So I do have a sort of idea for a sequel, since I'm nearly finished writing this story. I just have to upload the rest of the chapters. It won't have Heats as central, more so focusing on my new OC, but there will be Weats in there (the name was kindly thought up by my best friend Locketllusions). If you want an idea of what Heats looks like : http:/luckysandlot . deviantart . com/#/d4rckhh There you go and just get rid of the spaces.
I looked out the window and laid the damp cloth back on Toni's forehead before opening the front door and walking out onto the porch. Across the road, the boys were shining flashlights up at Tommy's window and making chicken noises. I wrapped my jacket tighter around my shoulders and flicked the porch light on, just as Tommy climbed out. They all jumped, looking like deer in the headlights of a car, before relaxing when they saw it was me. Wings and Ryan rode over and skidded to a stop.
"We're gonna get all that equipment Tommy was talking 'bout earlier." Wings said, shining his light in his face. Thunder rolled in the sky and I flinched before holding up a hand. I ducked back inside, leaving the door open and hurried into Toni's room. She was fast asleep and I carefully crept out before heading into my room and grabbing a flashlight and a warmer jacket. I pushed my feet into my sneakers and hurried out the front, locking the door behind me and pushing the key into my sock. I went to grab my bike but Wings shook his head.
"No time. Get on." He said, gesturing to the handle bars on his. I flushed and he looked faintly red too, but I climbed on and they pushed off, following the others.
"Why didn't we go over the back fence?" Two-ton asked as we crept along the front of Old Man Murtle's house.
"Because pushing your fat butt over it could get real stinky and there's a lady present." Wok replied. I moved up alongside Ryan and he rolled his eyes at the stuff DP was spouting. I giggled and shone my flashlight along the fence, looking for a way in. Ryan tugged my hand suddenly and I barely bit back a scream as lightning flashed across the sky, followed by thunder. He gripped my hand reassuringly before pointing at the wonky gates.
"Creepy." I murmured. Fog rolled around our ankles, all the way up to the house, and lightning almost continually lit up the night sky. I whimpered, my other hand finding a jacket that could only be Wings', since he was the only one who had a really dark denim one.
"It's just a house." Tommy said, his voice an octave higher. "If we're gonna do this, then let's do this." I swallowed and pushed through after Ryan, clutching my flashlight tighter.
"Move, move, move!" DP whispered loudly before jumping as everyone yelled at him. Ryan ran ahead and Wings tugged me over to see the dog house.
"Hercules? Who names their dog Hercules?" Two-ton asked.
"It was probably just a Chihuahua or something." Wok said reasonably. "You know how owners sometimes name their dog the opposite of what they are?" I stepped forward and tripped, tearing my jeans more, and I landed half in the dog house. I shrieked and scrambled back, slamming into Timber's leg, before he pulled me up and we all stared at the giant bone that stuck out of the ground.
"Must have been a grande Chihuahua man." Roll muttered before we headed up the front steps. Now I was severely freaked out and flinched every time the thunder clapped.
"This is crazy guys." Timber said. "I'm outta here." He turned and jumped down the steps.
"Oh c'mon don't be such a wuss." DP cried. "I thought we were a team?" Timber turned around.
"Alright then, go ahead. You're up." He said, shining his light at the door.
"I say we send in one of the little guys." Two-ton said, looking down on Q. "Kinda like a scout."
"Since when does the shortest guy go first?" The brainiac asked.
"When the taller guys tell him to." Two-ton shot back.
"Uh speaking of short guys," Timber asked, looking around. "Where's Ryan?" I looked around before screaming as the face of a dog, with yellow eyes, and dripping fangs, appeared in the window. I leapt back, throwing myself behind Wings, as Tommy jumped into Two-ton's arms.
"It's Ryan!" I peered out over Wings' shoulder, my heart going a mile a minute, and saw Ryan holding up a picture of the dog.
"That was so not funny kid!" I yelped, sliding my hand jerkily down Wings' arm until I gripped his hand. Ryan beckoned us in and I shivered violently before crawling through the small gap in the door.
"Right, Timber, Wings, Q and Heats, we'll check upstairs, you guys check down there." Tommy instructed. I gulped and gripped my flashlight with both hands before following Wings up the creaking stairs.
"Heats and Wings, check out down there." Tommy instructed before turning into the doorway of another room and yelling in shock. I jumped back, my flashlight swinging around like crazy, and shrieked as a massive…thing draped with a cloth loomed in the doorway. Tommy pulled the sheet off to reveal a big, gold, smiley baseball with a hat.
