Green Eyes // A Sandlot Fanfiction

Chapter 1

   Vivian's P.O.V

   As I got off the plane out into the bright lights of the terminal, I had only two things on my mind: Grandma's cookies and a taxi to her house. (Yes, that was a slight Outsiders reference)

I had my carry on backpack slung messily across my shoulder as I walked through the crowded airport, trying to reach the baggage area.

As I looked around I saw numerous types of people. Mainly adults, but I loves was the diverse Ness. There were people from all different cultures. Growing up in Hawaii I've always learned to cherish and love the people around you. So it upset me when I found out people believed they were better then someone if they had a different skin tone.

I finally reached the baggage area and silently waited for my bag. If I had my friends with me, we most likely would have jumped on the convater belt and acted like fools until we got kicked out, but that was with my friends. Now I just stand here quietly because everyone and everything is different.

I see my bag and quickly rush to get it, because I know that if you miss it it will take so long just for it to come back. Trust me it's happened before. That was the first time I flew alone over to Grandmas.

Now with my backpack and bag in tow I briskly walked towards the open doors of the airport where I'm going to need to catch a cab. Lord only knows what would happened if Grandma tried to drive again. I love her and all but no way was I getting in a car with her driving. Let's just say, if she was in a NASCAR race she would win.

I step out onto the curb of the sidewalk and wait until I see a taxi coming. When one does come finally, I stick my arm out and wave it down. It pulls into the spot I'm at and the driver quickly gets out.

"Here let me get your bag, Miss," he says and I step out of the way, while thanking him. He puts it in the trunk as I get into the backseat of the cab. I watch as he walk around the front of the car and to the drivers seat where he climbs in.

"Where are we off to Miss?" He asks in a cheerful tone. He couldn't have been more then 25 years old. On his dashboard I could see that he had a sticker that said Lewis Baker. That must be his name.

" Um.. 1608 Margera Rd," I say to him. He just smiles and nods.

(This is a random address, that I came up with, if it's real then please don't go and do anything to the people there. Not that I think anybody would.)

I sit back in my seat and unzip the front pocket of my back pack. Taking out $20 I put the rest of the money back and zip up the pocket.

As I wait for the ride to be over I turn and look at the window. I can see all the passing buildings and stores. Most of them are vaguely familiar from past experiences when Grandma would take me to them the past times I was here.

The taxi stops at a stoplight and I take the time to look closer at my surroundings. Out the window I can see a little shop called Vincent's drug store. In the front are a group of boys . From what I could tell the two boys on the left hand side were talking to the 7 boys on the right. They all had baseball mitts with them. Just as the light turned green, the taller of the two boys on the left looked my way. He was tan and had brownish black hair. We make eye contact and I turn my head so that I'm facing the back of the passenger seat. I like his eyes.

Three more minutes and I was finally at my Grandmas. The Taxi driver, or Mr.Baker, got my bag out of the car and I paid him the twenty dollars. I waited until he drove off to finally open the gate of the all to familiar yellow house of my Grandma. I walked up the pathway an dust as I reached the stairs , I heard yelling and footsteps.

I turned around only to see the group of boys from the drug store. They were all running down the street. And one by one they all slipped through an opening in an old broken down fence. The fence was covered in over grown bushes and vines. Which made it so that I couldn't see over the already tall fence. There were two of them left and I recognized them as the two boys on the left. The tan one and the short one with a black eye.

Just as they were about to go in, the door to my Grandmas house flung open and she was giving me a hug in an instant. The commotion caused them to both look my way.

"Oh my dear Vivian, your here. Finally. Oh I made you cookies and a new sweater and-" she kept going but I instead was discreetly looking at the boys. I have to admit the tan one was cute, but I'm not dating boys right now. There's no need to. I've got baseball and friends. And of course family. No time for dating. The boy beside him was cute but as in an adorable sense. Like puppy cute. Not hot cute.

"Thank you Grandma, I've missed you," i said and turned my full attention to her.

"My, oh how I've missed you too. Look at how grown you are. Your beautiful just like your mother. Oh this is going to be a great two weeks. We'll go shopping and dress up." She said excitedly.

"Grandmaa, you know I don't like dressing up and stuff like that," I whine and she laughs.

"I'm just messing with you dear, come on let's get you inside. You can see Baxter," she says and with that we go inside quickly.