Disclaimer: I do not own The Sandlot, only my oc's
Kit quietly stumbled around the hallway, making her way to her mother's room. It was currently 8:30 a.m. and she was supposed to meet with the guys outside at the end of the street.
"Hair tie, I need a hair tie." Kit looked at the dresser, none. She looked in the closet and in her mother's nightstand. She crouched down and placed her hand under her bed hoping to find a lost hair tie. Her hand came in contact with something hard and smooth. Kit furrowed her eyebrows before pulling said object out. It was an old leather photo album with ribbons on the side to hold it together. Curiosity got the better of her and she opened it up.
There was a picture of a group of kids, and in the back was what looked like… the sandlot. Kit's mouth went ajar when she recognized one of them as Squints and another as her own mother.
"Holy…" Kit flipped through the albums seeing pictures of the other kids playing baseball, in a treehouse, with a dog, and in the very back was a picture of a younger version of her mother and a boy. A boy Kit knew she'd seen before. Kit's head snapped up when she heard footsteps coming towards the door. She quickly stuffed the album under the bed and quickly stood up just as the door opened.
"Kiley, I've been looking for you. There are two boys downstairs waiting for you," Her mother said with a knowing smile, "One of 'em is Wings." Kit narrowed her eyes at her mom as she felt heat starting to rise to her cheeks.
"Do not even go there." Kit said before running out the door and down the stairs. There she saw Wings and Two Ton sitting at the dining tables helping themselves to some pancakes her mom prepared.
"Really? You come to my house just to eat my food?" Kit said with raised eyebrows
"Yeah, thaffs fee onfee feasen I'm fwiends wiff oo." Two Ton said through a full mouth of food. Wings slapped the back of his head as Kit rolled her eyes.
"Whatcha guys doing here anyways? You know besides stealing my food." Kit said as she ripped a piece of pancake from Wing's plate and placed it in her mouth.
"We're gonna go find Tommy to do some more persuading." Wings said leaning back in his chair.
"Maybe you can do some persuading too Kit, if you know what I mean." Two Ton suggested wiggling his eyebrows up and down. Wings glared as Kit scowled at him before taking Two Ton's plate and throwing it in the sink. Two Ton made a noise of protest.
"No more for you, let's go." Kit said pulling on Two Ton's ear. Wings followed behind them laughing.
"ow ow ow I was ow kidding!"
The three met up with the others guys as they rode their bikes out to the diner in search for Tommy. They pulled up just in time to see E.J. and his team facing Tommy.
"Saved by the calvary," E.J. whistled as they piled behind Tommy.
"Is there a problem here?" Kit asked moving to stand beside Tommy.
"Nothing to worry your pretty little head over," E.J. sneered. Kit glared at him and Wings and Two Ton held her back just in case.
"Excuse me?!" Kit hissed trying to break free of their grasp. Tommy glanced down slightly scared of the small girl.
"I don't need them to take on you," Tommy said glancing back at the others.
"You'll need anything you can get your hands on Santa smelly," E.J. said slightly pushing Tommy. Kit and Two Ton shared an unamused look.
"Ok look, I'm not gonna get into this sophomoric name calling game with a kid; frankly it's beneath me." Tommy said trying to avoid it. E.J. looked a bit dumfounded but recovered quickly.
"Well, maybe it's because you're a lamoid loser with pimple breath." E.J. countered looking impressed with himself.
"That's an intelligent comeback, got anymore Einstein or is that all your pea brain is capable of?" Tommy said. Kit whistled as the guys started murmuring about how good that was. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't impressed how calm and collected Tommy was right now.
"You know, you should spend more time working on your baseball skills than your weak insults," E.J. said as he tried to remain calm but Kit could tell he was about to blow his top off.
"Insulting you isn't work."
"Oh yeah?"
"It comes pretty easy."
"Dog face, turd mouth, rotten face, bone head," E.J. started getting up in Tommy's face.
"Ignorant, pathetic, sociopath in training," Tommy shot back.
"Way to use your vocab Tommy," Kit smiled as she pumped her fist in the air. Tommy smiled back looking very pleased with himself.
"At least my girlfriend doesn't wear a collar," E.J. smirked back at Kit before moving back to Tommy. Wing's grip on Kit tightened as Kit and the guys openly glared at him.
"I hear your girlfriend got kicked out of an ugly contest because they said no professionals allowed," Tommy shot back as he defended Kit. He's not gonna lie, she kind of grew on him.
"Oh ok, now is it true your mother smacked the doctor when you were born?"
"Oh, speaking of mothers, do you guys need another player? Cause my mom plays ball better than all you fools."
Kit narrowed her eyes as E.J. leaned closer to Tommy, "At least my mom's not sick." Tommy went pale. It wasn't intended for anyone but Tommy to hear but Kit heard it anyways. She fought against Wing's and Two Ton's grip.
"If you guys don't let me hurt the little scum bag, someone's losing a head!" Kit snapped as she lunged for E.J. The whole team, minus Tommy, all grabbed her in an attempt to hold her down. Kit was busy fighting against the guys' hold while the guys were busy trying to keep Kit from committing murder.
"You ever say somethin' like that again, I will ruin you," Tommy threatened.
"Oh yeah?"
"Don't mess with me on this E.J." Tommy said looking down on the uniformed boy. Kit couldn't hear the rest of Tommy's threat because the guys dog piled on top of her to keep her down.
