"girl, you're so much more than gorgeous
So much more than perfect."
In which...
Baylen Levine's best friend, Evelyn Summers, a girl who loves her friends more than anything, falls for one of them.
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We were all back in Georgia now, and we were at Peej dad, mark's, little league practice, since he got a job as a youth baseball coach, and Peej was his assistant.
Me, Baylen, Peej, and Noah were all there.
"Do you actually help him coach?" Baylen asks with a laugh.
"No, I iust talk with them about fortnite." Peej laughs.
"Can I be the head coach?" Baylen asks as the kids cheer.
"Y'all need a team mom?" Noah laughs.
"No, we wanna win." Mark says as we laugh.
"I identify as a seven year old, can I get a spot on the team?" Baylen asks.
"No!" Mark laughs.
The three boys go mess around in the batting cages, and the only one who could hit the ball correctly was Peej, since he did baseball growing up.
We watch Mark coach for awhile, and eventually practice is over.
"Can he play?" Baylen asks mark as he pushed Noah towards Mark.
"No one over twelve." Mark says.
"He is twelve!" I laugh.
"Yeah! Twelve hundred pounds!" Mark says as we all laugh.
"How is he making fat jokes!" Baylen laughs.
"You're acting like you're not going to an all you can eat chicken wing buffet right after this." Peej laughs.
"This is literally friendly fire." Noah laughs.
We all go to a wing place, because they had a special occasion thing where they did unlimited chicken wings.
"Dinners on me." Baylen says.
"That's a dangerous thing to say at this table." Peej whispers in my ear as I laugh.
"You guys ready to order?" The waitress asks as she walks up to our table.
"Oh we're ready." Baylen laughs.
They order a bunch of chicken wings, a beer for Mark, and water for the rest of us, except Noah, who obviously got a coke.
"Mark, what do you think of Peej's tattoo?" Baylen asks as Peej shows Mark his arm that has a new tattoo on it. "He has to get a dick tattooed on his back cause he lost a bet."
"Well he doesn't have one on the front." Mark says as everyone bursts out laughing.
"Should we make my dad an instagram account?" Peej asks me.
"Yes." I laugh.
"Mark, did you hear about Peej and Evelyn?" Noah asks.
"No?" Mark questions.
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you." Peej laughs. "We're dating."
"Took them long enough." Mark laughs.
Under the table, Peej laces his hand with mine.
Once we're done eating, We all go outside.
"Baylen, can Peej stay at the condo tonight?" I ask Baylen as Peej and I walk out hand in hand.
"Yeah sure." Baylen laughs. "What am I gonna do, say no?"
"Fair point." I laugh.
We all go home, with me and Peej in the back seat, and Noah and Baylen in the front.
Noah has a house in Georgia, but was gonna stay with us.
Kyle was in Florida still, visiting his parents.
The place we were at was about an hour away from the condo, so it was a long drive.
I had my head against Peej as we drove, and he held an arm around my shoulder.
"Peej, you know who's birthday is coming up soon?" Baylen asks.
Peej and I's birthdays were only a few weeks apart, but he was a year older than me.
"Mine." Peej smiles.
We eventually get to the condo and Peej and I go to my room.
I shut the door behind us, and Peej pushes me against the wall and kisses me.
Pj had complained almost the whole day, because we were in the car driving to Georgia, then with his dad, and so he couldn't kiss me the whole day.
He eventually pulls away, and smiles. "Finally."
"Was it worth the wait?" I laugh.
"Always." He smiles. "Can I play cod on your xbox"
"Of course." I smile.
I go sit on my bed, and he goes to my computer that my xbox was connected to, and gets on cod.
"Fuck." He groans as he dies.
The next ten minutes is filled with me laughing at him dying so many times and cursing at the top of his lungs.
"I hate this!" He groans.
"No you don't." I laugh.
"Come here, I need emotional support." He says.
I walk over to him, and he pulls me down on his lap, facing the computer as he wraps his arms around my waist with the controller in his hands, and keeps playing.
