvey, the answer's Babe Ruth."said cute, blonde boy.
"Hello, the sultan of swat?"
"The king of crash."
"The calasous of clout."
"The home run king."
"The babe."
"The great bambino!"
"No, it's Santa."argued Tommy, while we all stared at him confusion.
"Santa?"said the kid with the longish hair.
"As in Claus?"repeated the small kid next to him.
And just like that, Tommy went again. And I sighed in annoyance. I didn't see what was wrong with him. Sure he was cocky, but never that much.
"Can we kick him now?"asked the fat kid.
"Go ahead."muttered the cute, blonde boy.
I then proceeded to elbow him in the stomach. I didn't care if he was cute, insulting my brother is like insulting me. Suddenly, a fat police officer came running over shouting at us to 'clear off'.
"I'm trained for situations like this."said the police officer. "Now, who started it?"
In a matter of seconds, we were all pointing at Tommy, who was laid on the floor knocked out. The officer kneeled down, and turned Tommy's head round to face him, before he pinched his nose, and opened his mouth.
"Stand back boys, I'm going in."said the officer. "Unless, the girl wants to."
"I'm his sister."I stated.
"Really?"said the officer surprised.
"I know, right. She's way too hot to be related to him."said the kid with longish hair.
"Excuse me?"I said offended.
"Well, it's true."said the fat kid.
"Can we please get back to Tommy?"I asked.
"Oh yeah, I'm going in. Again."said the officer.
We all turned away in disgust, and said 'ew'. Before the officer could do anything, Tommy woke up and quickly scattered away from the officer.
"Hey, what's going on?" asked Tommy.
"Alright kids, give him some air." ordered the officer. "What happened?"
"He took a fly ball to the head. Sorry Uncle Porkchop." explained the fat kid.
"Would have been a triple if he hadn't screwed it up!" shouted the tall kid.
"Shut up!" I shouted.
"In your dreams fat head." spoke the kid with longish hair.
Within a second, everyone started shouting at each other, and I'm still not fully clear on what they were arguing about.
"Hey, calm down!" ordered Officer Porkchop. "Are we gonna have a situation here? 'Cos we don't ant a situation, do we?"
"No." we all answered.
"Ok. What's your name kid?" asked Officer Porkchop.
"Who you calling kid, tubs?" said Tommy.
"What is wrong with you? You're acting strange, Tommy."I spoke up.
"Lauren? You look so different." said Tommy, staring at me in wonder.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" I questioned, clearly offended.
Tommy started putting his hands in his pockets, looking for something, until he looked up worried.
"Where's my PDA?" asked Tommy.
"Your what now?" I asked.
"My Blaclberry." he answered in a 'duh' tone.
Everyone looked round in confusion, as Officer Porkchop took a snow cone off the fat kid, and tried handing it to Tommy.
"Hey, that's mine!" complained the fat kid. "And it's not blackberry, it's strawberry banana!"
"Really?" asked Officer Porkchop, excitedly. "I love strawberry banana."
Officer Porkchop started eating the snow cone, as the boys still stared at Tommy. confused.
"I think they're the new kids that just moved on to Glen View Road." said the kid with longish hair.
"Yeah, that's us." I smiled.
"No we're not! I live in Beverly Hills and Lauren lives in San Diego." protested Tommy. "And what's with this kid crap? Which one of you took my phone? I need to call my agent. And don't think about autographs!"
"Why would you give them an autograph?" I asked, as Tommy just shook his head.
Tommy looked up at the building next to the sandlot and saw a banner being put up. His face filled with confusion, as he turned round to quickly at us all.
"1976?" he muttered.
Quickly, he took his sunglasses and looked at his reflection in them, before he fainted again. I sighed in fustartion. Why did this have to happen to me of all people?
"Yep, we got a situation." stated Officer Porkchop.
I rolled my eyes. On the bright side, mom wouldn't make us go out anymore. Maybe the sandlot wasn't so bad after all.
Thanks to everyone who read the first chapter.
Now, I am planning on making this a love story, but I want your guys opinion on to do it about. The only one I won't do is an EJ love story.
Please give me feedback and help me with this problem.
Bye lovelies. Xxx.