Second half of this chapter is kinda...✨meh✨
Chase grips onto the bat, waiting for the brunette to throw another ball.
There was a loud crackle as he hit it, the baseball hitting the other end of the cage. Clyde blinks, collecting the handful of balls Chase has hit, forgetting to catch them.
"You have good arms," Clyde noted, Chase laughs softly, helping the brunette collect the balls. "Wanna do another round?"
Chase furrows his brows, "it's your turn." He passes the bat to Clyde, dropping the few balls beside him. "Fast?"
"Huh?!"
"The speed... For me to pitch..."
Clyde blinks, his cheeks heating up slightly. "Oh, yeah." Chase hums, standing sideways, preparing to pitch.
He threw the ball, it was a perfect pitch, moving directly in front of Clyde's chest. Clyde swung, missing the ball by a second.
"Damn it, that was a good pitch too!"
Chase chuckles, grabbing a ball that was at his foot. "Raise your elbow." With a huff, Clyde did so, bending his knee a bit more.
Chase positions himself, throwing another near perfect pitch. Clyde nearly missed it, but hit it just in time.
The dark haired boy leans over and catches it, the ball hitting harshly against his glove cover palm.
"How are you so good at pitching? And catching? And batting? And everything?"
"I'm not."
Clyde scoffs, "sure." Chase rolls his eyes playfully, getting ready again to pitch. "Do you want to get food after this?"
A lump formed in Chase's throat, he nearly shivered. "Uh, yeah, sure. I don't need to be home til 3..."
"Ooh, good, good, plenty of time then." Clyde hits the ball, Chase was too distracted for a second to catch it. "Do you like pancakes?"
I fucking love pancakes...
Oh gosh, I will eat like a pig in front of him if I have pancakes.
"Uh, kinda."
"Do you want to get pancakes?"
Shit, how do I saw no to this cute ass boy?
"Uh... I'm not really a big fan of sweets. Maybe something else?"
It physically hurt Chase saying that. It was like speaking another language, it was poison dripping off his sugar loving tongue.
"Oh, that's fine!" Clyde beams, flashing his teeth. "Uh... Subs?"
Bread?
It's better than pancakes, at least you look like less of a pig eating a sandwich.
"Sure! Yeah!"
The two continued practicing for another half hour, then left whenever the clouds began to darken.
They went to a sub place, Chase was conflicted.
If I get a lot of toppings, he's going to think I'm a fat ass.
Maybe I should just get half a sub?
What is he going to get? What if he gets half a sub and I eat an entire one?
Oh gosh.
Luckily, Clyde ordered a full sub, Chase felt his chest untighten.
The two ate silently, Chase tried not eat like a complete slob and slowly, not inhaling the food.
