This Is My Crazy Life Ch 4

I know, I know! Don't kill me! I've been soooo busy with school, that all I want to do is sleep and/or relax. I am so dumb! Almost two months is a looooooong time to not update. But hey, at least it's not like a year before I come back, right? RIGHT? Okay, just read and keep reviewing. I love you who do! You're all sooo nice! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT THE PLOT AND JENNY! THE SANDLOT BELONGS TO OTHERS WHO ARE NOT ME! Thank you.

Jenny's POV

I walked into the Sandlot cautiously but with a determined attitude. At first, no one noticed I was there, but when Scotty came running in behind me, everyone started yelling and running over to us.

"JENNY! Are you okay? Why'd you leave so fast?"

"Jenny, Ham's an ass, don't listen to him!"

"Jenny, don't do that again, it's not fun."

"Don't do that again, it's not fun."

Blah-bitty-blah blah blah. I nodded and smiled at everyone, then turned my attention to Porter. "Hey, Porky, man, sorry about before, alright? You didn't know anything, and you won't, but I was wrong to jump down your throat, okay? Just don't talk about my mother anymore. That's not gonna be good, man."

"Shut up, Princess, I don't give a shit about you're mom issues, and I'm not gonna."

"Hey, HAM! What are you doing? That's not what we practiced," Benny said. Have I mentioned his eyes before? They're kinda pretty… "Try again."

Porky sighed and said, "I won't talk about your mom. I will keep those comments to myself…" like he was a third grader apologizing for pushing someone into the dirt at recess.

Benny said, "Aanndd…?"

"And I shouldn't diss you because you're a girl…" he sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Thank you," I said, smirking. "How 'bout you just let me do my thing, okay? New subject, please."

I turned my attention to Benny. "So, how does it feel being a mother?"

He chuckled and said, "It's hard work, but with a little effort, my baby will be right as rain." He ruffled Ham's hair, and I laughed at Porky's embarrassed expression. I realized I was twirling my hair around my left pointer and middle fingers. I stopped, blushed slightly, and asked Kenny to show me some of his pitches.

"Sure thing, Doll." I smiled, and Ham scoffed.

"Why doesn't he get insulted?" he yelled.

"'Cuz, he's not trying to put me down." I stuck my tongue out at Porter.

"Maybe some other time, Princess, I'm kind of busy right now," he said.

I grimaced. "Eww."

As there were now ten people playing in the Sandlot, one person didn't need to play. When I went through all the positions, I volunteered to stand in the outfield and wait until I was needed again. I went over to Scotty, who was kicking his foot into the dirt.

"Hey, Scotty, what's wrong, man?"

"I suck."

"At…what…?"

"What do YOU think?"

"…. Oh…yeah…."

"Hey Smalls, throw it to second!" Benny called. The look on Scotty's face told me that this wasn't going to be good. Benny hit the ball, and Scotty fell trying to catch it. I stood there, looking like a deer in the headlights. My poor brother…

He got the ball, but he jumped away from the fence. Wonder why? I'd have to ask him later. He couldn't even throw it back; he ran it back to Kenny. RAN IT BACK. I couldn't help but laugh at the expression on Kenny's face. I put my hand on my forehead and shook my head back and forth. Oh, Scotty…

Then, a cool thing happened. Benny ran over to us. "You can throw it, you know?"

"No. I can't. I don't know how."

"Scotty!" I said, shaking my head at him, disbelievingly.

"Hey, hey. You think too much. I bet you get straight A's and shit, huh?" I smiled and raised a knowing eyebrow at my brother.

"I got a B, once. Actually, it was an A minus. But it should've been a B." Benny and I shook our heads.

"Man, this is baseball. You gotta stop thinking. You just have fun. I mean, if you were having fun, you would've caught that ball." Benny glanced down, thinking. He scrunched his eyebrows together. That's cute…

"You ever have a paper route?"

"I helped a guy once."

"Okay. Well, chuck it like you would throw a paper. When your arm gets here, just let go. Just let go. It's that easy." He gestured to Scotty where his arm was supposed to go. Have I mentioned he has really nice hands? Wait, what the hell?

"H-…how do I catch it?" Scotty asked tentatively. I wanted to give him a hug.

"Just stick your glove out in the air. I'll take care of it," Benny said. He looked at me and smiled. I returned it and smacked my gum. Why did I smack my gum? Can you tell me why I did that? Benny ran back to home base shaking his head. Why did he shake his head? Was it because I smacked my gum?

"Smalls, throw it to second!" he called again. Scotty looked over at me for support. I nodded.

"You can do it, man." He breathed out and smiled.

"Okay!" he called to Benny.

Benny hit the ball to Scotty. Scotty closed his eyes and stuck his glove up. I could hear him chanting to himself. "Please catch it. Please catch it. Please catch it." I couldn't help but join in. I looked over to Benny, who was watching the ball make its way over to us. His fingers were twitching.

The ball took FOREVER to get to Scotty. Everyone held their breath. After what seemed like hours, the ball started descending. Down, down, down, down…

Success! He caught it! Scotty caught the baseball! I heard Benny exclaiming and saw him pump his fist in the air. I hugged Scotty, trying not to jump up and down, for fear Porky might make fun of me. I didn't think he liked me too much yet.

"You did it, Scotty!" I proclaimed.

"I…I did it!" he said back.

"Throw it to second," I reminded him. Perfection! Landed right in Bertram's glove. I heard the other boys trying to redeem themselves. "He's alright." "I knew it, all the time."

I smiled at Benny, thanking him with a bow-type thing. He returned it, with a big, toothy smile. My stomach flopped. Uh-oh…

So, yeah. It's been a while, but I updated! I didn't take eight months! YAY! What do you think? Too corny? This part in the movie was a bit over-the-top with the music and all, so I tried my best. I watched The Sandlot yesterday (THANK GOD), and I got inspired. Thank Jesus for weekends. I still have homework to do, but it's only 6:50, so I should be okay I'd really appreciate it if you didn't hit me in the head with a rock….I need to be pushed! I really do! Otherwise, I won't update in a LOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGG time haha. XD Thanks for being awesome and not killing me! -WHATaDAY