I'm so sorry, guys! Seriously, I am really sorry. I have been not only busy, but my energy to write this story just plummeted these last few days! I don't know what happened, but I hope this long chapter will make it up to you.

Oh, and Happy 4th of July! This chapter totally fits the setting of today!


That was a week ago. My anorexia vanished, and I was happy once again. June quietly slid into July, bringing unbearable heat with it. On July third, Jordan and I were sitting on the couch, playing Call of Duty. We were just talking about random things, when he asked:

"Do you like baseball?"

I stared at him.

"I guess. I've never played it, and I've never been to a game. It's better than football, I guess." He nodded, and a grin was tugging at his lips.

"Why?" I asked.

"Oh, no reason." He said, grinning. I killed him on Call of Duty, and he frowned at me.

"Tell me." I said. He sighed, still grinning.

"I got an email from Machinima asking me if I can take place in this baseball game thing on the fourth of July. Whoever wins get's a really cool prize."

Oh god, sports.

I was horrible at sports. I would always make a fool of myself in front of everyone everytime I tried to do well, and embarrass myself. It became kind of a constant thing, and after tenth grade, I had the option to ditch gym. I was extremely happy.

"Cool! Are you going to play in it?" I asked.

"I dunno. I was waiting for an ok from you, to be honest." He said.

"From me? Why?"

"I was wondering if you had other plans."

I snorted.

"Other plans? I have absolutley nothing planned for the fourth. I think you should do it, Jordan."

He smiled. "I'm glad you think so. There will be two teams. We'll pick them when we are there, and we're allowed to bring one guest to play with us." A wicked grin appeared on his face. "And you'll never guess who I'm bringing."

Oh no. I stared at him in horror.

"I suck at sports, Jordan." I said.

"You can't be that bad."

"Oh, I'm that bad."

"Come on, Kris. Please." He gave me puppy dog eyes, and my resolve shattered like glass. I sighed deeply. If I didn't love him so much, I would be pissed.

"Fine." I said. He hugged me, and I grinned.

"But only on one condition." I said once he released me. He made a face.

"What condition?" He asked. I killed him again in Call of Duty, and he frowned again.

"We go see fireworks afterwards." I said smugly. He rolled his eyes, but grinned all the same.
-

The morning of July fourth, I was worried. No matter how many times Jordan tried to console me, I was still nervous. I was going to make a fool out of myself in front of everyone. Jordan told me that we were playing at the local park's baseball diamond, and the game would start at twelve. At eleven forty five, Jordan and I left the apartment and walked to the park. I was wearing shorts and my minecraft t-shirt. As we approached the park, I saw some people I knew from YouTube. SkydoesMinecraft, AntVenom, Syndicate, xRpmx13, Nick, Mark, ChimneySwift, IhasCupquake, and other people I didn't know.

"Hey Jordan!" Ryan shouted. I saw Jordan grin, and I smiled. He took my hand, and we began to walk towards them. As we drew nearer, I saw Mark and Nick staring at me. I looked at Jordan, and he didn't seem to pay attention.

"Hey Kris." Mark said. I smiled at him.

"Hey Mark." I said. Jordan looked at us.

"I thought you lived in Minnesota." Mark said. I saw Jordan blush, and I grinned.

"Yeah, I did, but I moved back." I said.

"Good. I thought Jordan was going to lose it with you gone." Mark said. "He started-"

"Mark," Jordan warned. Mark fell silent, and I glanced at Jordan.

"You what?" I asked. "It's not important." Jordan said quickly. I was still confused, but Jordan dragged me over to where Ryan(xRpmx13), Adam(SkydoesMinecraft), and Taylor(AntVenom) were. Their eyes drifted to me, confusion in them.

"Hey, Jordan," Adam asked. "Who's this?"

I felt my cheeks grow warm. This was making me nervous, and it probably didn't help that it was really hot out.

"This is my girlfriend, Kris." He said. Adam raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend. Didn't you just tell us that the only person you truly loved was someone named Chris?" Adam must have thought Chris was a guy's name. How mortifying.

"This is Kris." Jordan said, showing our interlocked hands.

"Oh. Sorry." Adam said, blushing. I grinned.

"It's fine. I get it all the time." I said. He smiled, and someone blew a whistle. Jordan and I looked over, and saw a guy standing on the pitchers mound with a whistle in his mouth.

"Captains!" The man shouted.

"That's me." Jordan said. He kissed me lightly on the cheek, released my hand, and walked over to the guy. Adam also walked over. I silently discovered that the ones with the most subscribers were the ones who were the captains.

"Captains, if you brought a guest, than they can join you." Jordan motioned at me, and I gulped. Crap. Crowds. I walked over to Jordan, keeping my eyes off of everyone staring at me. When I reached Jordan, him and Adam began picking their team members. After picking the teams, Jordan brought us over to the bench.

"We're batting first, which means we'll be fielding last." Jordan informed us. I looked around at our team. We had Ryan, Mark, Adam(Seananners), Taylor, Tiffany(IhasCupquake), and a few other people I don't know. A whistle blew somewhere, and Jordan looked to home plate. The umpire was standing there, looking all important.

"Okay, it's go time." Jordan said. He began placing people at different positions on the field, and they went to them. Left on the bench were Tiffany and me.

