This imagine is a Sandlot imagine based on the pervy cutie Squints!! So.. um... yeah, you can comment if you want this to be more than one part otherwise, I will move on. Enjoy!
Name: Sophia 'Lollipop' Smalls
Age: 14
Style: When she is not playing baseball with the boys, she can't help but go back to the 60's style with a cute skirt, blouse, and other simple accessories...
But, when she is, which is almost all the time mind you, she wears worn out jeans, a random shirt, usually one that shows her love for baseball, and Squints' button up jersey over it and a backwards hat that says, 'The Great Bambino'.
Plot: Sophia Smalls is the twin sister to Scotty Smalls. She LOVES baseball with a passion no one can explain. She was even lucky to be able to play. But not just play, she was one of the best batters around until her, her brother, mom, and new stepdad, Bill, moved away and met the Sandlot crew. As you can imagine, she wasn't really accepted until she got fed up with Ham and his sexist comments. Now she's got a whole new world full of unexpected problems. A beast, a rival baseball crew, and Four-Eyes, as she likes to call him.
A.I: She is not really noticed at home because her mom and dad think she should act more like a young lady so they are a bit ashamed of her, and she is very shy at first but once you get to know her, complete opposite. Like she's one of the guys. She always has a lollipop in her mouth and has been eating them since she learned how to ask for one. Related to Scotty by fraternal twin sister. They have a super tight relationship and Scotty always tries to protect even thought it usually ends up being the other way around. Becomes best friends with Yeah-Yeah.
This one also might have more than one part but whatever. I always look on Wattpad for more Yeah-Yeah or Squints OC's or imagines but they're never there and that triggers me so, other people like me, here you go! I hope you like...
{Sophia's POV}
I looked at my empty room. thinking about all the memories I am soon, like, right now soon, am going to leave behind. The first place I took a picture with my bestie, where my mom and I held a fashion show, where my brother, Scotty, talked to me endlessly about baseball...
Gone.
Forever.
I sighed as I looked at the four walls in my room, a blinding white color that I hated, but would only be seeing for the last time. "Sophie, let's go!!" My stepdad, that I didn't particularly like, called from the car running outside. He was the reason I was leaving. My home. My childhood. My friends. All because he got a job somewhere in San Fernando Valley. Can you blame me for hating him!? He doesn't even respect the fact that I enjoy, love, and want to play baseball. He thinks is should listen to my mother. Learn how to cook and clean, and all that other boring stuff so I can make a great wife. Well, screw all that noise! I jogged out to the car and sat in the back, throwing my salmon suitcase into the trunk. The house slowly faded off into the distance. First we passed our school. Only to see my wild friends had hung a sign over it that says, 'WERE GONNA MISS YOU, SOPHIA! WE LOVE YOU! LOVE FOREVER, KAITLYN, MAXINE, AND LESHAWNA" and were waving shouting random forms of goodbyes in tears. That was enough for me too burst out in tears, right there in the backseat. "Awww, don't worry sweetie. We can still visit!" My mom cooed, making me stop the wailing, but the tears kept flowing and I couldn't breathe straight anymore. "Besides, once this career of mine takes off, we'll probably have enough money to visit at least once a month, Sophie!" My stepdad said, looking at me through the review mirror. "Yeah, but it wont be the same!" I said, frustrated and my breathing had gone back to normal.
"And don't call me 'Sophie', my name is So-phi-AA! With an A. Ever heard of it?" I said/asked putting heavy emphasize on the A. "Don't be rude! I don't wanna have to ground you and we aren't even at the house yet." Mom scolded. I flopped down out of view of the review mirror and laid my head in Scotty's lap. "Don't worry..." He said, looking down on me. "Things'll get better." "And how do you know, Doctor Phil? Do you know how hard it is to start over? Make new friends and social groups? And they're probably not even gonna have a good baseball team. Or, they're just gonna make me sign up for softball... a stupid girly sport... (No shade intended, I have nothing against softball) "Just... trust me on this one okay?" He replied, yawning before falling asleep, making me realize my eyes were about to shut as well. "Alrightyyyyyy..." I yawned before falling into a deep sleep.
