She Stole More Than Just a Base

Chapter 34 Chrissy's POV

I woke up and found that Yeah-Yeah had already left to the sandlot. What'd I expect? He never liked me playing with them, especially since Timmy and I liked each other and Timmy was one of his friends. Anyway, I rolled over and looked at the clock. It read, 11:03? Shit! It's too late to go to the sandlot!

Anyway, I was pretty bummed and I walked downstairs. My grandpa was sitting in his chair and staring out the window. "Hey Pa," I chirped, although I was pretty upset.

"Good morning Girlie," he smiled, calling me by the nickname my grandma gave me before she passed because I was the only girl in my family.

"Whatcha doin?" I asked and sat on the arm of his chair.

"Nothing," he replied.

"Where are Alan, my parents, and Xavien?" I asked.

"They went to go talk to the high school you'll be attending to let them know about Alan's new school. He's almost going to be moving there, you'll only have a few more weeks to spend with him before he leaves until Thanksgiving," he said.

I sighed. I was gonna miss my brother a lot, he's my twin for Pete's sake! Who wouldn't miss one of their best friends? "Why are Mom and Dave sending him all the way to Bridgeton Academy? It's all the way in Maine?" I asked.

"He's getting bad grades, Chrissy. He's failing almost every class but gym and shop -" he started.

"But they're overreacting! Can't they just get him a tutor?" I cried, cutting him off.

"Christian," he said sternly, "he's not taking his education seriously. I truly believe they're doing this for his best interest, and I don't disagree."

"So that's it?" I asked. "They're just gonna send him off to military school?"

He nodded sadly and sighed. "So that Alaska girl, did he tell her yet?"

"Yorky? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well he speaks so highly of her, isn't she his girlfriend?"

"No!" I almost exclaimed. "He likes her and she's one of my best friends, but she doesn't feel the same way towards him."

"Oh," he said quietly. "Can you bring her over? I need to talk to her to see if she's really as special as Alan makes her out to be."

I nodded and ran up to my room. I dialed her phone number, but I didn't expect her to answer. Surprisingly, she did.

"Hey New Yorky," I said. "Wanna come over and hang?"

"Sure, like right now?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll be right over."

We hung up and I ran back down to the living room. My Grandpa read a bit of the paper to me and we chatted. Finally the doorbell rang and I got up to answer it.

"Hello Yorkers!" I greeted Alaska and let her in. "That's my grandpa, but we call him Pa or Pa-Pa. Pa, this is Alaska but I call her Yorky."

"Hello Yorky," he said politely.

"Well, I'm gonna go upstairs and take a quick shower," I told them and ran upstairs.

I took a long shower, lying to them, but who cares? It's an old man talking to a teen, what could possibly happen? It only took 2 hours, not that big of a deal.

What I do to take that long to ask? I stand there. Yup, I just stand there. Who doesn't?

Anyway, I went back downstairs and found them in the kitchen eating sandwiches. "Why are you guys eating lunch an hour late?" I asked, interrupting their conversation.