"Wow, you really know what you're doing, Jordan." I said in amazement. He shrugged, but smiled just the same.

"I've been strategizing for a while, actually. When Joel told me that I would be Captain, I've been looking at diagrams and strategy's of MLB games. I really want to win, believe it or not." He said. Tiffany crossed her arms.

"You're a sexist pig, Jordan." She said. I looked at her, slightly angry. Jordan raised an eyebrow, but he looked like he was hiding a grin.

"And why am I a sexist pig?" Jordan asked.

"The only two girls on the team are bench warmers, apparently." She said. I frowned. She had a point.

"Yeah, why is that, Jordan?" I asked.

"Jordan! Stop flirting and get on with the game!" Mark shouted. Jordan blushed, and went on the field. Tiffany and I giggled. As the first inning played out, Tiffany and I were talking.

"How long have you been dating Jordan?" She asked.

"Five months. Six if you count July." I said. She nodded, and smiled.

"I remember when I met Jordan. He was the slightly introverted new kid with a girly name, but now look at him. He has more subscribers than all of us." She said. I nodded, and watched as Jordan caught a fly ball that Adam(SkydoesMinecraft) hit.

"I've never known Jordan to be introverted, to be honest with you." I said to Tiffany. She smiled.

"It's amazing how people change. It makes me sad sometimes, thinking of how much things have changed. We were beginning to worry, you know."

I tore my attention from the game to look at her.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"We were beginning to worry if he spends so much time recording and stuff, that he wouldn't have enough time to get a girlfriend. We were worried that he was working too hard, in other words. I was extremely happy when he told me he had a girlfriend, to be completely honest with you." She said. I nodded, my brain mulling over what she had just told me.
-

The eight innings played out somewhat smoothly. Mark had gotten hurt sliding into home, so he was on the bench with me instead of Tiffany.

"Hey Mark," I asked. He looked at me. "What were you saying before?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, before the game started. Before Jordan interrupted us."

"Oh, that. Yeah, when you left, we were on Skype, playing a map. Jordan was, like, really quiet. We asked him what was wrong, but then he started crying."

Okay, back up.

Jordan was crying? In front of his friends?
"Was he seriously?" I asked, shocked.

"Yup. He told us that you moved to Minnesota, and that he couldn't see you whenever he wanted, which was all the time." Mark said. I nodded, amazed. The eighth inning slid into the ninth, and my team was up by one point. It was the bottom of the ninth, and something really bad happened.

Adam was batting, and he hit the ball really hard. It went soaring through the field at seventy-five mile an hour speed. Jordan wasn't paying attention...

And it hit him hard in the shoulder.

The image flashed before my eyes. Jordan fell, clutching his bleeding shoulder. I stood up, not really caring what would happen, and I ran onto the field. I was screaming Jordan's name, and I saw other people following me. I ran as fast as I could to him, and knelt by him. He was shaking, and I tried to take his hand off of his shoulder. He threw off my hand, and groaned in pain.

"Jordan!" I heard screams behind me. I didn't care. I took his hand off of his shoulder, and saw a huge bruise blooming. I cursed, and shouted for someone to bring me an ice-pack. Someone did, and I put it on Jordan's shoulder.

"What should we do now?" Someone asked."Should he keep playing."
That ticked me off.

"He can't play like this! He's hurt!" I said, anger leaking into my voice.

"Than you have to play for him, Kris." I heard Tiffany say.

"Fine. Whatever." I said, helping him stand up. We walked over to the bench, and Jordan sat down.

"You okay, Jordan?" Mark asked when we got over.

"Hell no." Jordan said. I giggled.

"You have to play for him, Kris." Mark said. I nodded, and grabbed a glove. I had no idea what I was doing, but I went to the outfield. There were two outs, and Juicetra was hitting. He hit, and the ball went soaring. It was coming right at me. Crap! I put my glove up, and shut my eyes. Don't hit me, I thought desperately. Please don't hit me!

Something hard hit my glove, and the field was totally silent. I opened my eyes, and looking in my glove.

Holy crap, I had caught the ball.

Cheers erupted around me, I smiled. We won! I looked over at the dugout, and saw Jordan. He was standing up, an icepack pressed against his shoulder. He smiled, and motioned for me to go over to him. I did so, and when I got over, He put an arm around me.

"I knew you could do it, Kris." He whispered. I kissed him lightly, and he smiled even wider.

"I had faith in you."
-

Later that same day, Jordan and I were sitting on top of a hill. It was really dark out, and we were waiting for the fireworks to start. Fireflies were lighting up the area around us, and we were holding hands. Crickets led a chorus around us, and I sighed deeply. The first firework lit up the sky.

"I love fireworks." I said. Jordan smiled.

"Happy Fourth of July, Kris." He said quietly. I smiled, and our faces drew closer.

"Happy Fourth of July, Jordan." I whispered. A heart-shaped firework boomed overhead.

Our lips met, and there was no place I would rather be than with Jordan.


Aww, so cute! Oh, and thanks everyone for the tips about Mark and Jordan. I'm just as confused as you are, to be honest. I wish they were back together.

Please review, because it makes me happy, and I hope you have a great 4th of July!