~Timeskip 2 days later...brought to you by, my bday next month.
{Scotty's POV}
Even though it's actually been a full-fledged year since I've met Bill, our stepdad, we're still uncomfortable with each other. Sophia just doesn't like him in general. But I guess that's normal... I knocked on the door to his office. It was filled with baseball stuff he had collected and merchandise from God knows where. "Yeah...?" He firmly answered.
Me: Remember you-- you promised you'd teach me to play catch?
Him: Mm-hmm.
Me: Um, w-well, could you teach me?
Him: Yeah. Sure.
He didn't look up once. It had to be the most awkward conversation I had ever had with that man, and I was sure that it wasn't goning to be the last. One day, after the new school we attended, I saw a group of interesting looking kids. Approchable looking but I'm to nervous for my own good. I followed them, letting Sophia walk the rest of the way by herself, only to see it was like they had there own baseball kingdom. It was one of the best places I'd ever seen. They were really good. All I had was a plastic toy mitt my grandma gave me when I was six. My sister was the one with all of the gear, all bought and payed for herself. They only had eight people. A whole team would be nine and I could be that ninth person. The ball landed somewhere close to me and, well... they wanted their ball back.
After about a minute of shouting and me rustling throught a bush, I found it, it looked liked they've been playing with the same ball for a while. But not to long for it to wear out. "Toss the ball back!" One of the other boys yelled impatiently. I threw it but it landed about three feet in front of me. They all had their laugh, except for one. he was taller than the others and seemed to be their leader in a way.
I came home to the one thing that can irritate any kid. Anywhere, at anytime of the day. My mom questioning the shit out of me. "Scotty, have you made any friends yet??" She asked. "No." I simply said.
Her: Why not, honey?
Me: 'Cause I'm still new.
Her: I don't want you sitting around in here all summer fiddling with this stuff... like you did last summer and the one before...I know you're smart, and I'm proud of you. I want you to get out into the fresh air and make some friends.
Run around, scrape your knees, get dirty.
Climb trees, hop fences.
Get into trouble, for crying out loud! Not too much, but some. You have my permission. How many mothers do you know who say something like that to their sons?
Me: Well, none mothers, I guess.
Me: Honey, I want you to make some friends this summer. Lots of them.
Me: Yeah, I know. But I'm not good at anything, Mom. Face it, I'm just an egghead.
Her: Honey... You'll always be just an egghead with an attitude like that. *Smiles*
I rolled my eyes and she gave me a look to go ask again. I sighed and prepared myself for the awkwardness to come... As expected, he denied but then my mom came and practically forced him to. "Can I play too?" Sophia asked, suddenly appearing next to me. They both gave her strange, unappealing looks while I simply rolled my eyes at them. I hate the fact that they don't like the fact of a girl playing sports. What's wrong with it? I also hate how they just disregard her feelings that way. She looked a little pleading before quickly saying, "I mean- watch! Can I watch them play?" "Sure honey, but don't get to dirty because you still have to help me cook dinner. All young girls your age must learn." She said matter-of-factly.
{Sophia's POV}
"AlL yOuNg GiRlS yOuR aGe MuSt LeArN."
I mocked my mother as I walked out into the backyard with Bill and Scotty. Bill shot me a warning look while Scotty just smirked. As soon as Bill turned around, I stuck my tounge out. "Now, the key to this game is keeping your eye on the ball. No matter whether you're in the field or at bat, eye on the ball, okay?" He said as Scotty ran to the other side of the yard. 'He's actually, not wrong. But I could still teach him better. I am his twin after all...' I thought to myself. He nodded, looking as if he was trying to soak up every little piece and detail of what this guy was saying. "Where the ball goes, your glove should go. Got it?" He added. 'That's not really how that works. maybe you should, I don't know, actually show him by...' My judgmental thought continued as Bill threw the ball and Scotty missed. This happened three more times, each more much interesting then the last *note the sarcasm* before the ball hit Scotty square in the eye. "Scotty! I'll go get mom and an ice pack. Be right back!" I said before quickly running inside.