"That's a big baseball." Wings said, eyes wide. I swallowed and Tommy nodded before gesturing out the door. I turned around and screamed as DP appeared, holding his flashlight under his chin. Wings lashed out, knocking DP over the head.
"Not funny you idiot!" He cried as I held my chest. The catcher snickered before looking in the room.
"Whoa, that's a big baseball." DP said as I moved down the hall. The beam of my flashlight caught something shiny and I stepped in.
"Hey Wings!" I called, making my way carefully across the floor. A hand fell on my shoulder and I screamed, dropping my flashlight, and falling down. I scrambled backwards, out the door, and slammed into Wings' legs and he fell over.
"Something touched me, a hand touched me!" I shrieked, frantically scratching at my skin. "Oh God, what the hell? Oh my God!" Wings snapped his hands over my wrists and pushed me against the wall as Tommy looked in the room.
"Hey calm down. There's nothing there." Tommy said, shining his light around. He picked up my flashlight and walked back out. "Uh, you guys can get up now." I flushed bright red and scrambled to get up. But Wings forgot to let go of my wrists and I fell back down, knocking the breath out of me.
"Wings, let go." I whispered, coughing. The older boy let go and stood up, holding out a hand, and pulled me up before handing me my flashlight. He took a step forward and the floor creaked. A beam fell across the window, letting the moonlight shine through a hole near the end, and it landed on a baseball cap. Tommy pulled it off the nail to expose a dark hole in the wall.
"What is that?" DP asked as Tommy fixed the cap on his head.
"A hole." I muttered at the same time as Q. I shone my light into the hole as the four boys peered in, heads together. "I'm gonna head back down and tell the others you found something." I said before practically flying out of the room and down the stairs, just as the boys shouted.
"RUN!" I slipped on the last step and hit the ground, rolling, before coming to a stop in front of Timber and Wok.
"Ouch." I muttered, rubbing my head as Wok pulled me up. Two-ton, looked over and called us.
"Hey guys! OWWW!" A mitt punched Two-ton in the face and I jumped back, yelling, as cobwebs covered Two-ton as he struggled to pull the mitt off his face.
"Booby traps!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Timber pulled open the door and froze as a machine, the ones used to send baseballs at you, started loading. It fired, hitting my jaw, and I dodged the second one before heading towards the right door with Ryan in tow. I skidded around the corner as the other boys behind us screamed and I pulled the front door open, lunging out and into the cool night air. I doubled over, heaving in breaths, as the house rocked with frightened yells and lights flashed everywhere.
"It's a wonder the cops aren't here already!" I shouted to Ryan. He nodded in agreement as Two-ton, Timber, Wings, Wok and the others fell out, running over to us.
"You alright?" Wings asked, breathing heavily. I nodded and looked over his shoulder.
"Where's Tommy?" I asked. They all spun around just as a shocked yell came from inside and Tommy lunged out, landing on the ground, as the massive gold baseball rolled into the doorway.
"That's. A big. Baseball." Q stated, stunned. I nodded in agreement as Tommy blew the dust off the smaller ball he held in his hand.
"Hey Heats! You coming or what?" I looked out my bedroom window to see Wings and Timber, waving. "We're going down to the Sandlot with the new equipment. And Timber needs help with his pitching!" I bit my lip and looked in my doorway. Toni stood there, scowling, but she nodded and I beamed, scrambling to get my sneakers on. She passed me my mitt and I raced down the hallway and out the door, jumping on my bike.
"I thought you weren't gonna come for a second." Wings admitted as we caught up to the other boys. DP passed me a basket full of baseballs and I slung them over the handlebars as we cruised up to Tommy's house.
"You brought the ball?" DP asked as Tommy came out.
"Of course." Tommy replied, throwing it in the air before catching it.
"I think we got everything." I said quietly.
"We do now. This is the real treasure." Tommy said, holding the baseball out.
"Yeah, it's signed by all the sixty three Dodgers." DP breathed.
"Tommy Davis." Wings said, pointing to one of the names.
"I say we sell it." Two-ton said. Everyone turned to face him with varying looks of disbelief.
"Loco." Roll muttered, spurring another argument.
"Imagine what you could get for this on eBay." Tommy murmured and everyone turned form Two-ton to Tommy.
"What bay?"
"Nothing. I don't think we should ever sell this ball guys. Remember why we found it." Tommy asked. "Old Man Murtle's trying to tell us something."
"I think he's right." Timber said.
"So what do ya say? Deal?" Tommy asked. We all nodded and stacked our fists in the middle.
"Deal!"