'We're here'

I wake up to see my brother nudging me. I look around. The car has stopped outside a house. It's a very pretty house. I open the door and get out. Mom is getting all the boxes out of the truck.

"Y/n, take your brother to the park or something" mum says to me.

"Come on scotty."

"Can I bring my glove for baseball" he asks

"If you must. But I'm not playing with you." I tell him

"Why not?" He asks me

"You know that I don't play anymore, there's no point in asking me." I reply with a sigh.

Scotty and I walk around the town looking at the shops and things to do. We walk past a small alley way surrounded by bushes.

"Y/n can you hear that?" Scotty turns to me.

"Hear what?" I ask him, confused.

"People playing baseball" he replies.

"Oh" I look down.

"Pleaseee can I go and play" he begs me.

"Fine but I'm not coming with you, I'll wait here in this bench"

He runs off excited. I sit down on the nearby bench and read a book. 10 minutes pass by. Scotty slowly walks over to me, looking at the ground. He looks upset.

"Are you alright Scotty?" I ask him.

" I hate baseball" he says. Sitting down next to me

"No you don't. Tell me what happened." I say turning to face him.

"They all laughed at me because I couldn't play" he avoids making eye contact with me. I can tell he is very upset by this.

I stand up and start walking through the alley way.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to talk to them so you can play"

"You don't have to do that"

"Yes I do."

I keep on walking until I get to the end of the path. I stop. A group of boys are all talking in a big huddle. I take a deep breath and start walking over to them. I can hear their conversation.

'Cmon Benny, he couldn't even throw a ball'

'you could've given him a chance'

' who's that girl'

'What girl'

'The girl walking up to us'

'She's hot'

'Shut up squints'

'What!? She is'

'Squints does have a point'

I get closer to them and they all turn to face me.

"Why were you all laughing at my brother" I ask them.

"That was your brother?!" A small boy with glasses asks me.

"Yes. And It would be much appreciated if you let him play with you." I reply

"Only if you play too. Or at least watch us from the dugout" another small boy with spiked up hair says.

Scotty looks at me with a desperate look. And so do all the boys.

"Fine, I'll watch."

All the boys smile at each other.

'Allow us to introduce ourselves'

"I'm mike palledorous but everyone calls me squints" the boy with glasses says.

"That's that's Alan McClellan, we call him yeah-yeah" the small boy with the spiked up hair smiles

"That's ham" the larger boy glares

"That's Timmy and Tommy Timmons" the two boys nod.

"That's Bertram Grover weeks" the boy spits

"That's Kenny DeNunez" he raises his eyebrows.

"And that's benny"

I look at him and don't look away. His eyes are gazing at mine. I feel a nervous sort of feeling that I've never felt before. I smile at him and he smiles back.

"Nice to meet you all" I say,still making eye contact with benny