Phan-One shots

Braids over Baseball

Warnings: Swearing, crappy puns, song lyrics 

Word Count: 1865

Genre: Fluff

A/N Umm so I play baseball and I just wanted to write a cute fic where shit goes down.. So yeah ENJOY!

The coach sat me in the dugout again. I watch in envy as I see my whole team having fun and having competitive fights with the other team, who was cheering for their current batter, a blonde with incredible upper body strength.

I love baseball, although I can't bat, or catch, or throw, or run for shit. My reflexes are slow as fuck, and my mind is always somehow distracted by the most random crap at the most inconvenient times.

My team is pretty good, were defiantly going to make it to the final tournament. I'm pretty good friends with these two girls on my team, who's names are Louise and Cat, the rest of the players hate me which I don't really care about, as they are all extremely narcissistic anyways.

The game goes as usual, Cat's on third base, and Louise is playing center field. The girl hits the ball far out into the field and my other teammate, Maya catches it in the air, getting the runner out. She earns a cheer from the guys that came out to support her, which is her whole schools American Football team. My team shouts a cheer which we -and by 'we' I mean 'they'- created. And here I am, sitting silently at the sidelines.

How I wish I could do that. I want to be able to catch a pop fly or even a ground ball, but I always end up missing.

That was my teams third out. That was also my third inning without playing a position, and I also haven't batted yet. I gather up all of my courage and try my best to not sound too pathetic to ask our coach if I could get out and play.

I walk over to the rather large man. He was so big, that if he wanted to he could probably snap my neck in one quick movement, of course he wouldn't. He doesn't notice me at first. I tap him on the shoulder and he turns to face me. "What can I do for you, Phil?" He asks cheerfully.

"Um, well I haven't played yet today, do you think that I could at least play outfield next inning." I start to shake. For such a friendly man, he scares me a lot more than he should to be honest.

"Of course!" He smiles and turns around to write something down in the position lineup, presumably my name. I turn around to take a seat beside Louise and Cat. They're talking about some guy who comes to every game alone and just sits to watch. Everybody notices him, but nobody ever really speaks about him. I mean, what 17 year old boy would just randomly come to an amateur game just to watch. He has no reason to, he comes here alone. He doesn't say anything, he's kind of just there.

"But he is kind of cute, wouldn't you say so Phil?" Cat asks me. She knows that I like boys, and she often teases me about it. The teasing doesn't bother me, but that fact that I really do find him attractive does.

"Yeah, he's pretty cute.." I say quietly. I am honestly so shy, you wouldn't even understand.

Louise stands up to take her place up at bat, giving me a wink in the process. Cat stands up to go and find some water.

All of a sudden, I start to hear whispers pollute the air. Than a shout from one of my teammates, Braden, "What, Phil Lester likes guys!!"

My heart starts pounding out of my chest! The only people that I've told about my sexuality are Louise and Cat, not even my parents know. He must have overheard me call the mystery boy cute. I immediately retort with a shitty explanation. "What? I don't like guys, I was just saying cute like as in small, like acute." I cringe immediacy after, that was so bad.