A/N: Alright here we go! I don't know if anyone reads this, but I like writing it. If any of you have an suggestions as to what happens next please tell me, because inspiration is failing me at the moment.
Play Ball!
I woke up and threw on some clothes before running downstairs to see my mom making pancakes, "Hi, sweetie, how was your day yesterday?"
"It was good, I watched some kids play baseball," I shrugged. My mom smiled and set a plate in front of me.
After my mom left for work I decided to take a walk, and maybe stop by the sandlot. As I walked down the street I heard my name yelled, "Kayla!" I turned around and saw Benny running up to me.
"Hi, what are you doing here?"
"Turns out I live two houses down from you," he smiled.
"Cool! So where are you headed?" I fell into step beside him.
"The sandlot, wanna come?"
"Um, I don't play," I said nervously.
"So, we need a cheerleader," he threw me a smile and I couldn't help but return it, "What do you say?"
"Alright, but I'm no cheerleader."
He laughed, "Deal!"
I smirked before looking ahead, "Race ya!" we both took off running and he was in front of me most of the way.
We stopped at the alley way laughing, "I won!"
"Definitely," I laughed. We regained our composure, "If you didn't win I think I would've gotten lost," I confessed.
"I wouldn't have let that happen," he said. "Come on," he led me down the alley way and we came to the well-used diamond I had seen before.
"Benny about time you showed up man!" the kid with dark glasses yelled as we came. It was then they all noticed Benny and then me.
"Benny, man, what'ch yo' done bringing a girl here?" the pitcher asked.
"Yeah-Yeah, what's she doin' here?"
"This is Kayla Miller, and she's going to watch the game today," Benny told them. I smiled shyly to them.
"So this is the girl you told us about yesterday Benny?" I recognized this one as Smalls, the only one I knew besides Benny, well his name.
"Yeah, man. Kayla, this is Michael Palledorous we call him Squints, Alan McClellan we call him Yeah-Yeah, Hamilton Porter, Ham, Scotty Smalls, Timmy, and his younger brother Tommy Timmons, Bertram Weeks, and Kenny DeNunez." Benny said and each guy spit, with the exception of Scotty, with their name being called, Squints doing it twice. "Alright what are we doing here let's play ball!"
They all took their positions and I went over and sat by the dugout. Benny smiled over at me as he got up to bat. "Squints throw to third!" he called before hitting it deep to right field. Squints caught the ball and threw it expertly to third where Benny, who had ran over caught it.
The game continued on and I noticed the skill levels of each player. Kenny was probably one of the best the others weren't bad except for Smalls. He wasn't terrible but he wasn't good either. I could tell he was learning though.
Eventually they all took a short break, and Benny came over to me, "You ok Kayla?"
"Yep. You guys play pretty well," I said as we walked over to the others.
"Yeah-Yeah, thanks, babe, but the shortstop is the hardest position," Yeah-Yeah bragged smiling flirtatiously at me.
"Since when?" I asked. I knew the position wasn't easy but it wasn't the hardest.
The others chuckled at my comment and Yeah-Yeah gave up. "What is the hardest position?" Smalls asked.
"Catcher," I said before anyone else did.
"It is?"
"Yeah, because you have to stand up and get back down quickly, and you have to catch the ball and throw it with every pitch," I shrugged. The others all stood with mouths partially agape.
"How do you know that?" Benny asked.
"My dad liked baseball, and so did my brother and my brother played so I watched a lot of his games and I picked up stuff from them."
"So you really know a lot don't you?" Kenny asked.
"Yup."
"Alright guys let's get out there again!" Benny called.
"Yeah let's go!" the others ran out to the field while I walked back to the dugout.
Ham picked up the bat and the game began again.
As the sun started slowly sinking in the sky the day was called over and everyone began getting ready to leave. Benny caught up to me again and walked next to me, "Is there something you need, or do you just like chasing me?" I asked.
"What, no-!" I could've sworn he blushed a little when I said that.
"Benny I'm teasing you," I laughed. Benny sighed relieved that I was only teasing.
Benny's POV
I watched as Kayla laughed. She was pretty with her brown hair and blue eyes. I snapped out my thoughts as I realized we had stopped at her house, "Benny?"
"Yeah?"
"You don't mind if I come tomorrow do you? And maybe bring my scorekeeper's book?"
"No, of course not. And you want to keep score?" I asked surprised she even knew how.
"Uh-huh. I like doing, but I haven't done it in a while, since my brother lives with my dad."
"Oh yeah. If you want to you can." She nodded. "Kayla? Do you want a nickname? Not that you need one but if you want one is all." I mentally cursed at my own nervous rambling. Wait, why was I nervous?
She smiled, "Sure, my mom calls me Kay a lot, or Kaykay either one is fine."
"Alright later, Kay," I turned and began walking home.
"Bye Benny."
Kayla's POV
"Bye, Benny," I called and watched him walk home for a moment before heading to mine.
I don't know what there was about him but something was special. It may have been the way he looked at me and how he always seemed to smile when talking to me.
I climbed the porch and entered the house and found my mom cooking. "Hi, have fun?"
"Yeah, hey Mom? Do you know where my scorebook is?"
"Your scorebook, why?"
"I told one of the guys I would keep score tomorrow."
"It's in the box with your other notebooks."
"Thanks!" I went upstairs and eventually found the scorebook.
I opened up the page and found the remnants of previous games I kept score of. They became more complete as I did more because the couch had asked me to be the team's official score keeper. I found the last one and it was half finished. I remembered the game well, it was the game… I shook my head ignoring the memory.
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