𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✰ 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 ✔

f i v e ✺ summer sixteen

f i v e ✺ summer sixteen

Chris

That girl. That one girl. Rease.

That was the only thought I could think of during practice. And with that, a bad practice.

"Arch, what's up with you?" my good friend Matt Moore asked. "Your pitching's off."

"What? Nahh." I blew it off, hoping Matt would end the conversation then and there. But it didn't end out like that.

"What's on your mind, man?" Matt put his arm around me and took me to the dugout.

"Lately, there's been this girl."

Matt's eyes widened. "Tell me more. What's her name? Have you fuc-"

"Her name is Rease. No, I haven't. I saw her last Thursday at Rally's, then yesterday at the beach, I saved her, and later, at Steak N' Shake!"

"Whoa. You saved her?" Matt gave me a look. "Was she drowning?"

"No." I shook my head. "It was high tide, and she got knocked over by a huge wave."

"It gets choppy during that time." Matt sighed. "At least you were there to save her."

"Yeah." I put my glove back on. "But, I feel as we have a connection."

Matt stifled laughter. "And you've only met her twice! I swear to God...okay, do you know her last name?"

"No."

"Then you don't really know her, do you? For all we know, it's probably Becky with the good hair  trying to hide from Beyonce."

"Well, I'm pretty sure she's not Becky with the good hair, she's Rease...with a good smile."

We were playing one of our rivals, the Orioles. As usual, we were losing, thanks to a 3-run home run by Joey Rickard. So, by the fifth inning, the O's were up 3-0.

Up next to bat was Mark Trumbo. Trumbo, in my eyes, was one intimidating man. And I was the one to pitch the ball to him!

Which meant I had to strike him out.

I pitched the ball.

He misses. Strike one.

I pitch again.

He misses again. Strike two.

I pitch for the third time, and Trumbo hits it. And he starts running.

I look around for Rease, hoping that she was at least a baseball fan. Nowhere in sight.

As Trumbo ran, came two other O's players ran past home base.

5-0 in the bottom of the sixth inning. Shit.

End Of Game...

"Chris, you've gotta see this." Matt slid on the bench where I was sitting. "You know that website WritersCircle?"

"Yeah, I think so." What I knew was it was a website for teenage girls to type out their sexual frustration for Harry Styles in book form.

"That Rease girl, her last name's Shaffer."

"Rease Shaffer?" Richie came around the corner. "That's my sister, dude!"

"That's...your sister?" I ask. "I practically saved her life yesterday, and stole a chili cheese fry from her at Steak N' Shake."

"Rease never told me she almost drowned." Richie said in a hushed tone. "She was acting odd and I didn't know why." Then he raised his voice back to a normal tone. "Wait-you stole one of my chili cheese fries?"

"Anyways," Matt changed the subject, "back to WritersCircle. Rease, the girl you love-"

"You love my sister?" Richie seemed furious then. "She's twenty! Twenty!"

"Just shut up." Matt sighs. "She's actually a pretty big writer on here. Her last story, Heather Little: Medium At Large, received 10 million reads."

"Damn." I look at the story. "Quite the accomplishment."

"And her newest story, According To Him and Her? 573 reads already, and there's only two parts to it."

"What's her username?" I ask.

Matt passed his phone to me.

Her username was @modernreasie.

Later...

I found myself awake on my couch at about 2:15 in the morning. Usually, I was asleep until 2:15 in the afternoon, but tonight was an exception.

I scramble to find my MacBook and open up Google. I search up Rease's account on WritersCircle, and find the newest book she had written. I remember Matt telling me about it earlier, but I had semi-forgotten about it.

I open the link, and it sent me to the first chapter, the character list.

Brissa Huntley: Brissa, a vibrant 18-year old student, is a freshman at the University of North Carolina...

The picture of "Brissa" was a picture of some pretty Asian girl. I don't recall her name.

The next name threw me into a loop.

Antoine Johnson: A 19-year old student who hates school. Antoine is from South Carolina, and got to UNC on a basketball scholarship.

It wasn't exactly the name, it was the picture that really threw me off.

The picture of "Antoine" was me.

This really seemed to interest me more, so I began reading.

zero/blurb

"Ball is in fact life." Antoine said as he dribbled the ball. "And you..."

"And I?" Brissa tried to get it out of him.

"And...you are one hot tamale."

Brissa shook her head. "You're such a Juicy Hoot. Now clean out your ego with some Orbit."

"I love you, okay?"  Antoine looked at Brissa hopefully.

"Antoine,"  Brissa picked up her gym bag, "you're kidding."

a.n.
I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO CLICHE I SWEAR IT WASN'T MEANT TO BE LIKE THIS.
*takes a deep breath*
but it'll get better from here, I promise. By the way, do you like that Chris Archer guy as Antoine?
- Rease ♡

That Chris Archer guy? Now that turned me on a bit. But no wonder she was so popular; her writing style was like no other.

I decider then, 2:32 A.M, to text Richie.

Me (Chris Archer 👊⚾)
aye bruh what's your sister's number?

A little while passed by until Richie responded.

From: Shaff Man 🔥🚀
really? at 2:45 A.M?

Me (Chris Archer 👊⚾)
Please? I'd love to get to know her better.

From: Shaff Man 🔥🚀
ugh, I suppose. it's (919)-xxx-xxxx. And, if you're reading her stories, please don't tell her, man. She keeps her identity a secret.

Me (Chris Archer 👊⚾)
fine with me, my man. I just wanna talk to her.

After 10 minutes, Richie hadn't responded, so I just let my weary eyes close themselves to sleep.

And that sleep felt so damn good.

A.n...
so, this story is doing pretty good...
I like that.
So, I know it may seem repetitive, but it'll start to go somewhere real soon.

love always,
Rease 💝