Out of the Park

First Base✔️

the first of the four stations that must be reached in turn to score a run

~Joey~

I hated how much Sammy got into my head. We've only known each other for about three months, but we've been seeing each other almost every single day since we've met, whether it be our history project or baseball practice. I know Coach didn't actually ask for us to get along, but I could tell he was enjoying the fact that Sammy and I aren't going at each other's throats at every practice arguing with one another. He is a surprisingly easy person to get along with, I almost feel bad that I had to be paid in order to initiate a friendly relationship with him.

But I never thought it'd get this far. I thought we'd just get to know each other a little and be friends so we're not fighting during practices.

I didn't think I'd catch feelings like this. I can't stop thinking about him. I never felt this for a guy before, I've only ever liked girls, I don't know what it is about Sammy, but he's got me going insane.

Without even trying, I can spend hours describing every detail about him. Like how his brown eyes shine like pure honey in the sunlight, and how they burn with this spark he holds inside him whenever we play baseball. Or that the ringlets of curls in his hair make me want to twirl them around between my fingertips as he lies across my lap. His perfect smile is burned into my vision and I can hear the echo of his laughter in my dreams. Sammy isn't buff or particularly muscular, but he's lean and he's fit and I can't help but imagine my hands fitting perfectly between the dips of his waistline.

Sammy is like poetry. His verses are like a tangled web, trapping me with only my thoughts of him till I'm consumed by nothing but him.

Fuck I've read too many books.

I need to get him out of my head, and the one thing I usually use as a distraction will only make me think of him more.

~~~

I regret calling Danny.

Here we are, drunk out of our minds, proving to the world why there's a certain age you have to be to legally drink alcohol. I'm just hanging out in Danny's basement with him, Spencer, a few guys from the team, some girls that Spencer called, and Danny's sister, Ares. It's not a complete rager, but the music is loud and the people are loud and I am now regretting all my life choices as I lose in a game of Sorry. 

As Spencer laughs, pointing his fingers in my face as he loudly celebrates his victory in a dumb board game, Ares and a few girls announce that they're going to be playing Truth or Dare. I was hesitant to join at first then I realized, what the hell, I'm drunk and bored, might as well play a dumb little game.

I haven't played Truth or Dare since middle school so I tried to make myself look invisible so I don't have to be asked something stupid like who my first crush was. Luckily, I was able to survive two whole rounds before I had unfortunately caught someone's attention.

Some drunk girl pointed at me with a cheesy grin on her face, "hey blondie, truth or dare?" I could tell she won't remember anything tomorrow due to her not being able to sit up straight and the fact she is currently using one of her friends to keep her from crashing to the ground.

I look down at the drink in my hand, contemplating my answer for a quick second before I responded, "fuck it, dare."

People around me ood and awed as they anticipate her dare for me, leaning in close as if this were something more important than a drunk version of a child's game. I just want to get this over with, as long as I don't have to do something stupid, I'll be fine.