I don't own the Sandlot
Kristen's POV
Sometimes I can't stand my best friend.
Scotty can be the definition of annoying sometimes, always bugging me by calling when I have my girl buddies over. And he knows they're there. He just calls to annoy the living crap out of me.
He has these weird fetishes too. Like, how Scotty loves to drag me to the comic shop…even though there are no knew comics that he likes. He just loves "the smell of cartooning".
And he insists on having me over to help him with baseball practice. Just because I'm the best pitcher and batter on the team, doesn't mean he has to have me over every weekend to help him practice.
Plus, it's kind of unnerving to be so close to him. I have to position his arms to show him how to hold the bat, and that requires getting really close. Scotty uses the nicest soap, so he has this interesting scent on him…a mixture of sweat and Irish Spring soap.
Another plus, he's really, really warm.
I know this from watching movies with Scotty. I'll have him over when my parents are out because staying home alone in my huge house just freaks me out too much. So he'll come over and we'll watch a movie (usually a stupid comedy). And usually I'll get tired and put my head on Scotty's shoulder, and then he'll put his arm around my shoulders. I'll fall asleep and wake up cuddled close to him.
And let me tell you, the boy radiates heat. I'm never cold when he stays over.
But back to why he annoys me sometimes….
He constantly complains about my "girl-habits" as he lovingly calls them. You know, like how it takes me an hour to get ready for school, and how I talk about the latest cute guy. The oddest expression comes over his face when I mention my latest crush. He should cut me some slack…after all, I am a girl.
That's what I get for having a guy-best friend.
At first when we were kids, we didn't think about the opposite sex thing. As we got older though, (well, high school) I noticed that he suddenly wasn't that cute little boy that played at the Sandlot with me.
He had transformed into one hot specimen of man, in that guy-next-door kind of way. And every girl at school noticed it. He had more dates than me in our junior year!
That was the year my mom died…and I realized how protective he was over me, and how safe it made me feel.
Mom had been sick for a really long time. She suffered a lot, and the fall of my junior year she finally passed away. I spoke at the funeral, and I remember him being there, crying just as hard as me.
When I finally fell apart, realizing that she was gone, there was only one person who could comfort me.
I found myself on his front porch in the rain, crying my eyes out. I couldn't even speak when he opened the door, his eyes wide with shock at the fact that I was on his porch late at night. I could only throw my arms around his neck and sob into his shoulder.
Somehow, he got me inside and dried me off. I cried and cried, and he held me the whole time. I must've cried for hours, eventually falling asleep in his arms.
I couldn't believe that he just held me that whole time, whispering against my hair that it would be okay. Most guys would've been like, "Suck it up," or "She was going to die anyway, you should've been ready."
Well, he knows what it's like to lose someone. He lost his biological father when he was young. He doesn't remember him, but he still misses him.
When I woke up with his arms wrapped around me, I felt so safe. I never wanted to move.
Of course when he woke up as well and realized that I was fine now, he started teasing me gently about the waterworks.
I can't stand my best friend sometimes.
But, I can't live without him.
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