She Stole More Than Just a Base

Chapter 43 Yeah-Yeah's POV

Tomorrow.

I was leaving tomorrow. All the way to Maine. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I had finally gotten the girl I've wanted for months, and I'd gotten more than I thought I ever could. And now I was expected to just pack my stuff, get up, and leave. Not now. I couldn't get on a train and leave now.

I sat up slowly in my crinkled bed sheets, the sun rays just barely shining through the mostly-closed blinds. I didn't know if Xavien was awake yet, so I stayed quiet. The sleep in my eyes was still freshly evident and I rubbed the bags under my green blue eyes.

Suddenly, but not surprisingly, I saw a pair of tan legs swing over the side of the top bunk. "Hey, Vien," I croaked in my raspy morning voice.

"Hey, kid brother," he greeted solemnly as he sat beside me. He was quiet, though, and he had a spaced out look in his green eyes. He ran a lazy hand through his bed headed hair and sighed. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself.

"I just, I don't know why Richard is trying to rip our family apart," he mumbled. "You know, last night, after you fell asleep, I overheard him and mom talking. He's trying to convince her to send me to a boarding school for athletes or something. I don't know why, though; you're obviously the athletic one. And he wants to send Chrissy away too. To where, I don't know."

"Yeah, yeah," I agreed. "Why is mom letting him do all this? He knows I have a life here. He knows baseball is the only thing I had, and now he's just taking it away."

Xavien didn't respond until a few seconds later. "That Alaska chick," he suggested the subject, "you ever get with her?"

I couldn't help but let a small, sad smile creep to my lips. "Yeah, yeah," I rubbed the back of my neck. "She's pretty cool."

He smiled along with me, "You really like her, huh?" he queried despondently.

I laid back on my bed and covered my face with my hands. "'Like' is an understatement," I paused. "She's just so, so, so . . . great. She's gorgeous, she's funny, she's nice, she's sassy, she's got a banging body - "

Xavien erupted in laughter and took about a minute to catch his breath. "You're little, how do you know what a banging body is?"

"I'm a teenage boy," I told him embarrassedly.

"Shut up, you greaseball," he laughed. "Let's finish getting you packed."

I watched as he opened the bottom drawer on our shared dresser and took out my favorite baseball. He also grabbed my ball cards and Bazooka Bubblegum packs. He took out some family and friend pictures and laid my belongings neatly in my luggage. Suddenly something clicked in my mind.

I sprung up from my bottom bunk and slipped my faded black PF Flyers easily onto my feet. "Whoa, where you going?" my brother questioned as I ran out of the room, then house.

I disregarded his question and sprinted to Vincent's. I didn't care that I was being seen in an oversized white tee shirt, baggy pajama bottoms, and that my hair was probably sticking up in every possible direction. I bursted through the glass doors and almost ran into an elderly woman.

"Watch where you're going, scamp!" she shrieked and she walked out.

I stopped at the cashier and passed for air. As best as I could, I formed the question, "Mr. Vincent, do you have a locket?"

He smirked, his elderly features gave a knowing look. "Ah, young love, eh?" he chuckled heartily as bent down and returned with a beige cloth in his hands. He unwrapped the soft fabric and revealed a gleaming silver locket.

"How much?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Free," he smiled. "I used to like a girl here in the Valley, too, you know. Her name was Belinda. Beautiful, beautiful girl. Always smiling, always laughing. I would've done anything for her. But I didn't have a lot of money and my local stores weren't so kind. Take it and give it to your special girl."

My face lit up like a Christmas tree. He rewrapped the necklace dropped it on my palm. "Thank you, sir. Thank you!" I grinned and ran all the way home.

I dug up my mom's camera and had Xavien take a picture of me cheesing real big. I had him go to Lask's house and get her picture, too.

When he returned, I cut the two pictures into a suitable shape and slipped them into the necklace. I grinned at the finished product and wrapped it in the beige cloth. I couldn't wait to give Alaska the necklace tomorrow.

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Yooooo! Sorry for not updating sooner, but it's hard to come up with fillers. Speaking of fillers, sorry for the cruddy chapter. At least you got to spend the day as Yeah-Yeah.

ATTENTION
The next chapter will be happening at the same time this happened. Please, READ/WATCH THE OUTSIDERS IF YOU HAD NOT DONE SO YET. I HAVE FORESHADOWED THE SEQUEL THROUGHOUT THE BOOK!!! IF YOU WISH TO CONTINUE ALASKA'S LIFE, I STRONGLY RECOMMEND DOING THIS!!!!

Anyway, I love you guys! DONT BE A SILENT READER!