Avry246: I didn't mean to annoy anyone but it just feels like, when people write short little reviews, that they didn't really like it. I do like any reviews but reviews more than a few words make me feel like I've done a good job and then, feeling that way, I write the next chapter a lot brighter and happier. But thank you for that review, even though you probably didn't feel like writing it, so thank you very very much. Yeah, I mostly fail on grammar, just like where to put the comma or apostrophe, which is kind of sad since I'm in Grade 11.
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I flicked my ponytail over my shoulder and pressed the doorbell, rocking back and forward on my feet.

"Oh Mattie, what can I do for you?" Sara asked

"I want to apologise for last night." I said quietly. "I left you in the theatre and it was really rude and I'm sorry. But I did get home safely, Wings walked me. But thank you for the nice night." Sara smiled and held up a hand before going into the sitting room. She came back with my red bag and held it out.

"It's fine." She said. "Tommy's at the diner if you want him." I took it gratefully and smiled at her before running home. I chucked it inside the door before catching sight of Timber riding down the road. Wings came out of another road and they both waved, calling me over. I pulled my bike up, dusted off the seat, and pushed off.

"Have a nice walk home last night?" Timber called. I blushed to the roots of my hair and stuck my tongue out.

"We're going into town to look for Ryan." Wings said, slightly red. I nodded.

"Sara said that Tommy's at the diner. Maybe Ryan's with him?" They nodded as DP, Wok, Roll and Q joined us and Two-ton appeared as well before pointing. Tommy and Ryan were standing out front of the diner, with E.J and his team surrounding them.

"Everything cool over here?" DP asked, getting off his bike.

"Saved by the cavalry." E.J said lowly.

"I don't need them, to take you on E.J." Tommy said, raising an eyebrow.

"You need anything you can get your hands on." E.J tapped Tommy's chest. "Santa Smelly."

"A dog could've thought of that one." I muttered.

"Okay look. I'm not gonna get into this sophomoric name calling with a kid. Frankly it's beneath me." Tommy said, tilting his head. Ryan glanced at me and Wings and we shrugged, shaking our heads.

"Well, maybe it's because you're a lamoid loser with pimple breath." E.J said, slapping a high five from his friends.

"That's an intelligent comeback." Tommy said. "Got any more Einstein or is that all your pea brain is capable of?" I smirked and the boys muttered their approval as the short fat kid on E.J's team pushed him.

"You know, you should spend more time working on your baseball practice, than on your weak insults." E.J said.

"Insulting you isn't work."

"Oh yeah?" E.J asked.

"It comes pretty easy." Tommy admitted.

"Dog face, turd breath, rotten-faced bonehead." E.J said, slapping another high five.

"Ignorant, pathetic, sociopath-in-training." Tommy shot back. I giggled at that one and E.J glared at me.

"I have no idea what that means, but it sounds good guys." DP said.

"It means, in short, he's a dweeb." I said softly.

"At least my girlfriend doesn't wear a collar." E.J said, shooting a glare at me. I looked away and Wings rested his arm on the handle bars of my bike.

"Well, I heard your girlfriend got kicked out of an ugly contest because they said no professionals." Tommy replied.

"That's assuming there's a girl blind enough to go out with him in the first place." I called, feeling a bit braver.

"Now is it true your mother smacked the doctor when you were born?" E.J asked. I clenched my handle bars because this was heading into dangerous territory.

"Oh speaking of mothers, do you guys need another player, 'cause my mom plays pretty good, and she's better than all you fools." Tommy said. E.J folded his arms, looking stunned, and I held my hand out to Ryan. He slapped it and grinned before E.J leaned into Tommy and whispered something. Tommy froze and I slid off my bike, narrowing my eyes.

"You ever say something like that again, I will ruin you." Tommy said quietly, hitting E.J's hat off. "Don't mess with me on this E.J." He said before whispering something at him. "In moron terms, it means I'm gonna hurt you. I'm gonna hurt ya real bad." Wings pulled on my ponytail gently and gestured for me to get back on my bike. E.J picked up his hat and pointed at Ryan.

"You, weirdo. Next time, be a man." He said. "Fight your own battles." Ryan jumped and I nearly threw my bike at him, if Wings and DP hadn't have held me on. The team left and Tommy turned around.

