Green Eyes // A Sandlot Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Benny's P.O.V

Smalls and I were currently walking, well running, to Vincent's to meet up with the rest of the team. I was really hoping they didn't act up and be rude to the kid. I mean he's just tryin' to fit in.

We finally rounded the corner and I could see the boys all sitting down in front of the shop. Ham being in front of them all.

"I'm the gate bamvilo," he managed to get out with the fake cigar in his mouth.

"what?" said the boys. Idiots.

"I'm the gate bamvilo," he said again. The boys again answering with a, what?

He took the item out of his mouth.

"I'm the Great Bambino," he said in an obvious tone.

A chorus of Ohs came from the boys. Just as I was about to tell Ham to sit down. Smalls did the stupidest thing.

"Who's that?" He said and I turned to look at him to see if he was joking. I could tell he wasn't. Ham turned around and then backed up towards the rest of the boys who now we're stood up.

"What?" He says in a tone of disbelief.

I just looked down and shook my head.. Dammit Smalls. I'm trying to help you out.

"What did he say?" Says Ham.

"What were you born in a barn man," Grover, Bertram, says.

" Yeah-Yeah, what planet are you from," says Yeah Yeah.

"You never heard of the Sultan of Swat," says Squints while chewing a piece of gum.

"The Titian of Terror," says Denunez.

"The Colossus of Clout"

"The Colossus of Clout," Timmy and Tommy say.

"The king of Crash, man," I say to him. I can't believe it. This kids gonna be hard to deal with.

"Ohh.. yeah the Great Bambino... of course. I thought you said the Great Bambi," he says to try and cover up. I go with it trying not to make the guys hate him more.

"That wimpy Deer," Ham says, not believing Smalls either.

"Yeah, I guess.. sorry," he says quiter than he was before.

At that moment I looked to my right and above Smalls head, I could see the cars stopped at the stop light. I would have instantly turned back had it not been for one thing. A pair of green eyes. From the backseat of a taxi cab I could see a pair of green eyes staring right back at me and they belonged to a beautiful face, but then the taxi moved again and I was left staring across the street. I quickly turn back and face the boys.

"That's Timmy and Tommy Timmons," I say to Smalls. They spit.

"Mike 'Squints' Palladorous"

"Alan Meclannan, we call him Yeah-Yeah.

"Bertram Grover Weeks"

"Kenny Denunez"

" And Hamilton Porter. We call him Ham,"

After I introduced them, each one of them spit on the ground.

I elbow Smalls with my arm before saying,"Guys this Is Scott Smalls".

"Hi," he says and awkwardly raises his hand to wave.

Squints spits again. Damn how do I make this less awkward...

"Yeah, umm... he's gonna play with us. C-cause he makes nine and a whole team," I say quickly "We're wasting time let's get to the Sandlot."

The boys all say stuff and talk about how it's only 9. To bad, Baseball starts whenever it needs to start and I need it to start early.

I turn around and start walking towards the Sandlot.

--Skip to when they make it to the Sandlot--

Just as I was about to enter the Sandlot I hear a door slamming and voices from across the street. I turn to see none other then Green eyes, well that's what I'm calling her, the girl from the Taxi cab. Man was she pretty. She was being hugged by... Mrs. Quivlia?

I've never seen Mrs. Quivlia that happy before. Well she's always mad when we see her. Yah... we may have hit a ball that broke the back window of her car before... Since then she's always been mad at us, but now she was hugging Green eyes like there was no tomorrow. Were they related?

As I kept my eyes trained on them I was suddenly interrupted by Ham shoving me.

"Benny get over here," he said.

"Why'd you bring him, Benny?" One of the boys asks.

"Because theirs 8 of us and he makes nine," I say trying to convince the boys.

"Yeah-Yeah so would my sister but I didn't bring her," says Yeah-Yeah

"With 9 of us we got a whole team Yeah-Yeah," I say.

"Noo. With Elswenger we had a whole team. Elswenger could catch. And throw," Ham whispers to me, but I'm pretty sure Smalls could here because he was lingering behind us.

"Come on Benny, he ain't Gabe. You saw the way he threw," whispers Denunez.

" Yeah you already fill up all the empty positions since Elswenger moved to Arizona," said Timmy.

"Right and now I get to rotate 8 positions instead of 7," I say rudely. Why couldn't they give the kid a chance to learn.

"I need the practice guys," I say but they all chorus in and say that I don't need it and that I'm the best on the team.

"Come on Benny man. The kid is an L7 weenie," Squints says.

" Yeah-Yeah, Oscar Myer even. Footlong! Dodger dog! A weenie!" Yeah-Yeah yells, taunting Smalls while all the others laugh. I can't believe them. I look at them.

"What are you laughing at Yeah-Yeah you run like a duck," I say to him.

"Kay-kay but I'm .. I'm -" he starts but I cut him off.

"Apart of the game right?" I say and he thinks for a second before replying with a Yeah.

"Then how come he don't get to be?" I say directing the question towards all of them.

"Because he's a geek man"

"He can't catch"

"Man, base up you blockheads," I say and turn towards Smalls. I could never get through their heads man.

"Smalls you take left center, okay?" I say disgruntled and as I was about to turn away he says,

"Okay.. where exactly is that"

"It's over there man" * I nod my head in the direction of left center*

"Here?"

"That's left I said left center"

"Okay right.. here?"

I nod and turn away. Man this was going to be difficult, but as I walked towards home plate all I could think about was that pair of Green eyes.