Snapshots

She Can Play

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Maya's POV:
I know how to play softball. I might not have had a normal childhood, but the Matthews insisted I accompany Riley on the peewee softball team. So here I was, a sophomore in high school, and I still had the fundamentals of softball drilled into my brain. And Auggie played baseball. I knew how to play it, it wasn't all that different. But one day I was talking to Lucas and he was telling me how he couldn't teach Farkle any sports to save his life and how he was worried he was a bad teacher, and I couldn't stop myself from taking the opportunity to be alone with Lucas for once.
"Why don't you teach me something? You're good at baseball, right? Teach me that," I said trying to make him feel better. "It'll be fun," I tell him smiling at him from across the both at Topanga's.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt," he said to me and showing a little grin behind his obviously frustrated facade.
"Good, we'll meet at the field tomorrow at 10," I tell him pulling my ringing phone out of my pocket. "Hey Riley," I say into the speaker. "You're sick? Well where are Farkle and Zay?"
"Farkle is at the state spelling bee today, and Zay's at ballet practice. They both called me and canceled, and I thought they called you too. Sorry peaches, we're going to have to cancel the movie today."
"That's okay," I say over her coughs. "Huckleberry and I are already here so I'll tell him."
"Thanks Maya, I'm so sorry," she manages out over a choking cough.
"Feel better!" I tell her and hang up. "Change of plans," I tell the tall blonde watching me get up and put on my jacket. "We're going now." He gets up and follows me, laughing.

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Lucas' POV:
I know Maya knows how to play baseball. She kicked my butt in softball in the seventh grade to the point I had to start picking her for my team early. And when Riley and I 'dated' she would go with us to Auggie's baseball games. This girl knew how to play baseball. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she was on some peewee team growing up. But nonetheless, I jumped at the opportunity to be alone with Maya. So here we were, at my house, grabbing my bat and some balls. I grabbed my mitt as soon as Maya walked out of the bathroom wearing my old Yankees shirt and some of my mom's leggings and sneakers.
"Way better than that dress I was in," she laughs at me and closes the bathroom door. She looked perfect. I smile and lead her to the front door.
"Thanks mom, we'll see you soon!" I tell my mom, about to close the door.
"Hey Lucas, if it starts to rain early, y'all come right back here," she reminds me. "We'll take care of Maya too."
"Thank you so much Mrs. Friar," Maya says for the both of us.
"Of course honey. Have fun you guys!"

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Maya's POV:
"Alright, where do I start?" I ask Lucas standing in the middle of the field.
"You can start as the pitcher. You ready to learn how to play baseball?" he asks me as he walks me over to home plate.
"Huckleberry, I was born ready."
He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I believe it," he tells me.
We start off with a couple of basic tosses to each other between the mound and the plate. Then he tells me that he thinks I'm ready to try it for real. I walk to the pitcher's mound and he grabs his bat before walking to home. He does a couple of practice swings and I watch. Woah.
The first pitch was pretty bad, but I was distracted. "Close Maya, you've got this," he smiles at me. We move on to the next one. It's a perfect curveball and Lucas misses it.
"Maya, that was amazing. You've got amazing talent," he tells me looking at me in awe.
No Huckleberry, not talent. Just practice. "I've got an amazing teacher," I tell him instead.
He laughs and we do a couple more pitches, Lucas hitting a couple and missing some. We go and pick up the dropped balls and then he tells me we're moving onto catching. That was easy and slightly boring but in his words, "it's the most important part of the game." Sure Friar, sure.
It's about two hours since we've started and the skies are getting a little dark. But finally, we move onto batting. He instructs me how to hold the bat, and he even moves my hands around in position and I die on the inside a little but I don't let it show.
"Okay, show me how you'd swing." I purposefully swing 100% wrong. "Close, but not quite." And then before I know it, his arms are around mine and I swear he can feel my heartbeat with how close his back is pressed against mine. "Okay, breathe, pull back, and release. Perfect," he says laughing. I feel his giggle against my back and turn around to see his bright smile in the field lights. "Now try it on your own," he says backing up slowly.
"Maybe you should help me one more time," I tell him quietly. He hasn't fully let go of me yet, and our breaths are mixing to make the air between us hot. The smirk drops off of his face and I suddenly realize it's way closer to mine. Was that his doing? Mine? I'm not sure, and I don't really care. I see his eyelids flutter close and mine follow shortly after. But before anything happens, the skies decide to open up and I'm drenched within seconds. We both jump back from each other and open our eyes.
"Maybe we should get back to your house," I say laughing and smiling at him.
"Maybe we should, Hart," he says grabbing his stuff and his jacket. He puts it over my shoulders and smiles. "Let's go," he calls over the crack of thunder as he grabs my hand.

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Lucas' POV:
Well my mom about killed us when she saw how wet we were. But she helped us dry off and found us a couple of blankets. We both changed into different shirts, Maya wearing one of my old Longhorn t-shirts with her hair tied up in a loose bun. We were currently sharing a pile of blankets while sitting on my couch in front of a fire. A little extreme I think, but it's my mom so what are you going to do? She was holding her hot chocolate mug with two hands and smiling at me. She was adorable. I wish everyday was like this one.
"Thanks for teaching me baseball Lucas, you're a good teacher. I just don't think Farkle will ever get sports," she giggles under her breath.
"Yeah, he's a piece of work," I tell her joining in the laughter. "But I had fun. Thank you for hanging out and playing with me today."
"Anytime Friar," she tells me, making funny faces with her eyebrows over the rim of her mug at me. Oh I know she can play baseball, but I can't remember a time I've ever been this happy someone's lied to me.