Running Bases With You

Chapter 1

Hey guys! So this is the new fanfic that I've been working on, and that you've been waiting so long for! It's different from my other one, so hopefully it'll be much, much better! I'm really looking forward to writing this and I hope you guys like it! (: Enjoy! 😋

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*Annabeth's POV*

Just....one...more...

I wind up and stride off of the mound as hard as I can, snapping my wrist with all of the strength I can muster up. I watch the pitch go successfully into the catcher's glove along the outside corner. My favorite, and easiest spot to hit.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead with the bottom of my soaked t-shirt and I tuck my glove under my arm. I drag my feet across the diamond, kicking dirt all the way to the dugout where I plop down on the wooden bench.

"Tired already?! Aw c'mon Anna-B! You only pitched about 100 today." My best friend and catcher Talia says smirking at me. She's only messing with me, but I still wanna slap the smirk off of her face. I'm too tired to put up with her shit.

"It was 100 pitches thank you very much! The day you try pitching that many pitches at 6AM, you can start being a sarcastic bitch with me about it." I snap.

"And the day you try catching 100 pitches at 6AM, I should definitely be aloud to be a sarcastic bitch about it." She shoots back.

I sit up from my spot and scoff at her. "Puh-lease! Never in your wildest dreams Lia! Everyone already knows that pitching is much tougher than catching."

"Pfft, as if! You guys aren't the ones who have to wear all of that hot, sweaty gear, squat behind a plate for extended periods of time, and you guys aren't the ones who have to worry about a ball passing by you or anyone running over you at home plate during a tag play!" She argues.

Well now that you put it that way...

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I could never be a catcher!" I laugh at the mere thought of it. I don't see how she does it. I don't see how any catcher does it!

"Ah ha! See! Told ya so bitch!" She points a finger at me like the child that she is. She starts dancing around the dugout singing 'told ya so, told ya so, nah nah nah na boo boo!' annoying the living shit out of me.

I pick my glove up from the bench and throw it at her, hitting her right in the face. She stops dancing and gives me the deadliest glare making me laugh.

"Hahaha! Oh my gosh, you should see your face right now! I can't even!" I laugh harder at her reddening face and ears. Boy, is she pissed.

I stop laughing and stick my lip out. "Aww, is poor wittle Tawia mad? Oh you poor baby!" I run over to her and wrap her in a hug rocking her side to side and patting her back like I'm comforting a small child. She shoves me off and hits me upside my head with her catcher's mitt.

"Oi! That hurt! That is so not fair! Yours hurts worse than mine does!" I whine.

She just laughs and gives me a smirk. "Well what can I say? Karma's a bitch, right?"

I bite my lip holding back a smile knowing that she's right. Instead of giving her the pleasure of that, I pick my glove up off the ground and shove it into my softball bag and grab my water from the side pocket. I twist the lid off and chug half the bottle in about 10 seconds. Feeling much better, I unhook my bag from the fence and sling its straps over each of my shoulders.

Talia takes off all of her catchers gear and shoves it carelessly in her bag and grabs her small cooler from the end of the bench.

We walk outside of the dugout and lock the gates when we leave. I take out my keys from the back pocket of my softball pants and unlock the doors of my car. I throw mine and Talia's stuff in the trunk and I get in on the drivers side and buckle my seat belt.