my baseball boy // bruce yamada

slushees and a violent boy

VANESSAS POV

Griffin and i went back home and dad was sitting in the living room, griffin went upstairs and i went over to living room to ask for money but he was asleep with beer cans next to him. "Shit shit shit!" I whispered to myself. I cleaned the cans up, put a blanket over him, and got about 20$.

Griffin came down from his room with changed clothes; a big hoodie and loose jeans. "You ready?" I asked, hoping he doesn't smell the beer.

"Of course! Is dad asleep?" He stared at the back of the chair dad was sleeping in.

"Yeah. I just grabbed my own money," I felt bad for lying, but I had to. "Let's go!" I continued while dragging griffin out the door.

We walked about 10 minutes to the Grab n Go to see the pinball machine occupied by a long,curly haired boy. "Great." I mumbled. Griffin walked over to slushees and i followed. He got coca-cola insisting it was the best but I wouldn't budge about the TRUTH, I got cherry. The best. "Go grab some snacks, we can watch a movie, dad set my tv up." I explained, gesturing for griffin to go get food. As I was looking around I heard a loud CRASH.

Worried that it might be griffin I ran over to where it was, and of course. It was. Griffin was being held by the collar from the long haired boy from earlier, being threatened. "What the fuck." I mumbled.

Not thinking and pure rage flowing through me, i walked behind the boy.

"Hey asshole." I hissed.

"The fuck?" The boy snapped, turning to look at me and dropping griffin. Griffin quickly grabbed his stuff, including the slushees, (except mine.) and ran
over to the corner.

"Leave the kid alone. You look like a fucking giant next to him." I demanded.

He laughed.

"Who the hell do you think you are? I'll mess with whoever i want." The boy argued.

So, not thinking, I slapped him. The
kids around us started exiting in fear, while the boy in front of me had pure rage in his eyes, he looked at me, not breaking eye contact.

"Do you know who I am." He mumbled.

I was getting freaked out, but I couldn't show it.
"No. Nor do I care. No one messes with my fucking brother." I spat.

He looked at me with slight shock. Basically no one was in here except me,him,the cashier, and griff.

I walked away, took my slushee, paid for griffin and is' stuff and walked out.

"Holy shit." Griffin mumbled.

"Since when did you swear?" I joked.

"I already got a habit from listening to Gwen." He shrugged.

We started laughing together, we kept walking until we found a park and sat on the swings.

"Why did you do that?" Griff asked.
"I did it because you're my brother and my best friend, I'll never let anyone hurt you, as long as I live." I assured him. He seemed pleased with it, he kept drinking out of his slushee.

About 5 minutes passed by and I heard a loud grunt.

"What the fuck?" I breathed, looking at griffin. He looked back with a concerned expression on his face. I grabbed our snacks and my slushee while griff threw his empty cup in the trash.

We walked over to the commotion to see the same blonde hair boy from earlier beating the shit out of some middle aged guy? What the fuck? How strong is this dude. I scolded griffin to stay back and hold my stuff while I ran over to the boy.

"WHAT THE HELL?" I yelled and caught the attention of both of the guys.

The blondie dropped the man, flipped him off, grabbed my arm, and walked towards my brother. I was fucking confused and so was griffin, he started taking small steps back.

"Tell the little shit to stay still." The boy holding me demanded.

"Fine." i mumbled, "GRIFFIE STAY THERE" I shouted.

"Jesus. Could you be any louder?" he whispered.

"Oh! Im sorry, could you be ANY MORE ANNOYING." I replied, leaning in his face.

We finally arrived in front of my brother when the bigger boy let go of my arm.

"So why the fuck were you beating that dude up." I speculated, standing in front of griffin, for safety measures.

"Believe it or not. I'm a respectful human being and i kicked the shit out of that bastard because he was checking you out and that's gross." He nagged.

I was caught off guard. The dude who hurt my brother fought someone over them checking me out? Wow.

"Why'd you hurt my brother." I clenched my jaw, getting angry at the memory.

"He pissed me off cause he messed up my pinball game." The boy whispered.

I couldn't hold it in, i laughed. He looked at me with a confused expression on his face. He started laughing slightly too, and it was only a matter of time before griffin laughed quietly, over the fact someone would hurt another just because of pinball.
Then I realized that it was getting late.

"I'm guessing you go to school. I'll see you tomorrow pinball boy." I teased and walked away with griffin.

When we got home it was 9:30. 30 minutes early. "I'm going to bed, see you, griffie" I yawned, kissing the top of his head.

"See you." He walked away.

STARR IS BACK BABAYYY
writing is so fun. Maybe its fun cause i suck at it but omg