~Timeskip To The Next Day~
"Maybe, ummm, what if we put some of mom's concealer on it?" I asked Scotty because he did not want to go outside with a black eye. "What's concealer?" He asked innocently. "Um, its called concealer for a reason, I guess it...conceals stuff?" I replied, just as innocent. I don't really wear makeup except for some lip gloss and very rarely, eyeshadow or eyeliner. "What'r you two doing in my makeup? You guys haven't done this since you were four! Wait, oh I see. You're trying to hide that black eye of yours. Well, that's no reason to be ashamed. Now go on outside and make lots of friends. And you, missy, come with me. Were going shopping!!!" It all happenend so fast. One minute, Scotty was pushed out the door, the next, I'm in some girl dress that only my mom would get.
She told me that I could go home for a break but she wasn't giving me a ride. I walked passed a sandlot area and happened to see my brother playing with a group of other boys. 'Just look down, and he wont see you, just look down and he wont see you..." I kept repeating over and over again in my mind. "Hey, Sophia...!!" Scotty shouted from the sandlot. 'DAMN IT!!' I mentally shouted. I get so nervous around new people. Like, WWWWHHHHYYYY?!?!?!?!? He came over and put his hands on my shoulders reassuringly and said, "Everything will be fine, trust me!" "Meep..." I said, dropping my sucker on the ground. They all ran over and their jaws dropped.
Me: *whisperes* Why are they looking at me like that? I really don't wanna be here, can I please just go home?
Him: Just stick a sucker in your mouth, answer the questions, and everything will be fine.
I sighed knowing there was no getting out of this, stuck a cherry sucker in my mouth, and nodded. "Alright..." He began. "This is Benny 'The Jet' Rodriguez, Hamilton 'Ham' Porter, Alan 'Yeah-Yeah' McClennan, Timmy and Tommy Timmons, we call Tommy 'Repeat', Kenny DuNunez, Bertram Weeks, and Michael 'Squints' Palledorous. " I got a multitude of 'Hey's', 'Sup's', and a few catcalls. "Jesus Christ guys, she's my twin sister!" Scotty yelled, interrupting the catcalls. "THATS YOUR SISTER?!?!?!" They all screamed. "Yeah, yeah, and Squints is dating Wendy Peffercorn." They all laughed but I just kind of shook my head at their ignorance. "A babe like that couldn't possibly be related to you. No offense Smalls." Said the one they called Ham.
"Though I appreciate the compliment, I guess, I am, in fact, his twin sister. I'm Sophia Smalls. Nice to meet you all. Now, I think I'll be going. See ya'!" I said, picking up the bundle of shopping bags my mom sent me home with. I turned around and got ready to walk out of the gate but Scotty stopped me. "Oh, no you don't..." He said turning me back to face them. "Guys, she is one of the best ball players I know. Well, besides Benny of course. But let her try, please. She'll really impress you guys!" He told them. It wasn't a lie, but I still didn't wanna do it! they all just kind of looked at me, and chuckled. Except for Benny.
"Girls cant play! They're to obsessed with not getting dirty or wearing makeup and playing with their prissy dollies." Ham mocked. "Oh, you've got some nerve!" I shouted, angry. I dropped the bags and walked over to Benny, taking the bat and walking out onto the mound. "Someone give me your best pitcher." I asked/demanded. "Awwww, don't get hurt now! Mommy needs you home for dinner." Ham laughed. That did it. "Hamilton Porter! You, me! Let's go!" He sighed and walked to the pitcher's mound. I took a breath and held the bat up. 'What am I doing? This is so stupid! Thanks a lot Scotty... Though I suppose it wasn't his fault. Ham was the one making sexist comments but I'm the one who reacted.' I thought. I looked towards the ball and noticed the way his arm was positioned. 'He's getting ready to throw a curve ball...' I thought. He threw it and I heard the sound of the bat connect with the ball. It went over the fence on the other side of the lot. I smirked at my accomplishment and looked to see the guys with their jaws to the floor. "Told you she was good..." Scotty said, smirking just like me.
