She Stole More Than Just a Base

Chapter 41 3rd Person POV

[(A/n) important authors note at the end. Please read it]

Laska and Yeah-Yeah's lips hovered millimeters away from each other's as the boy whispered to her, "I really like you."

"I like you too," she finally admitted, feeling defeated since he was leaving in about a week or so.

A faint smirk flashed across his face, but disappeared as quickly as it appeared. He leaned in slowly and their lips met.

He wasn't the best kisser, though. He was far from being a good kisser, actually.

The peck was messy and slobbery. He chomped down on her bottom lip, but you could tell he was eager to finally kiss her.

It was probably the exact opposite of perfect, but it was special to the both of them. But especially to Yorky.

It was both of their first kisses, but Alaska really needed it. She finally knew what being loved felt like. She lacked affection her whole life, but it all finally clicked. She finally felt truly important to someone.

Although she didn't wish to take the kiss back, guilt filled her heart once they pulled away. Maybe Bertram wasn't the one for her, but she did love him. It just became clear she loved him as a brother, not romantically like she did Yeah-Yeah. But they were still going steady and she just kissed another boy behind his back.

She bit her lip and avoided eye contact. Just as he leaned in for another kiss, she leaned away.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," she blurted. "It's not fair to Bertram. Maybe when I break it off we can do this again."

Yeah-Yeah rubbed his face embarrassedly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."

"It's not your fault," she told him, "I let it happen. I'll see you tomorrow."

He watched her walk off and sighed inaudibly. He finally kissed the girl he had pursued for the last couple of months, and he managed to screw it up within seconds. Still, his lips tingled from his first kiss. His eyes shone brightly against the dark blanket that covered the sky.

Laska's POV

I had to make things right with Bertram, it was wrong of me to go behind his back and kiss one of his best friends. Why did I kiss back? But more importantly, it worries me that I liked it.

I hurried to Bertram's home and found him sitting on the hood of his car, staring at the sky.

"Bertram," I spoke softly.

"Laska!" he said brightly as he turned to face her. "How's Yeah-Yeah?"

"Um, Bert, I think we should talk," i nervously fiddled with the hem of my shirt.

"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" he confronted me shakily.

"I just, I don't think this," i motioned between us, "is working out. Don't get me wrong! I still love you, but just as a brother. I'm sorry, I really am."

"Something happened between you and Yeah-Yeah," he correctly accused me, his voice going a bit high pitch.

"Bertram -" I started.

"You, you . . . you slut!" he cried. "How could you? I thought I meant something to you!"

"You do," I confided, attempting to put my hand on his knee, but he jerked away.

"Then how could you do that to me, Alaska?" his voice broke. "How could you do that?"

"Bertram," I told him softly, trying not to cry as his eyes brimmed with tears, "I love you as a brother, you still mean so much to me. I just wish you understood. I don't know how to explain it."

His face looked angry, but his brown, doe-like eyes showed pure sadness. "I really was starting to think I loved you. I was so sure you felt the same, but I guess I was wrong," he whispered, barely audible.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say. I'm sorry."

"Just go, leave me alone. Don't ever talk to me again. Don't come by here again. Just don't even try to get involved with me again," he spat sourly and walked into his house, slamming the door.

I was stunned by his outburst. I stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened. I couldn't help but let a few tears fall from my eyes.

I walked home quietly and took the long way, taking my time. Thoughts raced through my mind. Did I just make a bad choice? Did I really just lose a friend for a boy who was leaving in a week? Etc., etc., etc.

I finally reached my lonely home and walked up to my bedroom. I got ready for bed and laid down. I turned off the lights as questions consumed me.

(A/N)

Hey guys! I'm SOOO SOOO SOOO sorry I haven't updated in ages. I've completed the plot as far as I possibly could at this point and I need 4 fillers until the final chapter. Please comment scenarios for four chapters, it'll help me update quicker. Vote please and comment. Make sure to check out my other Sandlot story, Good Enough. Again, I apologize for not updating for so long!!! I love you all so much!!! Stay gold.