eighties imagines & preferences

benny imagine {the sandlot}

for the lovely @ ,haimonfleek

"Over here!" You yell to Smalls, indicating for him to toss you the ball. He turns and throws it in your direction. You hold up your gloved hand preparing to catch it, only to feel it smash you right between the eyes.

"Shit!" You curse, falling onto the dusty floor.

"Tina! Are you okay?!" Suddenly you hear the reassuring call of your best friend (and crush), Benny.

Your vision was blurry and you could just see the fuzzy outline of Benny leaning over you.

His arms wrapped around you, protectively and aided you towards the edge of the sandy playing field.

You vaguely noticed the other boys crowding around you.

"Carry on playing," Benny told them, he needed the two of you to be alone.

Your eyes slowly closed...

Suddenly you snapped awake.

Benny was there, the sky was dark and the air was misty. The other boys were up in the treehouse.

"Tina?" he said kindly.

"Benny," you looked up at him.

"You've got a mighty bruise on your forehead," he laughed.

A smile crossed your aching face.

"Listen Tina," he said, suddenly serious. "There's something I need to tell you,"

Your smile faded, what had happened?

You cleared your throat, "Uh, yes?"

"Well um," he looked nervous, "Well you see, the thing is...,"

He sighed, "I really like you,"

All of a sudden, you planted a soft kiss right on his lips.

Pulling away, you say, "I really like you too,"

A/N: oh my gosh this is really bad and I'm really sorry that it turned out nothing like your request!! :'(

I looked on my computer yesterday and I noticed that this story has almost 4k reads?? thank you so much to everyone who reads this shit! I honestly cant thank you enough :')