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"𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠"
When y/n Ruth, Babe Ruth's granddaughter, moved to California and met the Sandlot boys, her whole life would become bette...
"COME ONE HURRY UP!" We all shouted as Benny ran bases. I sat at 3rd base as he continued sprinting past everyone. The ball got threw to ham, instantly yelling "PICKLE!!!!" And then started our repeat of trying to get Benny out.
Back and forth we went, trying to get him out, but we were too late, as he just passed ham, hitting home plate to our dismay. As we all yelled, boys on bikes and baseball uniforms came in, a little exaggerated "Oh no!" Leaving squints. We all looked to see who it was, throwing our gloves on the ground walking to meet them.
Benny grabbed a bat as I stayed behind, not knowing who's up there. "Eh, it's easy when you play with a fat kid and a bunch of rejects Rodriguez." He said. Ugh, Phillips. "Shut your mouth Phillips." "What you say crap face?!" Ham yelled.
"I said you shouldn't even be allowed to touch a baseball, except for Rodriguez, your all an insult to the game." "C'mon! We'll take you on right here right now c'mon!" Ham said, yeahs erupting from us all. "We play on a real diamond porter! You ain't good enough to lick the dirt off our cleats."
"Watch it jerk." "Shut up idiot." "Moron!" "Scab eater." "Butt sniffer!" "Puss licker!" "Fart smeller!" Bertram sniffed the air to emphasize the insult. "You eat dog crap for breakfast geek!" "You mix your Wheaties with your mommas toe jam!" "Yeah!" Coming from all of us.
"You bob for apples in the toilet, and you like it!" "You play ball like a GIRL!" "HAMILTON PORTER!" All the sandlot boys move out of the way so I can send a clear death glare at ham. "S-sorry y/n." Ham said. I came up there and took off his hat, whacking him in the head with it.
"Ugh, a pretty face like yours hangs out with these geeks?" "Shut up cry baby mc girly, you play worse than my little girl cousin!" I shout, Phillips at a loss for words. "What did you say?" "You heard me." "Tomorrow. Noon. At our field," he said looking at ham, "Don't forget it Buffalo breath."
"Count on it pee drinking crap face!" Ham yells. "Let's go!" Phillips yells, his team leaving with him.
Our game against phillips was almost over, being tied thanks to Ham distracting the batters and everyone hitting home runs. It's was up to me to win the game. "C'mon y/n/n!" The boys yell, cheering me on.
The pitcher smirks at me and winks, to which I gag in my mouth. He pitches, and I hit it with all my force, send the ball flying to the score board. Everyone on my team cheers, running bases to get to home, as I jog bases, sarcastically waving to everyone.
When I get back to everyone, all the boys hug me, lifting me up and chanting my name as I laughed.
As I walked into my room to change, I looked through my closet, finding something to wear, well, trying. Working out a plan in my head, I put on cuffed jeans and a white crop top. I brush my hair then put on my white converse.
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I grab 5 bucks and head out the door. I meet Benny and Scotty outside my door on our way to the carnival, a celebratory trip. "Man this is gonna be great, all the carnivals in New York SUCKED." I said as we walked. When we got there, all the other boys were waiting on us.
"Hey guys, guys, guys, it's all on me tonight!" Benny said, a eruption of cheers coming from us all. "Benny!" Could be heard from everyone, trying to get their tickets from Benny. As everyone got them and started to split up, Bertram yelled, "Aw crap! I almost forgot!".
Peeking everyone's interest, we all head back to him, curious to what he 'almost forgot'. "Chaw! I was saving it for a good time!" He says excitedly as I took my eyes. Boys. "What is it?" Smalls asked, "Big chief!" Bertram replies, smelling it, "The best!" He holds it out, a small gag coming from me.
"Jeez smalls! I suppose you don't even know who the babe is either!" Ham teases, everyone laughing except for me and Scotty. "Quit it ham, leave the poor boy alone." I say. "It's plug, wad, chewing tabacco?" Ham explains, "Baccy, man." Bertram adds.
"What do you do with it?" Smalls asked, gosh is he clueless. "You're killing me smalls!" Ham takes the package and pulls some out, sticking it in his mouth, "Chew it of course!" "You do?" "Yes!". "Yeah sure man, all the pros do it!" Kenny advertises, "Yeah yeah, gives you tons of energy!".
"Let's dip!" "Let's dip!" Timmy and Tommy say. Bertram passes around the bag but before it gets to Benny I pull him back and whisper, "Don't do it, you'll get sick and it tastes horrible.". Bent nods and when it gets to him he passes it to someone else, not taking any.
"Let's ride!" Bertram shouts after everyone has some. I decide to spare Benny the trouble and just pull him some where else. "Trust me Benny, they're gonna get sick, I wouldn't follow them." I say as we continue walking. "Alright well what do you wanna go on? The ferris wheel seems good." He suggests, and I nod as we make our way over.
As we enter and the cubby starts getting higher, the temperature slightly dips, and my plan starts coming to action. When we rest at the top, I shiver slightly, the cool wind getting to me. "Are you cold? You want my jacket?" Benny asked.
"If you don't mind it'd be nice." I say as he smiles and gives me his jacket, "Thanks Benny." "No problem amor." Benny says. "Amor? What does that mean?" I ask looking at him. His face turns a shade of red as he thinks, "U-uhm it means friend." He says and I shrug.
"Hey Benny, are you happy? Like, right now." I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder. Benny's arm slips around my waist as he thinks. "Yeah actually I am. I don't know why but being with you makes me happy and to be honest I like it." He says as we both stare at the stars. "𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙤." I whisper.
THATS WHERE THIS CHAPTER ENDSSSS. Anyways I hope you liked this chapter, I'm sorry for not updating I've just been busy with school but since it's spring break I'll try to update more! Xoxo, author
