She Stole More Than Just a Base

Chapter 42 Chrissy's POV

Yeah-Yeah woke me up at around seven and I rushed to get dressed. We grabbed a couple pieces of toast and hurried to the sandlot.

No one was there, though. No one at first. No one at second. No one at third. No one at short. No one in the outfield. No one pitching. No one catching. No one batting. No one even in the dugout.

My brother and I looked at each other. What the he'll was happening to the group?

"We should go," I suggested despondently, turning around and walking back home.

"Yeah, yeah, good idea," he agreed, walking with me.

The trip home was quiet. You could just feel the tension in the air. I could tell Yeah-Yeah's mind was racing. About what, I had no clue.

I finally spoke up, "Hey. Don't let your mood get too low, this isn't your fault."

"Yeah, yeah, it is. If I'd just told them I was leaving - " he started, but I cut him off.

"No, listen to me. None of this is your fault. It's all our stepdad's. Just, just go do what you need to do, I'll be with Timmy if you need me," I told him.

He smiled sadly, the spark of mischief in his eyes now dull. "Thanks, sis." With that, he ran off to who-knows-where.

I put my glove on the kitchen counter and lumbered over to the Timmons' house.

I rang the doorbell, hoping with all my heart Mrs. Timmons would not be the one to answer the door. Please, I prayed, please.

Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

The door opened and the much too thin woman appeared. "Hello Christian, hello!" she screeched obnoxiously. "What may I help you with?"

"Um, can Timmy hang out?" I asked.

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Of course," she said with suspicion. "Timothy!" she called into her home, "Christian is here to see you!"

A few moments later, Timmy appeared. "Bye mom, I'll see you later."

We walked to the back of Vincent's Drug Store and sat on the crates.

"Timmy?" I asked quietly, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he hummed, holding my hand.

"Do you think we'll be okay without my brother?"

He was quiet for a second. "I think we'll be okay, but it just won't be the same."

I played with his fingers. "How did you and the guys meet Scotty?"

"He moved in the neighborhood, same street as Ham and Benny, and Benny brought him over here to meet us. Benny taught him how to play, you know. We all thought he was a lost cause, but without him I think all our lives would be different. Man," he sighed, "it feels like just yesterday we were in the summer of sixth grade, but that was two whole years ago."

We sat in silence for a bit. "I love you, Timmons, I really do," I confessed.

"I loved you, too, McClennan, so much," he kissed my temple.

 

Yeah-Yeah's POV

I walked over to Yorky's home quickly. I had to see her. The girl I've wanted for months was about the slip from my grasp.

I knocked on her door and waited for an answer.

A slender woman with blonde hair and golden eyes appeared with a purse and car keys in hand, seemingly in a rush to get somewhere. "Hello, young man," she greeted me, trying to mask her impatience. She must be Laska's mom.