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HERE'S CHAPTER TWO!
Dwight rushed over to the batter's plate to assist Angela in getting to their dugout. "You're doing fantastic D." She said, her breathing shallow.
"You too Monkey, be sure to take a couple puffs of Albuterol when we get in the dugout." Angela nodded and let him help her remove her arm pads and helmet before she went in to get her inhaler.
"Great job Dwight!" Kelly exclaimed running over and giving him a half hug.
"I'm only participating Miss. Kapoor. Please contain yourself." Dwight muttered shoving her away.
"Phyllis!" Michael shouted. "You are up to bat first. Then Kevin, then Pammy, and then it shall be Oscar!"
Relieved that he got to have a moment alone with her, Dwight wandered over and sat next to Angela on the bench. "You feeling alright?" He asked quietly. Angela shook her head and put her inhaler back in her bag.
"Why do I have to be catcher? I'm burning up!" She growled.
"Well, for starters, you were the only person who could fit in the only catcher's uniform we could acquire."
"You call this FITTING?"
"It's for a ten year-old boy…"
Angela looked down at herself engulfed in the uniform sadly. "This game's stupid."
IIII
Phyllis had hit a double, and then Kevin struck out. Pam and Oscar both got singles, which brought Phyllis home making the score 1-0.
"Alright, next up is Stanley Manley, and then Angela Martin!" Michael yelled pointing at the small blonde. Dwight smiled at her sympathetically as he helped remove the rest of her padding.
"Good luck Monkey."
Angela gave him a scowl as she picked up the bat that he'd bought especially for her. As she stepped in the batter's circle she noted that the pitcher, was a woman who doubled her in height and width. Thank god it's not a contact sport.
Stanley bunted the ball about two feet away from the plate and darted to first base. Angela groaned when she saw that the bases were loaded, "Of course." She muttered walking over to the plate and hoisting the bat over her shoulder.
She made quick eye contact with Dwight who gave her a reassuring nod. The woman wound it up and pitched the ball at her with such force that she jumped back in shock.
"STRIKE!" The umpire shouted, Angela turned and glared at him before refocusing on the pitcher. The pitcher barely waited for the small batter to be ready before she chucked another ball at her.
Angela didn't even bother swinging. "You…are awful…" She shouted.
"Focus Monkey." A voice rang from the dugout. Angela shook her head and poised herself for another pitch.
When the ball came at her this time, she was able to swing. Not thinking she would actually make contact with anything, Angela was shocked when she felt the tip of the bat smack the ball. She could see the white object fly through the air right past the pitcher.
After a stunned moment, the woman took off towards first base and jumped onto it without getting out. She smiled when she saw Pam had made it home and Stanley to second, but not without Oscar getting out on third.
"ANGELA!" Boomed an excited voice. She looked over to see Dwight rushing up to give her a high five. "That was fantastic Monkey!" He praised her, his face glowing with pride.
"Thank you." She said shyly kicking the plate with her feet.
"Keep it up!" He shouted behind him as he rushed back into the dugout. Angela continued to smile until she saw the first baseman giving her a strange look.
"What?" She demanded.
Michael sighed from the batter's circle, "I put myself after Angela so I would look better." He muttered looking up at the camera sheepishly.
As the boss walked up to the plate he stood facing left field. "I bat lefty." He announced to anyone who cared to listen, "Because I'm unique…and mysterious." The catcher gave him a weird look.
After three almost perfect pitches, Dunder Mifflin got their third out.
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