Falling For The Catcher

Chapter 4- (part two)

One of Bec's posters^

Recap:

I finally got my foot unstuck, but only to fall on Jordan. "Sorry." I smiled sheepishly. He was laughing making me laugh. I looked at our position and laughed harder.

We sobered up and looked at each other in the eyes. I smiled making him smiled. We snapped out our moment as we heard a little kid say, "Look mommy. They're cute together. Aren't they?" I chuckled at the little girl who had to be no older than six or seven.

We got up and leaned against the tree.

"this was fun. Oh here is my number so you can send that pic." I wrote my phone number on his hand with sharpie so it doesn't wash easy. He smiled.

"Hey you wanna come to my house? We're having a cook out for lunch." I asked hoping he would say yes.

"I would be happy to." He said grabbing my hand. We walked over to my skateboard, that surprisingly didn't get stolen, and stayed walking to my house.

****at the house****

Bec pov-

"Hey! I'm home!" I yelled. I rolled my eyes and let go of Jordans hand. "Yo, I brought icecream!" I yelled hearing foot steps coming down stairs.

I smiled as I watched Sam, Hunter, and my brothers coming down. I laughed at them.

"Nice to know you care about icecream more." I rolled my eyes, laughing.

"Who's that?" Mike asked. "My friend who bought me icecream and is eating with us. Oh, Hunter you're invited to if you haven't been invited yet."

"That's not fair!" Mike yelled.

"What's not fair?" I asked.

"You already have friends. And you had icecream!"Mike yells waving his hand like a retard.

I rolled my eyes. "Get over it cupcake." I walked upstairs. I looked behind me. "Hunter, Jordan, Sam...are you coming. Food won't be done till a while."

We walked upstairs to my room.

My room unlike other normal girls,my room is messy. I don't like to clean, at all. I have posters of anything that has to do with sports, mostly baseball. I also have trophies and in my closet....it's mostly boy or tomboy-ish clothes. No dresses. I despise them. And don't even get me started on heels.

My bed spread has baseball's, gloves, and bats, plus it's not made its messed up.

My carpet is a cream color, and my walls are navy blue. I'm getting ready to paint my own designs on my wall.

"Are you sure this is your room." Sam and I looked at each other and then busted out laughing.

"Yes Hunter," laugh. "this is" laugh. "my room." Laugh.

We sobered up. I walked over to my bed jumping, hoping I land on it.

I landed on my stomach facing the bed. I was about to get up when Sam jumped on me. "I got her!" She yelled.

"Get off me fat ass." She got off me and we laughed.

"Hey Hunter I want to show you something." Sam said running out of the room closing the door.

While I tied my hair in a high pony tail I heard something moving outside my door. "Open the door." I pointed. He tried opening it. It didn't budge. My door opens out into the hall. So if they put a chair or something heavy in front of it I can't open it.