Toronto Blue Jays Imagines

Bo Bichette - About Damn Time

A/N: The reader is masculine in this since all MLB players are masculine. Also uhhh how's everyone feeling??? I for one am quite sad and quite numb after tonight. 

The satisfying snap and fizz of your beer can opening brought a smile to your face. You looked around the large backyard filled with your friends and teammates and the smile grew. You guys had just swept the Mariners in Toronto and had two days off until your next game. So, George had invited you all to his place for a pool party to celebrate and to let off steam.

Your eyes found Bo, who was being coaxed on by a few of the other guys to try a backflip into the pool. You smirked and shook your head, not thinking he'd be able to do it.

"Careful you don't break you neck," you called out.

Bo glanced your way and grinned, sending you a wink. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach and you looked down to your beer can, taking a sip of the cool, bitter liquid.

You looked up again so see Bo bouncing on the diving board a few times before jumping off backwards. He executed a nearly perfect backflip—how, you had no idea. But you, along with everyone else who had been watching, cheered and whooped loudly.

Bo surfaced, flipping his wet hair out of his face. You felt your cheeks warm as you watched him climb out of the pool, bare chest glistening with water.

"You're staring," a low voice said behind you.

You jumped, turning to see Vladdy smirking knowingly at you.

"What?" you asked as innocently as you could, taking another drink.

"You're staring," he repeated, "at Bo."

With a scoff, you shook your head. "Am not."

"Are too. And you're blushing."

You rolled your eyes, turning your head away from him slightly.

Vladdy chuckled and took a beer can out of the cooler next to you. "Are you two ever going to get together?"

"No, because we don't like each other," you said with very little conviction.

"Uh huh." Vladdy grinned at you.

"We talking about Y/N and Bo?" George asked, wandering over.

You threw your hands up in exasperation. "For the love of God. Why are you all so obsessed with me and Bo?"

George smiled. "Because you two are so obsessed with each other."

"We're not. I don't like him that way and he certainly doesn't like me that way," you said, voice growing soft. But oh how that wasn't true. You were desperately and helplessly in love with Bo. He just didn't feel the same way. You two were best friends, sure, but he wasn't in love with you.

"Please, it's so obvious," George said, earning a nod from Vladdy. "You love him, he loves you. You're just both too chicken to do anything about it."

"Uh huh." You shook your head and drank some more beer. "Don't you two have anything better to do than pester me about my non-existent love life?"

The two men shared a look, then smiled at you. "Nah," said George.

You sighed in exasperation and wandered off to the side of the pool. You took a seat, dangling your feet into the cool water. The midday summer sun beamed onto your shoulders, making them slouch with content. You placed your beer next to you and leaned back on your hands, tilting your head up to the sky with your eyes shut.

A few moments later, drops of water fell onto your arm. You yelped in surprise, and in shock at the coolness of the water, and opened your eyes. You were met with a pair of mischievous brown eyes of none other than Bo Bichette.