Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Sandlot movies.
SPENCER P.O.V.
Once I got home I immediately took a shower to wash away the dirt from my body and mind. It seemed like it was too short of a time before I heard Timber come home. I heard more than just his footsteps though that stomped through the house.
My door opened and before I could yell at whoever it was they already started talking.
"Hey, Spence."
"DP what do you want?" I said with annoyance in my voice.
"I didn't want the rest of your day to be shitty, so I decided to grace you with my presence."
"Well aren't I lucky!"
"Sure are. So what do you think of Evan?" he asked.
"He's nice, I guess," I responded, picking a shirt off of my floor.
"Pretty cute, too, huh?" I laughed at how he sounded like a girl and shrugged my shoulders.
"Who's here?"
"Um, me, your brother, Tommy, Evan, Two Ton and Wings," his voice dropped on the last name.
"I'm not going downstairs if that's why you came up here," I told him.
"You really think I would do that to you?" he mocked hurt. I stepped up to his figure and looked up, considering he was taller than me.
"Yes, I really do. For all I know-" I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence because he had already picked me up and started heading downstairs.
"I love it how short you are." The smile was evident in his voice as we bounced down the stairs.
"I hate you," I told him.
"Hey, boys, look what I found!" I was set down on top of our counter. This was the same spot last year where Joshua and Wings got into a fight. I cringed at the memory.
"Nice of you to finally join us, Ms. Spencer," Tommy said, walking over to me.
"What do you boys have planned?" I saw the look in each of their eyes, although I refused to meet Wings'.
"Nothing special," Two Ton rocked back and forth on his heels.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm about to be scarred for life?" I backed up against the cabinets.
"What do you think we're going to do, torture you?" Timber asked.
"Shall we recall the time you guys dumped cold water on me to wake me up? Or that time when you poured vinegar in my perfume bottle when I was about to go on my date with Ricky Pressler? Oh, how about when you scared the shit out of me when we were at the movies?"
"Oh, pish posh." I rolled my eyes at Two Ton. I noticed that this was the first time I had saw Wings crack a smile. Oh, how I had missed that perfect smile. No, Spencer, stop! You can't think of him that way anymore.
"We just wanted to know if you wanted to come to the movies with us, no scaring this time," Tommy said. I looked hesitantly at them.
"Pinky promise?" I held out my pinky in Tommy's direction.
"Spencer, I'm not four years old."
"Or a girl," Two Ton laughed and I glared in his direction. I looked back at Tommy expectantly.
"Stop looking at me like that!" he cried at I continued to stare. "Alright, fine!" he gaveme his pinky and I locked them together.
"What are we even seeing?" I asked once we were out on the street.
"Whatever movie we can sneak into," DP answered. I rolled my eyes.
"Would it kill you guys to actually buy tickets? I hope that when you get girlfriends you can actually pay for your dates."
"You can cook for me and my girlfriend," Timber teased.
"Hey, I would pay for our dates," Wings said. I felt eyes on me but just continued walking.
WINGS P.O.V.
I saw the way that this Evan kid was looking at Spencer. She was still mine and he had to know that.
"Hey, I would pay for our dates." Everyone looked at Spencer as she continues to walk: completely unaffected by what I said.
"Smooth," DP said, walking past. I grabbed his arm before he could walk away.
"When do you think I should tell her?" I asked.
"I don't know, but you better do it soon," he gestured to Evan and Spencer laughing together.
"Do you think she's still into me at all?" I asked.
"Wings, she cries almost every night. I hear it from my room. She still dreams about you, still compares every guy to you, still wishes you two were dating." I looked at DP with seriousness.
"You're sure?" I asked. He nodded.
"She hasn't been the same for almost a year, Wings, you make her complete," he walked off and rejoined the rest of the group.
Wow. I can't believe it. Spencer still actually cares about me. I smiled and jogged ahead to catch up.
"Come on, guys, let's go through the bathroom," Tommy suggested.
"And where do you suggest I go?" Spencer said.
"Uh, the-"
"Don't even say it. That's gross."
"Come on, don't be such a girl, Spencer," Two Ton groaned.
"Fine, I'll find my own way in," she humphed and stomped around the corner of the theater. We all looked at each other and followed closely behind her, not wanting to miss this.
We saw her find a side door to the theater where we could all sneak in with ease. She opened a door and you heard the sound of the movie
She smirked towards us and we all went towards the door. Spencer went in first and I was stuck holding the door in the back of the line. As Timber slipped in before me I quickly checked behind me before walking into the door, trying to be as sneaky as possible.
I saw the boys slowly going to an empty row of seats, trying not to be suspicious. Eventually it was just Spencer, Evan, and I. I told him to go and he obliged after glancing at Spencer, looking her up ad down.
Spencer was just about to go to the seats when we saw an usher with a flashlight go up and down the rows checking for tickets.
I swiftly put my hand over Spencer's mouth and pinned her against a wall so she wouldn't be seen or heard. The look in her eyes was a mix of lust and anger. She was torn.
I slowly removed my hand from her mouth and was bending down to reach her height. Her eyes were locked on mine as I quickly flashed them down to her lips. I leaned in ever so slightly before she brought her hand back and it made contact with my cheek. She only had pure anger now.
"Guys, come on!" Timber yelled. She stalked off towards them and I jogged to catch up, my hand on my face.
"What happened to you," DP chuckled.
"Spencer," I said glumly. Not a very good step for our relationship.
SPENCER P.O.V.
Timber was looking from my eyes to my lips, something he always used to do before he kissed me. For a split second I wish he would, but then I thought of his kissing that cheerleader.
He leaned in the slightest bit and before I could stop myself I slapped him across the face, and it felt damn good.
"Guys, come on!" my brother called. I followed after them at a slower pace, raging with anger. The nerve of him, trying to kiss me. I heard DP laughing as Wings explained his pain. Good, he deserved it.
"Didn't think you had it in you, Spencer," DP said, coming up behind me.
"Shut up, DP," I said.
"Oh, come on. Can't you at least give him a chance to explain?" he asked.
"In his dreams," I said, walking away even angrier than before.
