His Number One Fan

Chapter 1

"The game will begin in five minutes. Please begin making your way to your seats at this time," the announcer said, his voice blasting over the speaker. It was the first thing that I heard as my best friend and I stepped into the Atlanta Falcon's baseball stadium. Evie and I were quickly making our way to the concession stand so that we could buy one large Mountain Dew; we shared everything. "The line-up is as follows: Julio Fernando, Chris Bennett, Asher Colton, Richard Thomas, Archer Jameson, Cade Pierce, Michael Riley, Peter Haynes, and Leslie Meyers."

I squealed, twirling my dyed red, naturally curly hair between my fingers. "I can't believe we're actually here!"

Evie laughed, paying for our drink, and dragging me along to the seats. I had no idea where we were going- this was my first game- but Evie has been to hundreds of them. Her and her father have went to these games ever since she could walk. I started watching baseball about a year ago, when I moved in with Evie and Hank because my parents died in a car crash.

We moved through the crowd and finally, an open archway made its way into my view. My eyes widened as I took in the nearing sight. The immense metalwork that was the stands, dotted mostly with either red, navy blue or white, which were the people wearing either T-shirts or jerseys for their favorite players. The green grass- freshly cut and painted. The reddish-brown dirt that was the infield, accompanied by three white bases and a home plate, and the two dugouts currently filled with all the players and coaches.

Evie found our seats relatively quickly considering how crowded it was and how limited the space came. We were seated on the right side of the field, close enough so that we could clearly see who was hitting, but far away enough to be able to see the whole field.

"When should we open up our sign?" I asked nervously. We had stayed up extra late last night, creating a bright, neon pink sign to attract attention. It had 'Archer and Asher, we're you're number one fans!' written in shiny, silver letters on it. And it was true; the first time I saw Archer I was star truck. I'd never seen a more handsome man. He was tall, around six foot three. He was massive, like a serious weightlifter and bodybuilder. He had light, straight brown hair that fell passed his ears in a 'whoosh' form, and he was always slinging it sideways. His blue eyes were gorgeous, and he had light brown stubble that ran across his jaw and face. His nose was slightly crooked from a past curved pitch, but the fact that he wasn't flawless made him that much more perfect. I had no idea why he wasn't married yet; he was a twenty-seven year old professional baseball player! Can you spell sexy? And Evie was absolutely in love with Asher Colton. His and Archer's name resemblance was purely coincidental, though they were best friends. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes, and he was known as quite the player. And not just in baseball, if you catch my drift.

"As soon as the game starts," she said, throwing her straight black hair up into a ponytail and straightening her white 'Colton' jersey. I had my white 'Jameson' one on that I got for my eighteenth birthday in January. It's now April, and graduation was in a month.

Music started playing, a recently released pop song, and I pulled out my phone. It was a newly made one, the second most expensive thing that I owned. The first being my Nissan X-Terra that I got for my sweet sixteen. "Let's take a picture." I grinned. "For memory."

We leaned into each other an I snapped the picture. We both examined it. My dark, but subtly vibrant, curly long red hair mixed with her sleek black hair was a beauty all in itself. My pale skin was contrasted by her tan skin. My white diamond stud glittered in my right nostril; Evie had a blue lip ring with a green ball on it. We weren't gothic. We were actually far from it. We dressed flashy, but casual. We were also everyone's friend at school.

Suddenly, the Falcon's theme song came on, so we pulled out our sign and held the bottom of it so we could see over the top. We were both short; me a small five foot four, her a slightly smaller five foot three and a half.