Home Field Advantage

Chapter 1

  It's Friday afternoon, game day. But of course I'm not playing. Instead I'm currently on my way back from a check up with my doctor. Instead of sulking in the front seat of my mother's Cadillac  pretending I'm in a 2010 music video, I'm buzzing!

I officially got the a-okay from my doctor that I can officially start playing again.
This is huge! I mean of course I've been practicing with my brother for a few weeks now but now I can do it and not get scolded at by my mom.

It's currently 5:45pm, and my parents and I are on our way to my brother's game. We are a little late and when I say a little I mean the game started at 5 and we are barely getting there. It takes us even longer to find a parking stop. But you know what Liam can get over it.

We finally a stop and rush to get out, not wanting to miss more of the game. My mom gets out first opening the door for me, attempting to aid me out.

"Mom everything's gonna be fine." I say smiling.
My mom has definitely been my biggest support throughout my recovery.
"I know, I know. But are you sure you're ready to play again?" She asks sternly.
"Yes mom, I've been ready." I say again giving her a look of reassurance.
"Leave the poor kid alone Anna. If this is what he wants let him." My dad yells from the opposite side of the car. "Come on you're gonna miss your other kid play." 

"Ay! Ok, Ok we're coming." She yells back with a frustrated look but that quickly faded into a smile when she looked back at me. She looked up and fixed my hair out of my face. I'm 10 inches taller than her, being only 5'10 myself, but that doesn't stop her stop reaching and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Mom!" I wine wiping of my cheek quickly.
"Okay, Ya, enough vamos!" She says turning around as we try to keep up with my dad.

We walk over to the field and I'm a bit overwhelmed. I haven't been here in months but everything is the exact same.
I get over myself quickly as we find some seats closest to the Home dugout. A few of my teammates parents that I have seen in a while greet me as I sit down. Saying stuff like:
"Oh Leo! It's so good to see you sweetie! When are you coming back?"
Or
"Hey big guy! How's the old leg healing up?"

In which I have responses scripted out in my head so I don't have to think too hard about what to say or go into heavy detail about where I've been and how I'm doing.
After the little Q&A I focus all my attention onto the game.

It's the bottom of the 5th and we're batting.
We have one out and no one on base, and my brother's up to bat.

Liam and I have been playing baseball together our entire life. From T-ball, to little league, and now high school. Every team we've been on, we've been on together.
We are as good as it gets.
We work better together then we do apart, most people think it's a twin thing and maybe it is. We just get one another, we communicate without needing to say anything. And I'm not talking about that stupid twin telepathy shit, no fuck that, I'm talking about how we play on the field. How in-sync are with our movements and body language.

We practice our asses off everyday to be the best we can be and we are.
Or well, we were.

I think the main reason why Liam was so angry with me about breaking my leg was mainly because he was scared. Scared that without me he wouldn't know what to do or how to play without me. We've been together our entire lives and now it was just going to be him alone, he was hurt.
Or maybe that's just the narcissist in me.