In Drummer Heaven

First Date Fights

"I didn't know that you watched baseball." I admit and Tommy laughs.

"I don't usually. If you like baseball, I'll give it a shot." He says and tightens his grip on my hand. "And I like you in blue."

"Really?" I ask and he nods.

"You look beautiful in blue like you do in every other colour." Tommy says and I wrap his arm around my shoulders. "I know nothing about baseball." He admits with a smile. "Will you explain it to me?"

"Yeah, of course." I say and he pulls me in closer to him.

We watch the first few innings and I explain things as they happen. Tommy listens and kisses my cheek while I watch the game. He puts his forehead on my temple.

"You're so concentrated." Tommy says quietly. "You're so cute when you're concentrated." He laughs and kisses my cheek.

I smile and put my head on his shoulder, I lace my fingers through his. We watch the game for a little while longer before he starts asking questions again.

"Now why the hell does he get to go to first if he didn't even hit the damn ball?" Tommy wonders motioning to the Yankee that's walking to first.

"Because he got awarding the run. The pitcher throw him four balls." I say and Tommy makes a face.

"Of course he threw balls, Darc. What was he supposed to throw?" He asks and I laugh.

"Four shit throws." I clarify. "It's called base on balls."

"I think they should change that." Tommy jokes. "People are going to get confused."

"I think that's only you, babe." I smile and kiss his cheek.

We watch the game through and the Yankees win. My New York team lost and I was kinda sad about that, Tommy thought it was funny how much I got into the game. I lived in New York for a long time, some things are just deep seated, I guess.

"Where are we going now?" I ask as we get out to my car.

"How about we drive and see where we end up?" Tommy asks and I smile.

"Sounds good to me." I laugh.

I love driving and I love my car. 1968 Chevelle in beautiful candy apple red. A beautiful big block Chevy. This car is just straight up American muscle.

I'm not one hundred percent sure how long we were driving before ended up at the Santa Monica Pier. I've been living in LA for about seven years and I haven't been here yet. The neon lights are just starting to go glow and bounce off the water.

The sun is starting to set when we start to walk down the pier. Tommy holds onto my hand as we walk and we bump each trying to knock the other down. The thing is that Tommy is bigger than me and could easily knock me down.

"You're not going to completely go into that trance you went into last time, right?" He wonders and I smile.

"Not this time." I promise and he squeezes my hand.

"Good, you scared me." Tommy tells me and I frown.

"Sorry about that." I apologize and he smiles.