Ball Field Romance | Benny Rodriguez X Reader

Chapter 3

"Ow! My eye!" Scott yells in agony.

"What happened?" Mrs. Smalls asks Bill who's getting a steak from the freezer.

"No hunny, ice, ice." She says.

"What happened?" She asks again.

"I just took my eye off the ball, Mom." Scott says,

"Yeah. But, atleast you caught it. Just keep that on for about an hour. It'll still be back but it wont swell. Sorry. Gotta watch out for that curve." Bill says. Scott just groans in pain.

-*-*-

An hour later Scott is sitting on his front poarch when a tall, tan boy with black hair and hazel eyes and a girl with long, (hair color) hair, freckles and big (eye color) eyes. She also happens to be just about three inches shorter than him. Both carrying gloves, but the boy with a bat.

"Hey. I'm Y/F/N (your first name) Y/L/N (your last name) and this is Benny Rodriguez. We're going to play some ball and we need an extra guy. Wanna go?" Y/N asks.

"Nah. Thanks." Scott says.

"Why not? Don't you like baseball?" Benny asks.

"Uh yeah but..." Scott says, trying to find an excuse on why he can't go.

"But what?" Y/N asks.

"Uh, but my glove. It's busted. So yeah, no I can't go. Thanks though." Scott says.

"It's ok. I got an extra one." Benny says, pulling an extra glove out of his pocket.

"Come on. Let's go." Y/N says.

"Mom! I'm goin to play some ball! Be back in a little while!" Scott yells to his mom.

"Come on. Lets go." Benny says, jestering for him to come.

-*-*-

They come up behind Vincent's Drug store.

"Hey. Check this out." A fat ginger says, putting a Big Mama in his mouth, making it look like a huge cigar.

"Im the gweat bambwino." He says.

"What?" The others asks. The ginger clears his throat.

"Im the Gweat Bambwino!" He says again.

"What?" The guys asks more confused. By now Y/N, Benny and Scott were standing behind him. The ginger yanks the food out of his mouth.

"I'm the Great Bambino." He states.

"Ohh!" Everyone says.

"Who's that?" Scott asks. Y/N and Benny look down in embarressment while the others back away in disbelief as to what he just said.

You could tell he had no idea who they were talking about.

"What? What'd he just say?" The ginger asks in disbelief.

"What were you bron in a barn, man?" A tall white boy with glasses and freckles asks.

"Yeah, yeah. What planet are you from?" A small tan boy asks.

But there was no way he'd let them know.

"Never heard of the Sultan of Swat?" A small kid with glasses asked.

"The Titan of Terror?" A tall, mixed kid asked.

"The Coloussus of Clout?" A mid height blonde boy asked.

"The Coloussus of Clout!" What seemed to be a miniature version of him repeated.

"The King of Crash, man." Benny stated.

So, he lied.

"Oh yeah! The Great Bambino! Of course. I thought you said the great....Bambi." Scott said.

'Pitiful excuse Scott.' Y/N thought.

"Anyways, Scott. That's Timmy and Tommy Timmons," Benny said pointing at the two blondes.

"Mike 'Squints' Palledorous," he said pointing to the short kid with glasses.

"Alan McClennan, we call 'em Yeah-Yeah." He said pointing at the short tan kid.

"Bertram Grover Weeks." He said pointing to the tall kid with glasses and freckles.

"Kenny DeNunez." He said pointing to the tall mixed kid.

"And Hamilton Porter, we call 'em Ham." He says pointing at the fat ginger.

"Guy's this is Scott Smalls." He says.

"Hi." Scott says. Silence.

"Uh yeah. Well he's gonna play with us, cause he makes nine, so now we have a whole team...other than Y/N. We're wasting time, let's go to the Sandlot." He says.

"Benny, it's nine o'clock!" They complain.

-*-*-

"Why'd you bring him Benny?" Yeah-Yeah asks.

"Cause there's eight of us and he makes nine!"

"Yeah, why'd you bring him Benny?" Timmy asks.

"Cause there's eight of us and he makes nine!" He repeats.

"But we already have nine! We have Y/N!" Yeah- Yeah says.

"I know we have her! But how would we be able to play with eight guys and a girl? No one would let us play!" Benny exclaims. Everyone knew he was right, even Y/N. Seeing that the boys were hounding Benny with questions, she decided to accompany Scott to the Sandlot, along with hearing what they were saying.

"Come on, Benny man. He ain't game. You saw the way he threw." Kenny says.

"Yeah. Any you already fill up all the empty positions since Elzwinger moved to Arizona and with Y/N playing." Timmy says.

"Right but with her being a girl and her not gonna be able to play in an actual ball game, I now get to rotate eight positions instead of seven! I need the practice, guys!" He says.

"You're the best on the team! You don't need no practice." Ham says.

"Come on, Benny man. The kid is an L-7 weenie!" Squints yells.

"Yeah, yeah! Oscar Myer even. Footlong! Dodger Dog! A weenie!" Yeah-Yeah yells making sure that Scotty and Y/N hear. That pushed Y/N over the edge. She stormed up to yell at Yeah-Yeah but Benny held her back.

"I'll take care of it." He whispered to her. She just huffed in response.

"What you laughing at Yeah-Yeah? You run like a duck!" Benny says.

"Kk, but I'm- I'm-"

"Part of the game. Right?" Benny asks.

"Yeah." Yeah- Yeah says.

"Then how come he don't get to be?" Y/N says, finally coming into the conversation.

"Because he's a geek. He can't catch." They says. Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Man! Base up you Blockheads!" She orders.

Benny then walks up to Scott.

"Smalls you take left center, ok?" Benny says.

"Ok. Where exactly is that?" Smalls asks.

"It's over there, man." Benny says, pointing to his position.

"Here?" Smalls asks.

"That's left, I said left center." Benny says.

"Ok! Right! Here?" Smalls asks. Benny nods.

"What're you gonna do?" Benny asks Y/N.

"I think I'm gonna stand near him and give him pointers. Help 'em out a little bit." She says. He nods.

"Ok." He says and jogs off to home plate.