Baseball Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend

:Baseball Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend: Chapter One

             "This would be a perfect place for a baseball player to live," my father said during dinner.

             I almost chocked on my food as he announced his "big news." Dad was a team manager of the Miami Dealers, a local baseball team.

             "Are you serious?" I asked my jaw basically dropping to the floor.

             Dad shrugged. Mom was eating her food as if nothing was wrong with Dad bringing in a baseball player in the house. Well maybe there was nothing wrong with it but the fact that we were actually going to have a stranger living under our roof was kind of scary. Not to mention creepy.

             "It's not like I don't know the kid," Dad said taking a bite out of his chicken breast.

             "I don't see anything wrong with it," our housekeeper, Teressa said while pouring me another glass of water. I thanked her with a smile.

             It wasn't like I didn't like baseball. In fact, I loved watching the game. However, having a guy in the house was going to be a challenge and there would definitely be changes around the house. For example, I can't take my usual afternoon swim out in the pool since there's going to be another man in the house and God knows how perverted teenagers can be.

             "Honey are you sure about this? He'll be here for the whole summer," Mom finally spoke up.

             That was right. He would be staying for a whole summer in here too, whoever he is. A shiver ran down my spine. He could be a serial killer for all we know! Okay, that was a little over dramatic, but you never know.

             I really didn't have any problem with baseball players. I swear I didnt. But I did however had a problem with strangers at my house. As social as I could be in school, I liked to be comfortable at my own house. Everyone knows that with a new person living at your house things will have to change. And I liked everything the way it was at my house.

             "We have plenty of space in this house," Dad said nonchalantly. "Enough for me to actually sponsor three kids, but I'm only taking in one player."

             A little too much room, I agreed. That wasn't the point though, would I really want a stranger living under our roof? The answer to that would be a big, fat, heck no.

             "Three?" I squeaked. "You've got to be kidding me. Three guys?"

             Dad shook his head. "No, kiddo. I'm only taking in one. My point was we could take in three."

             "He could be a serial killer, Dad!"

             "I know the kid. Plus his old man was a good old friend of mine and I promised both him that I would look after his son," he said.

             I sighed. "But he's going to be here the whole summer, Dad," I said emphasizing my words.

             "He's not going to cause you trouble, honey. This house is big enough, you wouldn't know he's even here at all," Dad said.

             I rolled my eyes. But I would know that he was here though.

             "You could even play ball with him in the backyard," Dad said smiling at me, "You've always like playing catch."

             "With you."

             There was an uncomfortable silence. I've always been a Daddy's girl, until of course, he started managing the Miami Dealers. He's been too busy to even spend some time to play catch with his one and only daughter. All his attentions were occupied by all those baseball players now.