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The next morning, I was sat downstairs in the kitchen eating my cereal. It was one of the first peaceful moments I had had since Tommy had got hit by the baseball. I was so worried about him; he was acting so strange. He was acting arrogant, more so than usual, rude and disrespectful; that was not the Tommy I knew.
My mom was in the kitchen with me making pancakes for Tommy, as they were his favourite food. She had always cared so much for Tommy and for me, even when she needed looking after more. It was sad really, thinking that she did more for us than we ever did for her. I wish we could have helped.
"Mom, how was Tommy last night?" I asked concerned.
"He was fine, but he seemed a bit surprised when he saw me. It was as if he didn't expect me to be there." explained mom.
"Well he was acting strange at the sandlot." I stated.
"Sandlot? You went to a sandlot?" questioned mom.
"Yeah, it was Tommy's idea. Not mine." I smiled.
"We all know how much Tommy loves baseball." chuckled mom. "I'm guessing he made some friends then?"
"Sort of. I mean, they were nice enough. It's just Tommy was actin a bit strange at the time from when the baseball hit him." I answered.
"Did anyone catch your eye?" smirked mom.
"Mom." I groaned.
"Lauren." she imitated.
"Fine. There was one cute guy, but I don't even know his name." I admitted.
"Well, what did he look like?" asked mom.
"He had blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. His smile was adorable. And his laugh was jut infectious." I daydreamed.
"Looks like Lauren has her first crush." teased mom.
I rolled my eyes, before laughing along with her. As we were laughing Tommy came downstairs with a confused look on his face, as he surveyed his surroundings slowly. A second later, he looked towards our mom and me, with the same confused expression showing on his face.
"Well, hello sleepy head." smiled mom.
"Morning." I greeted.
"Where am I?" asked Tommy.
"Home, sweetie." answered mom.
"The same place we were yesterday morning." I added.
"No. Something's wrong. Am I dead?" questioned Tommy.
I raised my eyebrow at him, before turning to my mom who wore a shocked expression. Looked like Tommy was still messed up from the hit on the head.
"Mom, I think he's been sniffing glue." I mumbled, before being shushed by mom.
"Why would you ask that?" wondered mom.
"'Cos I'm wearing my Speed Racer PJ's that I haven't seen in thirty years!" exclaimed Tommy.
"Alright, we're still a little backed up on the laundry. There's still a lot to unpack." said mom.
"Don't worry, your Batman and Robin ones haven't run off." I joked.
Tommy turned to face, looking as though he wasn't even phased by my previous comment, which was quite strange. Usually he'd be screaming at me to 'shut up'.
"Lauren, do you know how old I am?" asked Tommy.
"Course I do, we're twins. You're twelve, almost thirteen." I answered as if it were obvious.
"No, I'm 41 years old. I live in Beverly Hills. I have a smoking hot girlfriend who's got her own reality show. I play for the dodgers." listed Tommy. "But somehow I'm back here. And you and mom are here. And the pancakes smell so real. I think I'm gonna throw up."
"I thought you loved pancakes." explained mom. "I'll make you some eggs."
"No eggs. I do protein shakes." said Tommy.
"Can we go back to the part where I told you you were twelve?" I said, as I shook my head at Tommy.
"Oh dear lord, maybe you have concussion and I let you sleep too long." exclaimed mom. "I'll call the doctor right now."
Quickly she rushed over to the phone, as I continued to stare at Tommy in confusion. What was wrong with him?
"Put down the phone." ordered Tommy. "I don't think I have a concussion. I just think I'm dead."
My mom groaned in annoyance and continued to dial the doctor's number into the phone.
"Yep, he definitely has a concussion." I nodded.

The doctor held a lollipop up in front of Tommy, while wearing a gigantic smile on his face. I chuckled. This will teach Tommy not to mess with us. He was getting made a fool of by a doctor.
"I bet this will bring you back to life." smiled the doctor.
"Give me a break." moaned Tommy, as he turned round to face my mom and me. "Has everyone gone nuts?"
"He's just trying to help Tommy." I smiled, enjoying this moment way too much.
"Okay Tommy, now why don't you tell me what's wrong?" asked the doctor.
"Come on Doc, isn't it your job to tell me what's wrong?" reminded Tommy.
Something was seriously wrong with him. He was never that rude. Far enough tha doctor wasn't helping much, but at least he was trying. Most doctors would send him to the loony bin.
"Tommy-" I started, only to be stopped by our mom.
"Alright then. How's your memory?" asked the doctor.
"Well, I remember some things like they were real. Like, my mom, and Luaren, and the house, and the kids from the sandlot, but other things, they're kinda foggy. Like I'm watching TiVo." expalined Tommy.
Now he was confusing even me. What the heck was TiVo? And why do you watch it? Tommy needed to stop playing games and be serious. He may have been fooling everyone else, but he wasn't fooling me.
"TiVo? You mean TV? The television?" questioned the doctor, whilst looking at me and my mom.
We both shrugged, before looking at each other with a questioning face showing we were both lost for words.
"No, TiVo." stated Tommy. "Pausing real time, zapping commercials... unless I'm in them."
Everyone looked at him with blank expression on their faces, while he looked at us as if he was offended that we didn't know what it was. I don't care if he was offended. I just wanted to know what TiVo was and why he was in them.
"You know what? Why don't you and your sister step outside, while I talk to your mom, okay?" suggested the doctor, while I nodded.
"I'd actually prefer to stay Doc." stated Tommy. "See my trainers back at Dodgers stadium, they give me the skinny all the time."
"What trainers at Dodgers stadium? Stop messing around Tommy." I glared.
"This is what I mean, Doctor. Half the time I don't know what he's talking about." sighed mom, as I put my hand on her shoulder as a sign of comfort.
"Other than the bump on his noggin', he's fine. Absolutely fine." sated the doctor.
"You think I'm fine?" questioned Tommy. "Look at this haircut, look at these weak biceps. How can you call this fine? Let's go this guy's a quack."
Tommy jumped off his seat, before looking towards the exit, ushering me to follow him.
"Tommy! You apologise this instant!" ordered mom
"Actually Tommy, I'd like you to wait outside with your sister, while I talk to your mother." nagotiated the doctor. "In private."
"Whatever." muttered Tommy, adding an eye roll.
I turned towards the door to follow, after mumbled a quick 'thank you' to the doctor. I knew what him and my mom were going to talk about. She just never liked talking about it in front of us, because she thought we'd be upset. Truth is, it hurt us more that she was keeping all of feelings bottled up inside. But that didn't matter at that moment in time. What mattered was that Tommy was acting like a complete douchebag for no reason.
"Tommy, you need to stop with this joke." I ordered.
"What joke?" asked Tommy.
"Oh, I don't know." I answered sarcastically. "The one where you pretend to not know anything about us or this town, and you apparently play for the Dodgers and live in LA. It needs to stop."
"It's not a joke! You all just think I'm nuts!" exclaimed Tommy.
"You got that right." I agreed.
Thankfully, before the argument got any worse, our mom walked out the building and smiled at us. I smiled back, but Tomy just showed an annoyed expression. He should've been nicer to mom considering what was happening in her life or what was left of it.
"I'm thirsty. I need a drink." announced Tommy.
"Let's get some soda." smiled our mom, as I nodded my head in agreement.

