Savannah // Michael Clifford

1.5 - This is Nicole

Savannah

The radio interview had went really well, lots of laughs and good fun. Bailey- the host – had fans send in questions in the prior days and then she took some from fans who called in during the show, hearing the fans have mini freak outs was the best part. And even though it was really early, all of the callers were excited and so full of energy; how they were like that this early was beyond me because I felt like I could use another few hours.

They made my morning that much more special.

Sadly, leaving there was really saddening since I had started having fun, though I had to since I was already running late for pregame warm ups. Thankfully, Breanna had called ahead and told them I'd be there in the next twenty minutes.

Changing clothes in the car was a new experience; that I really don't want to try again in this lifetime. Trying to stay down and cover up what could be seen was really hard.

"Sorry that I'm late." I breathed out after rushing into the stadium and finding Jordy. Everyone was out throwing passes back and forth or stretching out. "It's okay, your manager called ahead of time and let us know."

They were still waiting on a couple other people to show up, so I really wasn't that late at all.

The next few hours had went by pretty fast and before I had actually realized we were already heading into the third inning with my team up to bat. The score was tied at four with the bases loaded; I just hit and made it to first. The opposing team looked around seeing all the green jerseys on base and our next better up had already hit a home run; hitting another one and getting a grand slam wasn't something they wanted to let happen.

As the in field met at home plate, I racked my eyes across the stands, stopping in a spot that held four guys who stood out like sore thumbs. My smile grew seeing them in there and how I missed their loud cheering and obnoxious yells, I wasn't for sure.

I gave them a slight wave causing Michael to go into a full over reacting mode. I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head. Though I didn't have time to give him a eye roll as the umpire broke up the little time out as it had gone far too long; and called the game back to play.

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When the game ended and the press and photographers had come through to ask both teams questions and take pictures, I took that as my time to head out. The team I was on had lost by two, both scores coming in at the end of the seventh inning, but we had a great time just playing.

Some of the players in my team stayed back and did the press conference thing but I gave everyone my goodbyes and headed to the stadium. The first thing I did when I walked through the door to my dressing room was head into the showering area and strip my clothes. 

I was smelly and sweating like crazy and the warmth of the steaming water made it increasing difficult to actually want to get out. A lot of convincing myself that it was for the best later, I finally got out and put clothes on. I'd leave the makeup for Any to do later, and for my hair it was brushed and left to air dry.

Walking back into my room, I was surprised to find Michael sitting on the couch, remote in hand and eyes staring blankly at the screen as he flipped through the channels.

"Hey, Blondie, what're you doing here?" He shrugged his shoulders casually, not bothering to actually look my way.

I plopped down beside him, finding nothing better to do in the situation. A few moments of silence later the whole thing made me keep wondering.