A/N: I have nothing to say expect that I do not own the Sandlot.

Chapter Two: Adam Jr.

Nikki's crying woke me up the next morning. I didn't have to go very far to get to Nikki since we shared a room. I picked Nikki up out of his crib and moved his blanket and pillow in attempt to find his baseball. I swear this kid is not normal. The only thing that will stop him from crying is the baseball Adam got him when he was born.

When I couldn't find Nikki's baseball I placed him on my hip and bounced him slightly. Still trying to find the ball I saw a note taped to the side of Nikki's crib. It was in Joe's hand writing.

I took Nick's baseball. I didn't have one and I got practice with the guys. If you would have gotten one yesterday I wouldn't have had to take Nick's. Have fun.

Joe

"Jerk," I muttered under my breath.

I placed a still crying Nikki back in his crib. "Give me a second Nick. I'll take you to get another one."

Walking over to my closet I pulled out a pair of shorts and a plaid button down shirt. Once I was dressed I ran a brush through my chocolate colored hair and pulled it into a messy bun. It was a pretty normal look for me expect I had a hole in my lip from yesterday. I had gotten my ring out of my lip but I couldn't get it unstuck from the boy's wristwatch.

Once I demeaned myself descent enough to go out in public I picked up the sobbing Nikki and dressed him in a Dodgers jersey, and jeans, and baby shoes.

"Alrighty Lil' Nick let's go get you a baseball."

With Nikki safe on my hip I went down the stairs though I wished I hadn't. The kitchen was a mess. Though I love my brothers to death they can't do anything for themselves, I feel like the mother. Glancing across the hall into the living room I saw Adam passed out on the couch. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll clean the kitchen for me.

Fearing I would go deaf from Nikki's crying if he didn't stop soon I wasted no time in getting downtown.

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I love taking Nick for walks it just sucked that Adam and his friends ruined the only stroller we had. How they did it I'll never know. So by the time I reached the drug store my hip was sore.

Nikki had cried himself out and my hearing was safe, but he was still upset. I know because he wouldn't stop moving. I had to keep moving him from hip to hip to keep him somewhat under control. To say the least I wasn't having a very good morning. At least the drug store was empty. Or so I thought.

I was at the counter paying for the baseball (Nikki was still squirming) when I heard voice behind me.

"Ellie?"

Turning around I saw a familiar face from Nashville.

"Scotty?" I asked.

Scotty Smalls had moved to Nashville the summer before I moved to the Valley. We had been the best of friends since I beat up a kid who was making fun of him. It wasn't hard good-bye when I left because he was leaving too. Besides we were nine at the time and keep in touch, for a few months anyway.

"Yeah," he said giving me a one armed hug. It would have been a bear hug but I was still holding Nikki. "Little Nikki!"

Scotty took Nikki from me and I turned back around and grabbed the baseball.

"What'd you do to the kid? He won't hold still," Scotty said trying to get Nikki to hold still.

I just took the baseball out of the box and handed it Nikki's open hands. He stopped squirming and tried to bite into the ball. Scotty laughed.

"Adam Jr."

"Pretty much," I said moving away from the counter so Scotty could pay for his own baseball.

Scotty still had Nikki when we walked out of the drug store so I had no choice but to follow him. I didn't mind it though, it gave us a chance to catch up.

"What happened to your lip ring?" Scotty asked with an amused smile. He had been with me the day I got it.

I rolled my eyes and told him about yesterday. He laughed and I punched him lightly in the arm.

"Watch it Marx I got your kid," he teased.

"Whatever Smalls."

"You know I'm actually sorry I missed that," he said after a thoughtful minute.

"What do mean," I gave him a confused look.

"Follow me," he said.

I stopped and playfully yelled, "I have no choice you have my kid!"

I could hear Scotty laugh but I was really paying attention because the Bottle Blonds chose to walk by at that moment. Their leader Amber was the first one to say anything.

"So which one of your brothers is the father?" she asked.

I decided to play dumb; it would be more fun that way.

"What?"

"We just want to know how inbreed your family is," Ava said.

"Yeah," Alexia began, "So which brother is the father?"

I rolled my eyes. I swear these three girls are dumber then a mule. "Just because I'm from Tennessee it doesn't mean that my family is inbreed or that I'm a hick."

Before any of them could answer Scotty called to me. "Are you coming?!?"

I looked towards the sound of his voice and watched as he disappeared around a corner with my youngest brother. I sighed and went after him. I didn't catch with him until he stopped at a rundown old baseball field.

"What's with the kid?" a familiar voice sounded.

Looking in the direction of the voice I saw the big round boy from yesterday. I'm going to kill Scotty for this.

"This is Little Nikki. He's a friend of mine little brother." Scotty said just as I came up behind him.

"You brought a baby to the Sandlot?" a boy with big thick glasses asked and started walking over.

I was still standing behind Scotty when the whole baseball team reached him and Nikki who was now trying to eat his baseball. I repeat the kid is not normal.

"Of course," Scotty said like it was ovibious, "This kid is going to be the next Babe Ruth."

Nikki gave a sort of squeal at that point. I snorted. My snort made Scotty remember that I was there.

"Oh yeah. This is Ellie Marx, Nikki's older sister." Scotty said nodding in my direction. I wonder how he does that when I'm standing behind him.

"You brought a girl to the Sandlot?" the lip ring thief asked, outraged.

"Oh shut up," I said.

He opened his mouth to say something, most likely insulting but Scotty interrupted.

"Ellie is the girl from the drug store. The one with the lip ring," Scotty's amused smile was back.

"That was you?" my lip ring thief asked.

I nodded and pointed to the whole in my lip.

"Oh, then this is yours," he pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to me.

It was my lip ring.

"Thanks," I said slowly and placed it in my pocket.

"I'm being rude," Scotty said. "Let me introduce you to the guys. Hamilton Porter, we call him Ham," he pointed to the big round one, "Michael Palledorous we call him Squints," he pointed to the one with thick glasses, "Alan McClennan we call him Yeah-Yeah," he pointed to a skinny boy, "Kenny DeNunez," he pointed to an African American, "Bertram Grover Weeks," he pointed to a tall skinny one with glasses, "and Tommy and Timmy Timmons," he pointed to two brothers who could of been twins though I'm sure the smaller one is younger.

I nodded. Scotty handed me Nikki and joined the rest of his team.

"We're getting ready to play some ball you wanna join?" Scotty asked.

Before of the guys could say anything I answered, "No, I should really get ho-"

"What's going on?" a voice said from behind.

Turning around I met a pair of brown eyes. They belonged to a tall boy with dark skin, and dark brown hair. I didn't recognize him but I felt like I should of. And when he spoke my breath got caught in my throat.

"Hey," he smiled, "I'm Benny Rodriguez."