The doctor suggested to mom that we look at old photos of our us and our family to try and jog Tommy's memory, so that's what we did. As we progressed further and further into the photo album Tommy became more and more confused.
"And this is your Uncle Henry." pointed mom. "You remember Uncle Henry, right?"
"Yeah, er, remember. Cheap son of a..." started Tommy. "Who's that again?"
"That's you." I giggled. "And that's you at the lake. And this is you and me last summer."
"We went to that music festival with your cousin Jimmy." added mom.
"Yeah" nodded Tommy. "Shame what happened to him though."
"What happened to him?" I asked with concern showing in my voice. "Did Aunt Angie call with bad news?"
"When Jimmy's band broke up in the early 90's, he got a job at HomeDepo." explained Tommy.
"The 90's?" I questioned, as Tommy nodded.
"What's HomeDepo?" asked mom.
"Last I heard he was an Assistant Manger, divorced and up to his neck in payments." said Tommy.
"Little Jimmy is in the fourth grade and got all straight A's last year." reminded mom, as I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Who's this again?" asked Tommy.
Before mom could answer, the doorbell rang and she stood up to answer it. Instead. Tommy turned to me, signalling for me to answer the question.
"That's you at summer camp two years ago." I answered.
"Tommy, Lauren, some boys are here to see you." called mom.
We both stood up, before walking over to the door. When we got there, I saw that it was the boys from the sandlot, and the cute one was there with them. et's just hope my mom didn't see.
"Hi, I'm DP, this is Wings-"started the small kid at the front.
"Timber and Two-Ton." cut off Tommy. "I remember you guys. It's all coming back to me, like it was yesterday."
"It was yesterday." I stated, trying to fill the awkardness. I don't think it worked.
"Anyway, we just wanted to see if you were OK." spoke DP.
"Lucky it wasn't your eyeball." said Wings, making some weird noises.
He was really lucky he was cute or that would just be weird to everyone an he would defineitly not attract girls.
"Well, I'm fine now. Thanks for stopping by kids." said Tommy.
He went to close the door, but Two-Ton put his foot there to stop it from closing.
"What's with this constant kid crap?" asked Two-Ton. "I'm really glad you're not gonna be playing on our team."
"What team?" I wondered.
"Our team. We play on the sandlot." answered Two-Ton.
"Yeah, the sandlot." agreed Wings.
"It needs another player." explained Timber.
"And only 'cos the best ball player in the history of the sandlot is putting on a clinic." finished Two-Ton.
"Who said anything about me putting on a clinic?" questioned Tommy.
"You?" I asked.
"I'm talking about Benny..." started Two-Ton.
"'The Jet'". added Timber.
"Rodriguez." finished Wings.
"That bum?" chuckled Tommy, as I rolled my eyes at him.
"Bum? He got the best batting average on the Dodgers this year." said DP in disbelief.
"Wait, he's here too?" questioned Tommy.
"Who is he?" I asked, as they all looked at me in shock.
"He's the best." answered Two-Ton.
"Please, he only got that far, 'cos he can run. Then his knee tanked, he retired and became a coach." said Tommy.
They all looked at each other in confusion, before turning to me. I just srhugged my shoulders. I barely knew who this guy was, and they expected me to know what Tommy was going on about? Yeah, right.
"Just go with them honey. Fresh air will do you good." said our mom from the living room. "You can go too Lauren."
"But mom-." we protested.
"No buts." interrupted our mom.
I rolled my eyes. I didn't see what Tommy was so annoyed about, I was the one who had to hang around with a bunch of boys, at least they were his gender-and they played baseball.
"I'll get my mitt." muttered Tommy, before running off upstairs.
"Yeah, I don't play baseball." I smiled awkwardly.

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