CHAPTER 8
Hey guys! I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for not updating in a really long time. Been busy with summer camps and such. So, here is Chapter 8! Hope you enjoy it! Dont be to mad at me PLEASE!
I dont own any of these lovely people accept Tara. And all the other people that I put in the story...
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon and, wait, BACON? I LOVE BACON! I havent had bacon in a long time. Ok since yesterday morning, but hey! I loooovvvee the stuff. I quickly ran downstairs into the kitchen to find my mom standing at the stove on the phone. She had a highschool reunion coming up soon so she was probably talking to one of them.
I ran up to her and latched on to her. "Oh my jeez! Mom you're the best! You are now officially my best friend for life." Let me tell you, that was not my best idea ever. When I hugged her, she splattered the grease that was in the pan onto my arms and face. It hurt like crap. My eyes widened and I screamed LOUD. I fell on the floor holding my arms and squeezing my eyes shut. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, but I quickly calmed down after that.
I dont like to cry, and when I do, it's for a good reason. This was not considered as a good reason in my eyes. I had felt pleanty of pain in the last few months, and it was a lot worse that this. I got up fast and ran upstairs to my bathroom. I finally let go of my arm and it was really gross.
I had a billion blisters on each arm and some on my face. I got my first aid kit out of my cabinet and opened it on the counter. I cleaned my arms and put wrap on them. Some blood quickly bled through, but it stopped after a few seconds.
I cleaned my face and after I finished cleaning up, I heard a knock at the door. I went downstairs and opened the door. I saw a familiar face and I smiled. "Hey Hamm." He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it when he saw my arms. "Tara! What the hell happened?" I looked down at my arms and that was the first time I actually thought about what DID happen. I looked up at him and busted out laughing.
I was on the floor trying tio catch my breath, and I guess Hamm thought it was ok to kick me to see if I was alive. My eyes got wide and I got up quickly. I glared at him for a minute, but giggled soon after. He raised an eyebrow at me and asked, "Well are you gonna tell me what happened or what?" I spoke fast after that. "Oh, well I woke up and I smelt bacon, so I ran down stairs and gave my mom a hug for making it, she splattered grease on me, and now I have a bunch of blisters." I said all of this in one breath.
He looked at me for a minute then started walking in the other direction. I ran after him and caught up quick. "Hey, you just left me." He looked at me and said, "Well, we have to hurry up and get the rest of the guys." When he said this, I realized Benny wasn't with him. "Hey? Where's Benny?" He looked at me knowingly and said, "Don't worry, nothing's wrong with your boyfriend, he's already at the field." I sighed in relief and mumbled, "He's not my boyfriend." I looked down and smiled.
We gathered up the rest of the guys and headed to the Sandlot. I heard a lot of questions about my arms and I always said I was fine. I wish they would just shut up. When we got to the field, I saw Benny smashing homeruns over the fence. I heard that he pickled the beast a while ago, so apparently they go over the fence whenever. But he never did this. Even before I moved. I looked confused, and apparently everyone noticed.
"He started to do that when you moved. He does it when he's stressed or upset." Hamm said quickly. I nodded and ran over to him. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He dropped the bat and laced our fingers together. He let go after a while and turned around. He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my shoulder.
I felt his shoulders start to shake and I wrapped my arms around him. I slowly rubbed his back until he calmed down and was able to talk. What he said next shocked me...