All the way home, Mike couldn't get Alex out of his head. He kept imagining him crying uncontrollably. His heart sank. Even though he only knew Alex for what, two days, his heart really went out to the kid. He knew exactly what Alex was going through. When Mike's parents went through the divorce, he hated his life. He was swapping from house to house. His parents always bribed him with the newest game to try and get on his good side.

He arrived home after a twenty-minute drive and turned his laptop on. He checked out ESPN, to check out the scores to the games. He then went on his email, to see if any students email him their paper or any school officials email him any important messages. He browsed the sender of the emails and paused at "ARiley93". He licked his lips and opened the email, afraid of what it was going to read…

"Hi, Mike. I'm sorry to bother you, but nobody can really understand what I'm going through except you. After school I went to my Mom's and I find out that she's moving! She's leaving the house that I've lived in all my life. I don't even know what to think! I just stormed out. Now I'm back at John's. I feel like I'm intruding, but I have nowhere else to go. I just keep thinking of the divorce and not having both of my parents at my side anymore. I'm sick and tired of crying. You don't have to respond back. I just wanted to tell someone. –Alex"

Mike rubbed his hand over his face and let out a deep sigh. How was he going to help Alex? He had to do something. Mike opened up a new email, ready to respond back until he got a sudden call. He glanced over at his phone and it was a number he couldn't recognize.

"Hello?" Mike asked, as he picked up the phone.

"Hello, is this Michael Mizanin?" A man asked on the other line.

"Yes, who's calling?"

"Hi, Mr. Mizanin. This is Chuck from the 101.3 radio contest. I would just like to congratulate you! You just won two, free tickets to the Phillies game tomorrow night!"

"Oh wow. Thank you!" Mike hung the phone up with excitement. He slammed his lap top shut, and immediately called Chris.

"Hello?" Chris mumbled.

"Chris! I just won two tickets to the Phillies game tomorrow in New York! Are you down?"

Chris paused before responding; he already knew what the answer was going to be. "Man, I wish I could! But we're taking the kids and the grandma to the zoo tomorrow. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." You could sense the disappointment in Mike's voice. "Who else will I go with now?"

"I know one person who's a big Phanatic." Chris chuckled.

"By the sound of that laugh, it's not somebody I'd wanna take."

"Oh no, it is!" Chris paused before saying the name. "Alex….Alex Riley loves the Phillies."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Are you crazy? I cannot take a student out. Isn't that against the rules or something? What if we're shown on T.V. together? Everyone will see!"

"Relax, man. The seats are probably nose bleeds, so you'll be so far up in the stands. The cameras don't go up there. You'll be fine and it'll really make Alex happy."

"I don't know about this." Mike nibbled on his lip.

"Listen, I gotta go, but if you guys end up going, you're going to have to give me the details." Chris laughed before he hung up.

Mike sent off an email to Alex, expressing how he felt when his parents got a divorce. He mentioned the game and even went as far as putting his home phone number down. Was this really appropriate? Fifteen minutes after pressing send, Mike's phone was ringing. He knew who it was this time.

Mike cleared his throat before answering the phone, "Hello?"

"Uh, Mr. Mizanin…er, Mike?" Alex's voice quivered.

"Alex? Hey, how are you?"

"I'm good. I, uh, I got your email. Are you serious?"

Mike paused before answering back. Was he serious? "Yeah. I don't have anyone else to go with and I just got your email. So…what do you say?"

"Of course. I've never been to a game before. This is awesome." Mike smiled at how excited Alex was. "But isn't the game in New York tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but it'll be fun." Mike and Alex continued their planning for tomorrow's game. It was decided that Alex would take the train, while Mike would drive.

"I can't believe this!" John said, pacing across his bedroom.

"I know. I'm…I'm excited! He's a really great guy."

"Do you hear yourself?" John was freaking out. "You cannot just go to a game with a teacher. If someone finds out…"

"But no one will." Alex completed John's sentence, raising an eyebrow. "Just relax."

"What am I suppose to tell my parents? Or even your parents?" John questioned, finally sitting down.

"Tell your mom I'm going to my Aunt's and I'll tell my parents I'm going to the game with you! I don't know, we'll make something up!"

It was the day of the game and Mike was all dressed up in his gear. It was a little chilly out, since it was March, so he threw on his Phillies hoodie over his jersey. He was rubbing his hands together, walking all around his living room. He was thinking of calling the game off. It's wrong of him to go to a game with a student. He lifted his cell phone up to call Alex, but slammed it down. He couldn't crush Alex like that. He was already hurt enough.

Meanwhile, Alex was getting ready for the game. He picked up his phone to call this mom, followed by his dad. He simply told them that he was going to the game with Randy. His parents just said "okay" and "have fun". They were probably still bothered by the divorce. Alex went down to tell John's parents. They nodded their head and told Alex to have a safe trip to his "aunt's" house. He left the Cena home to the train station. He was so excited!

Mike leaned against his parked car in the Yankees stadium. He got a few odd looks from Yankees fans wondering what he was doing there with a Phillies shirt on. He also got a few drunken words thrown his way, but they didn't phase him. He glanced down at his watch. It was four, the time Alex was suppose to meet him. His hands were getting sweaty and his heart started beating faster as each second past. Was he really nervous? There was something about Alex that Mike couldn't get out of his head.

Alex got off the train, which was right in front of the stadium. As he entered through the parking lot, he was getting butterflies. He was freaking out, in a good way. He saw Mike leaning against his car. He slowly and quietly approached him. Contemplating how he should greet him.

Before Alex reached him, Mike heard his footsteps and turned around. "Hey, Alex!"

Alex smiled. "Mike. Thanks for inviting me!"

The next few hours were about to be crazy.