"You okay man?" He asked Ryan. Ryan nodded and I slid off, crouching down beside Ryan's bike. I picked up a leaf and started scraping the gum off the lock before picking the rest out with a twig and unlocking it.

"Do we get to play him?" Tommy asked. The boys all nodded and I snorted.

"Guaranteed Tommy." I muttered, handing Ryan the lock before wiping my hands on my jeans.

"I'm in."

"Okay, if you want it to ride, throw a two seam." I said, showing Timber where to put his fingers on the ball.

"Two seam?" I nodded and moved his fingers so they were on the seams of the ball.

"Right down the middle!" DP called as Wings got ready to bat. Timber wound up and threw it, but it veered off. Wings dodged it and it smacked into DP's glove.

"Timber, take it easy!" He cried, shaking his hand.

"DP, you're such a wimp!" Two-ton called. "Get in the game." I caught the ball from Wings and handed it back to Timber.

"What are you whining about? Why don't you come and play catcher where you belong anyhow?" DP shouted back.

"Just because I'm husky, doesn't mean I have to play catcher." Two-ton called.

"Two-ton, you're not husky!" Wok said. "See…You're fat." Roll finished. I rubbed my forehead as Two-ton started chasing Wok and Roll.

"Guys, can we play some baseball?" Tommy shouted before turning to Q. "Is practice always like this?"

"No." Q replied. "Sometimes, Two-ton chases somebody else."

"C'mon Timber, just pretend like I'm not even here!" Wings called, getting ready. I turned back, thumping my mitt and Timber held the ball up.

"Two-seam again?" I nodded and he grimaced.

"Just try to hit my bat okay?" Wings said, holding the bat out. He wound up and threw…before wincing as Wings shouted in pain.

"Geez, wrong bat…Timber." Wings called, falling to his knees then rolling over. All the boys cringed, looking away, and I turned bright red and tried to hold back my laughter as Wings rolled over.

"Timber, if I live through this, you are dead!" He squeaked, glaring at Timber. I muffled a laugh and crouched down, helping him sit up.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting a cup." Two-ton muttered, walking towards the dugout. Wings managed to stand up and I looped my arm around his shoulders and helped him towards the dugout, the boys cringing with every step. He sat down on one of the more comfortable seats and Wok sniggered.

"Reckon a kiss would make it better?" He asked. I spun around and launched a ball towards them before sitting down as the other boys ambled over.

"You know something? You guys are better than I remember." Tommy said and Wings rolled his eyes. "A little help from me, I think I can hammer you guys into a winning team."

"Oh however can we repay you, your holiness of baseball?" Wings asked sarcastically. I nudged his arm and he sunk down in the chair, glaring at the ground.

"Look, all we want is for you to play with us because you're real good. Heats too if she learns to bat without knocking someone out." DP said. "We didn't ask you to coach or anything."

"Squints coaches the games and Benny comes by when he can." Timber said. "We just needed another player."

"How often can Benny come by?" Tommy asked. I looked up and rolled my eyes before casually sticking my fingers in my ears, blocking out his ramblings about the Dodgers and Yankees. He looked around after his lips stopped moving and I hesitantly took my fingers out.

"Whatchu talking about?" Q asked. "I heard Benny the Jet hurt his knee in Cincinnati last night." I nodded, pointing a finger at the smart kid.

"I heard it was pretty serious, Uncle Chops said he was out for six weeks." DP said.

"Knowing Benny, he'll be back in two." I muttered. "That knee's just a bum."

"Yeah in '96, he got it replaced and it ended his ca-car-career?" Tommy trailed off and I slowly turned my head to stared at the weird kid.

"1996?" DP asked. Tommy shook his head and stood up, leaving the dugout.

"But, if we are gonna be a real team, we're gonna need some equipment." Tommy said. "Bats, balls, a new glove for Wings and pads for DP. The last thing I wanna be is a coach but I just figure, if we're gonna play, we'll play like pros and play to win. See ya." He jogged out of the fence and I watched him go, weirded out.

"Okay, anyone else feeling freaked out or just me?" I asked quietly before standing up.

"Hey where you going?" Timber asked as I slid my mitt over the handlebars of my bike.

"I gotta head home." I muttered. "Toni's feeling sick again."