She Stole More Than Just a Base

Chapter 36 Emmee's POV

Alaska and I walked home with that gangly kid Bertram, but I was itching to ask her about the Squints boy. I didn't know if I should ask with her boyfriend around, though.

They kept holding hands and talking, so I just walked behind them, but I had enough of it and spoke up. "Where we goin' guys?"

They looked back and Alaska said, "Oh, uh, you can go home if you want. We're just going to his friends' place."

"I'll stay with you guys, but, uh, what're we gonna do there?" I asked.

Bertram looked at my cousin with wide eyes. "Uh, take some drags of MJ," he answered, slightly muffled.

I stopped dead in my tracks. "Laska, you smoke marijuana?" I exclaimed.

"No - never mind!" she answered, then turned to Bertram. "I'll see you tomorrow, Weeks." She stood on her tippy toes and he bent down slightly and she kissed his cheek.

"Bye Yorky," he grinned goofily.

Mental gag. What does she see in that weirdo? Nasty.

"Goodbye Bertram," I glared at him.

Yorky and I walked home, but she went on and on about her lover boy.

"Quit swoonin', Adiego," I taunted her.

"I ain't swooning, you're just jealous because he's mine," she smirked.

"Don't flip your wig," I teased, then smirked. "Plus, I got my eye on someone else."

"Ooh, who?" she asked and I could hear the smile on her voice as she unlocked her front door and we went inside.

I chuckled embarrassedly and blushed. I groaned reluctantly and we walked upstairs to the room we shared.

She shut the door and sat on the bottom bunk - her bed. "Who is it?!" she whisper-shouted.

"Squi-" I started.

"Squints?!" she cut me off. "No way! Him?"

I nodded. "Don't go ape! You like Bertram, and I don't even think you like him, I think you're confused or lonely - or both! Plus, what's the problem with him?"

"I dated him, Emmers!" she spat meanly at me.

"So?!"

"Emilee, he's my ex-boyfriend!" she lost her stuff.

"What's your bag, man?" I asked her irritatedly.

"Never mind, forget it," she huffed.

"I'll try," I puffed.

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Chrissy's POV

"So, Yeah-Yeah," I started, wanting to talk to him about his love life.

"Yeah yeah?" he asked.

"Yorky, huh?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him knowingly.

"What about her?" he blushed.

"You gonna ask her to the summer dance, you know, so you can get with her before you leave?" I asked.

He shrugged and looked at his feet. "Uh, I dunno. She's got Bertram. I wouldn't do that to him. He's one of my best friends."

"Aw c'mon," I groaned and slapped the back of his head.

"Ow!" he yelped and his head shot up. "What was that for?!"

"You're stupid!" I scolded him. "You don't actually believe she likes him, do you?"

He nodded uneasily.

"Yeah-Yeah," I groaned again. "You idiot! She doesn't really like him! She may not know that, but I do! They don't even look good together! They looked weird!"

He stayed quiet.

"Just talk to her, you dork! She'll probably be swoonin' if you try to get her to like you! And that Playboy magazine lie doesn't work!"

"I don't know, it's kinda hopeless now," he rubbed the back of his neck.

I buried my face in my hands. "You're such an egghead. Talk to her, but try not to make it too obvious that you like her, and be more subtle when you flirt with her."

"Wow, how specific," he muttered sarcastically. A moment later he added, "What do I even say to her?"

I shrugged. "I dunno, ask her about stuff she likes or ask her to teach you to pitch - or even practice with her! Like catch for her!"

"Yeah yeah," he agreed, a smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks Christmas," he smirked.

"Not that nickname," I groaned as he exited my room and I heard the little turd laugh from down the hall.

I got ready for bed and took a shower and all that good stuff, then sat on my bed, pondering on what I should do.

I grabbed my baseball cards and skimmed through them, when it hit me. Timmy hasn't called me in a while. He's been so distant lately. I shrugged that thought off, though. I'm probably just over thinking. It's whatever.

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I woke up to Yeah-Yeah pounding on my door. What a lovely noise, I thought sarcastically.

"What?" I groaned.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty," Xavien's voice singsonged.

"Yeah yeah, you have a visitor. And mom said you have to hang with them today and that you couldn't go to the sandlot," Yeah-Yeah informed me.

I sighed. "I'll be right there."

After probably 15 minutes, I was ready. Nothing special, just some jeans, my PF Flyers, a Mickey shirt, and my Yankees cap. I ran downstairs and found Micah sitting on my couch.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned.

"I just wanna make peace. I didn't mean to be that mean to you. It was just a pulling hair on the playground type thing. Truce?"

I sighed. "I dunno..."

"Please Chrissy! I'll do anything!" he begged.

"Ughhh," I groaned. "Fine."

He smiled. "Thank you!" He jumped up from the couch and gave me a big ol' bear hug.

To be continued...

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Heyoooo!!!! Sorry for not updating! Writer's block sucks butt. I'm dying. It's leak week. Ughdgifbldsjog. So one of the reasons I haven't really had inspiration is because I actually have quite a few feeling for this kid. Like, legit I fangirl over him. He goes to me school. He's in my English class. He's chill. And smart. And I really like him a lot. And he likes me too. So yeah, sorry. I'll try to update more often. School is a pain in the booty. I skipped 6th period yesterday. I'm so rebellious. Okay, leave suggestions of what you want to happen in the comments. Vote please! Just a btw, your comments actually do motivate me to write, no joke. I love to read them. Well, stay gold and stay rad.

~Your homie,
Yorkers