"And you weirdo," They guys and Kit's head popped up from the dog pile to see E.J. glaring at Ryan, "Next time be a man and fight or own battles." Kit once again tried to get out from under the guys.
"Say that again E.J.! Say that when I'm not restrained because I know you won't like the result!" Kit yelled from underneath. E.J. silently gulped but gathered the rest of his dignity and moved out with his team. The guys up from the dog pile and Kit brushed off any dirt form her clothes as she stood up.
"I could've totally handled him." Kit huffed.
"Yeah we know, that's why we held you down so you don't get charged for murder." Two Ton rolled his eyes as the team nodded.
"You ok man?" Tommy asked Ryan. Ryan smiled up at him and nodded.
"Do we get to play him?" Tommy asked riled up.
"Guaranteed," Kit said glaring at E.J.'s retreating back. They all looked at Tommy for an answer.
"I'm in."
Kit could see the sandlot from across the street. She was about to cross when she heard someone calling out her name. She turned around and much to her surprise it was Tommy.
"uh hey," Ki said as he caught up with her. The two of them started walking towards the sandlot.
"Hey, I wanted to thank you for uh trying to back me up today. You know aside from the whole you trying to kill E.J., I appreciate it." Tommy said looking down at her. She merely shrugged.
"No biggie, you defended Ryan so you're good in my books. Besides you defended my honor," She teased in a fake southern accent pretending to be flattered.
"Yeah just so we're clear I don't really see you like that." Tommy said but quickly added, "Not that you're not attractive or anything, you're just not really my type." Kit snorted in amusement.
"Good, cause I have no interest in you whatsoever." Kit said rolling her eyes.
"Yeah I know, you like Wings right?" Tommy asked honestly curious, but there was a hint of teasing. Kit's eyes widened and she glared at him.
"Who the hell told you?!" Kit yelled at him, not acknowledging that she just gave it away. That only caused Tommy to laugh. They finally reached the sandlot.
"You know what, you suck too." Kit huffed before running to the others. Tommy only continued to laugh.
That day Tommy helped the team and taught them ways to improve. Kit sat in the dugout and occasionally came out to walk around the field to watch the guys. Tommy was currently showing Timber how to throw a two-seam.
"Come on Timber let's go!" Wings ushered. He was up at the bat with D.P. crouched behind him.
"Right down the middle!" D.P. reminded. Timber pitched it into D.P.'s glove and D.P. pulled his glove off, trying to shake off the pain.
"Ugh Timber! Take it easy!" He complained as Wings backed away.
"Come on D.P. you're such a wimp. Get in the game!" Two Ton shouted from across the field. Kit ran a hand down her face. There's no way they were winning the championship.
"What're whining about?! Why don't you come and play catcher that's where you belong anyhow!" D.P. argued. Kit glanced at Tommy and Timber as the three shared a look of annoyance.
"Just because I'm husky, doesn't mean I have to play catcher." Two Ton said.
"Two Ton," Wok started.
"What?"
"You're not husky."
"See," Two Ton said, happy that someone took his side.
"You're fat." Roll finished. Kit couldn't help but let a small laugh out.
"That's it," Two Ton said, "let's go Wok and Roll; right here right now, c'mere." Two Ton started chasing the two boys around the field. The team stared at them until Tommy had enough.
"Guys! Can we play some baseball?!" Tommy yelled in frustration. Tommy looked at Kit for help. Kit gave out a long sigh before getting up from the dugout and running over to Two Ton. She grabbed him by the ear and started dragging him back to position.
"Ok ok ow! You can let go now!" Two Ton whined as she let go of his ear. She pointed two fingers at her eyes and then back at him to let him know she was watching.
"C'mon Timber, just pretend I'm not here," Wings said as Kit sat back down in the dugout, "just try to hit my bat ok?"
"This is not going to end well," Kit mumbled to herself. Timber ended up pitching to the wrong bat. Kit fell off the bench in laughter, clutching her stomach as tears rolled down her cheeks. Wings dropped his bat and cried out in pain. All the guys cringed while Kit was trying to calm herself.
"Sorry," Timber apologized, cringing. Wings dropped to his knees and onto the ground, covering his sensitive area.
"Wrong bat Timber," Wings squeaked. Kit finally got up from her spot on the ground and ran towards Timber, Q, and Tommy.
"What are we gonna do about Timber's control problem?" Q asked as the guys continued to stare at Wings.
"I've got an idea," Kit said smiling mischievously. Tommy, Q, and Timber looked at her curiously before their attention moved back to Wings.
"Timber if I live, you're dead," Wings managed to squeak out making Kit snort in laughter again.
"Yeaaah, you guys should probably go get some cups first," Kit advised and the guys ran off to find one.
"So this idea of yours Kit?" Tommy asked looking back at her.
"Give me a day and I'll get back to you," Kit said before walking back to the dugout. Wings join her still hissing in pain.
"You ok there?" Kit asked amusement clear in her voice. Wings managed to let a squeak out again.
"Why don't you kiss it all better Kit!" Two Ton yelled from across the field. Kit flushed, grabbed a ball, and chucked it at his head.
"Ow!"
"Didn't your mom ever teach you not to say vulgar stuff Two Ton!" Kit yelled. She nodded at Wok and Roll. They nodded back and walked beside Two Ton to continue to annoy him.
A/N
I'm so glad to get such positive feedback from you guys! This story is halfway done though so if you have any suggestions on what I should start next please let me know! I love you guys soooo much and thanks for sticking to this story for so long!