"I-I could've done that..." Ham mumbled. "Yeah, yeah, sure you could..." Yeah-Yeah said, disbelieving. "Well, um... I had fun and I'm really glad I met you all but, I really want to get home so I'll see you guys later!" I said, once again tyring to leave. "No! Youre gonna stay here and watch us play." Scotty said, once again, denying my leave. I sighed, defeated. We spent he whole rest of the afternoon getting to know each other.
Benny is, interesting. They call him 'The Jet' because he can apparently run really fast and he is the best batter they have on the team. He is quiet but somehow not quiet enough so that he can lead them. He's cool.
I already am not very fond of Ham. The sexist comments threw me for a loop but he apologized and we have our friendly arguments here and there. But, when you need him (or when you don't...) he's there.
They call Michael 'Squints' because of his vision. Without the glasses, he's as blind as a bat. When we were formally introduced he kept flirting with me.
Scotty: This is Squints.
Squints: Sup, babe.
Sophia: Um, don't call me babe. My name is Sophia. That's it. I have a thing with the nicknames...
Squints: Whatever, doll face.
Sophia: I literally just said...
He's still pretty cool though. Kinda cute...
Alan's habit of of saying yeah twice at the beginning or ending of almost every sentence is a habit I've never even heard of. It earned him the nickname, Yeah-Yeah. Then again, my habit of always having a sucker in my mouth can't be any different, right? He's actually pretty funny. But I was told that he was the shortest of the group. Even shorter than Scotty. Well, until I came along. As you can imagine, me and Scotty are hardly alike except for in the face a little, our awkwardness, and our love for baseball. So basically, what I'm saying is, I'm shorter then Yeah-Yeah. wonderful... He's also very hyperactive.
Timmy and Tommy Timmons. Some names they got there. Timmy is the oldest, making Tommy the youngest. Timmy relies more on logic and stuff that is more likely to happen then the next. They call Tommy 'Repeat' because he has the tendancy to repeat everything Timmy says. Its adorable how he looks up to him. Except for when this happens...
Timmy: That's just not scientifically possible.
Tommy: Yeah, not scientifically possible.
Timmy: Shut up, Tommy!
Tommy: Shut u- wait... *gasps* That's mean! *dragging out the mean*
Kenny is like, really into the sixties. Style and everything. Like I said, I don't mind taking a blast from the past but this kid is too much. But he makes me laugh at his actions. He is also a really good baseball player. All of them are. He's cool too...
Or was it Bertram who was really into the sixties? Believe it or not, I get their personalities confused all the time and I have no idea why... But as far as I'm concerened, he's chill.
I checked the time and it was near around 7:00 at night. We soon found out that everybody lives reletivaly close to each other, and Squints lives right next door. So it was just the three of us walking home. It was basically the two boys talking while I walked a little further ahead. I'm surprised the shopping bags weren't weighing me down. Or they are just walking slow. We stopped in front of our house and the boys said bye to each other. Scotty took my bags and made his way into the house. "Hey, um... Sophie..." Squints said, stopping me. "It's Sophi-AA!" I said putting emphizize on the A. "I know." He said smugly. "Just wanted to let you know you did good today. Imppressive." He said, I replied with a 'Thank you' and we parted ways, only for him to shout across the yard on his doorstep, "See ya' tomorrow, doll face!!" I cringed at the nickname and told him once again, that Sophia is my name and that I hate it when people call me otherwise. "By the way, your glasses make you look cuter than you already are!" I said before walking in the house, leaving him a blushing mess.
Part 2
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