Out of the Park

Barrel it Up!✔️

Barrel it up: Refers to the action of hitting a pitch hard with the sweet spot of the bat

~Joey~

    How the fuck do I start a conversation with someone who, frankly, I don't like. I mean-of course he's cute, maybe a bit annoying but I don't know any other person who's hair still looks amazing after wearing a helmet. Cute smile aside, he basically robbed me of my Captain role, never have I been a co- anything.

    "Ahem," Sammy's fake ass cough grabbed my attention enough to make me realize I've been staring at him for way too long. Oh God that's embarrassing, maybe I'll lie and say I was so bored that I zoned out.

    "Sorry, I'm not very good at conversation starters," look at me, telling the truth for once. I guess I feel bad for all the lying I've done lately.

    "Okay, princess, tell me about yourself, like, why are you an ass to every new person you meet?" He rested his chin on his hands and smiled a mischievous smile that had "up to no good" written all over it.

    "First of all, don't call me princess, and second of all, I'm not an ass to every person I meet, you just happen to be more irritating than the average human being." I said, copying his--now fluctuating--smirk.

"Okay- that's unfair," he held his hand up. "I was only a reasonable amount of annoying considering you were a douche before we even started talking." I couldn't even counter back at him because him and I both know he's right.

    After that, the conversation just kept flowing like, it's as if we've been friends for years instead of consistently pissing each other off since we met a month ago. If an outsider was watching this conversation and the way we were talking, they would have assumed we were on an actual date. Which honestly made me a bit nervous because what if Sammy starts to think we have a thing going? Of course, I don't know his sexuality but I'm not blind, I've caught his wandering eyes. I just want to end up more confused than I already am.

    As far as I'm concerned, I am straight, I don't want to constantly be put in a situation where I'm frequently questioning that part of myself.

    Even with this internal turmoil, the conversation I was having with Sammy was continuing without a hitch. Soon, the food came out and it was a little awkward comparing what we ordered, me with my sandwich entree and soda while he sits with a water and a small basket of fries. It's not like this is a fancy, overly expensive establishment, but I can see why some people may be more reluctant to spending an unnecessary amount of money at a dumbass Fosters.

   "Okay okay okay-" Sammy's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "So you're telling me, at the ripe age of thirteen years old, you and Spencer thought it'd be a bright idea to run down a busy street in nothing but boxers!?" He could barely finish the question without starting to chuckle that soon turned in to full on laughing as he threw his head back, his curly brown hair bouncing as his body shakes.

    "Yeah, it wasn't the smartest decision but to be fair, we were bored." This statement only made him laugh more and I can't help but admire how good he looks when he's so happy. 

    I feel like I can spend hours describing his looks alone and hours more delving into his personality. Shut up.

    God what is Sammy doing to me? I was perfectly fine without him in my laugh, I can be perfectly fine again if I just ignored his existence, his cute smile aside. We're only doing this because I don't want coach to have to deal with his two co-captains always fighting, plus Spence paid me to get along with him.