Bestfriends Forever.
Just bestfriends that spoke like lovers.. and that seemed to be enough for two teenagers who were scared to love one another.
Emilia (Emily) Winters and Tyler Cavill.
The two have been unseparated since they're born. First step...
Okay. Remember how Ty is a major MLB fan? Duh, he's a pitcher—of course he is. The guy lives and breathes baseball. No, I mean—notice how he's also a huge fan of all these major league teams? Dodgers, Phillies, Yankees—you name it.
But, there's this.. one team.. and for some reason, he despises them with a passion. I swear—it's like he came out of the womb hating them. But I guess it runs in his blood. His old man, Greg? Yeah, he hates them too.
...
Oh shoot I just realized—yeah I.. I know why.
Ok I got to give you guys more context. Mr. Cavill—bless him—has always dreamt of playing for them, but failed miserably—so..
Well, my dad and I? Every time they throw their hatred on them like maniacs—of course with several weird looks from other spectators—we usually just shrug it off. Sure, I've become a baseball 'fan' since I was a kid because of those guys—but let's just say my dad and I aren't fanatics. We just go with the flow.. predicting who'll win—our favorite thing to do, and.. heh—whoever we choose usually wins. Ask anyone. Popular boy magnet? Bruce Willis? Baseball team winnings? Yeah, I know.
We're just lucky bastards.
And now.. we're in this baseball season, which—you know the drill. You know how I'm surrounded by these baseball junkies, right? So.. here I am, outside the biggest stadium of the town with the whole River High baseball gang—plus their plus ones—stuck in the middle of their heated arguments about which team is gonna come out on top. And if you're asking..
Yes, this is the World Series.
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The MLB World Series is bustling with energy. Excited chatter fills the air as fans from all teams gather, adorned in their team colors and jerseys. Street vendors line the sidewalks, selling an array of baseball-themed merchandise—from hats and jerseys to foam fingers and pennants. The scent of freshly grilled hot dogs and popcorn wafts through the air, tempting hungry fans as they make their way to the stadium gates—including you.
Holding a pair of hotdogs, you struggle in receiving a sweet jumbo popcorn—when suddenly, like a force from God, a pair of helping hands swiftly catches them—also taking a box of hotdogs from your other hand, lightening your load. Turning to see who the savior is.. you're met with the sight of a blonde boy.
With a confident grin, Dominic's handsomeness shines through as he dons a blue and white bomber jacket that perfectly complements his sun-kissed blonde hair—bouncing perfectly under his white NY cap. His piercing blue eyes twinkle with mischief as he effortlessly juggles the hotdogs and popcorn, and you never see anything so. hot. before. Giving him a grateful nod, you watch him as he gives you a playful wink. And if it doesn't fly you to the moon..
