AN: Thanks for all the reviews. Since everyone wanted me to update again today, here it is. I'll do my best to make the chapters longer or I may combine their point of views. I'm experimenting here!

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For the Love of the Game-Chapter 5

During the National Anthem I couldn't stop searching the crowd for the brown eyes that had invaded my thoughts and couldn't seem to escape from my mind. Jasper and Emmett kept making fun of me until I reminded them of their fiancées that were currently sitting in the stands that they dedicated each of their home runs to. That seemed to shut them up for awhile. I knew that those girls, even though I didn't like fifth wheeling with them, were going to come in handy someday and today seemed to be that day for me.

The National Anthem ended and I had to take the field. I must admit by this time I was pumped and ecstatic. This Opening Day had to be the best one yet. I was running out to centerfield when I saw her. It took me by complete surprise to see her sitting in the outfield. She was sitting in the front row out. I thought it was pretty ironic, but maybe she planned it. What did I know? I couldn't have been happier at that moment. I silently laughed to myself at how she gets to stare at my butt for nine innings and I hope she enjoys the view. I warmed my arm up with the right fielder for a while with a huge smile on my face. It was time to throw the balls in, but for some reason I couldn't do it. I turned around and searched for her eyes, but I already had an idea of where she was at. When I found them, I tossed the ball towards her, while saying a prayer that she would catch it, and when she caught it I smiled at her and tried to subtly wink at her. I guess I wasn't so subtle after all because then I heard lots of squeals and the girls around her began pestering the girl whose name I didn't even know. Focus. Edward you have to focus. I kept telling myself. Hopefully I could focus on the game and not on the girl.

The top half of the inning seemed like it dragged on forever. We had one strike-out, a walk, someone hit it out to left field, but I didn't catch it, a full count that became a walk (that meant there was one batter in scoring position, great) then someone hit the ball straight away to center field. I ran as far back as I could to the wall, jumped up and caught it. If it weren't for that play it would have been a home run. Glad my focus was on the game. Then before, I ran in, I caught the eyes of my dream girl, that's what I'm going to call her from now on, since I have no idea what her name is, then winked at her again. This time there were no squeals from anyone else around her. I finally managed to be subtle.

As I ran into the dugout to get ready to bat I thought about how happy Carlisle and Esme probably were because there was a smile back on my face. Yes, I love the game of baseball, but something was just missing and I think that something might be that girl that is currently sitting out in center field. I would have to find a way to meet her. Was she one of the fans that are always getting autographs after the game? Did she always come to games early? How big of a fan is she? Does she sometimes travel with the team? There were so many questions that I had and they were all going to be unanswered until I met her. I knew that I couldn't think too much about all of the things that I wanted to ask her. It was important that I focus on this game, so we could start the season on the right foot. Then I could focus on the girl and start my non-existent relationship life on the right foot.

Once I was in the dugout, I ripped my hat off not in anger from the game, but frustration that came from the fact my thoughts were still be invaded by some girl that I know nothing about except for the fact that she wears a jersey with my name on the back and sits out in centerfield. I put my helmet on and grabbed a bat and headed for the on deck circle, I mean at least I get a few practice swings. On my way there, Jasper caught my attention and said, "She stays after the games to get autographs. I've seen her. Just play for her." Just what I needed, some more information to distract me. But, he was right, I should play for her. I'd been playing for myself and my family for so long that I needed to mix it up and play for someone else. My stomach was doing back flips at that point. I've never been more nervous in my life. Now I knew how I would meet her. I would give her my autograph and maybe my phone number too. This girl could be the one for me. She just had to be. I could feel it in the depths of my soul. I guess you could call the feeling that I was experiencing love at first sight and even though that sounds super cheesy for a Major League Baseball player, it was coming down to that.

Once I was done taking my practice swings, I headed to the batter's box, focused on just getting on base. I wasn't focused for very long though because even from where I was standing I could see her sitting in her seat, fidgeting, hoping that I would get a hit. Bring it back. Focus on the game. Not the girl. The game. Alright. I was ready. First pitch, off the plate breaking ball. Ball one. Second pitch, high fastball. Ball two. Third pitch, curveball, missed swinging. Strike one. Fourth pitch, fastball right down the middle. That was the pitch I was looking for. They say you have to wait for your pitch and that one was it. I made contact and watched as it went to the left fielder. I hit the ground running and ran to first base as quickly as I could with my eye still on the ball. I watched as it kept going back and back and then I realized I hit a home run. As I was running around second, I saw that out in center field my dream girl was on her feet, jumping up and down, clapping and cheering. I pointed in that direction and smiled. I hit it for her and I wasn't even trying to. I had to let her know that it was for her. I was hoping that the people were not going to take it too far and maybe they would just think that I was thanking God around second base or something. I didn't want anyone trying to find this girl and talk to her and gossip about her. With my home-run the Mariners were up 1-0 after the first batter in the first inning. This should be interesting. Emmett and Jasper both bat after me and they both have some power in them. We could really open this game up and it has barely even started. I am really looking forward to how the rest of this game pans out.

Jasper was waiting at home plate for me and we did our infamous handshake as I crossed the plate. As I returned to the dugout everyone was giving me high-fives and congratulating me for my home-run. I walked over to the bench, got myself some water and ran my hands through my bronze locks a few times before I sat down. I sat down trying to mentally prepare myself for the rest of the game. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hit home-runs every time that I went up to bat, but I didn't think along those lines for very long because just like the rest of the day so far, my mind went back to the brown haired, brown eyed unknown girl that has caught my attention. I couldn't wait to get back out to the field and be within a few feet of her.