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Playing The Game

2 WEEKS LATER

"Oh!" Derek yells, just as I hit the ball straight out of the park.

"Haha! And you said I didn't have it in me!" I yell, swinging the bat around.

Derek, Jackson, Owen and I went to the park just down the street from my house after we have finished our shift at the Hospital.

"How long have you been playing?" Owen asked me, as I took off my helmet.

"Our dad used to take us to baseball games all the time. I learned when I was 4 how to throw a ball.."

"And since our father died, I kept teaching her until high school," Derek added as he patted my head.

"Well, you're really good? Why don't you pitch for the baseball game tomorrow afternoon?" Owen asked me, just as Jackson took his turn with the bat.

"Um, what about Teddy? I thought she was your pitcher?" I joked, knowing very well that Teddy could barely hold a ball in her glove."

"I think she'd like to rest for this game..she's had a lot on her plate." He sarcastically says.

Continuing to play for another 30 minutes, the four of us walk back to my house and enjoy some beers until Owen and Derek had to go home.

"You never told me you played baseball?" Jackson said as I laid my head on his chest while watching the T.V.

"You never asked? Just like I never asked if you played safety and wide receiver in college?"

"You know about that?"

"Your mother told me, a few days after the shooting she took me to breakfast."

"And what did you two talk about?" He questioned, probably worried his mother told me something she shouldn't.

"Well, that you love Waffles..but I already knew that. And..You have a lucky pencil?" I hesitated, not knowing if she was joking or actually serious when he told me that.

"She told you!" He urged, puffing a deep breath.

"That was true?" Getting up from laying on his chest, and turning around to face him.

"No?" He lied.

"Whatever," I said, lightly pushing his chest deeper into the couch.

"Okay, yes..it's true. So what else did my wonderful mother tell you."

"She said that you are very good with your hands.."

"I am..actually I'm an expert." Flirtatiously, running his hand over my stomach, I grab them.

"Okay, not like that? She said you're a very good builder."

"Oh, well just suck the fun right out of it, wotcha."

"And lastly she said, that you hate public speaking..and getting in front of a camera."

"I don't 'Hate' getting in front of a camera? I just..-"

"Get camera shy? Aww.."

"Well, you're used to it? I'm not..maybe that's why I only stand there?"

"To look pretty.." I joke, remembering what he told me a few months ago.

"You know, I've never actually talked to you about the things you like?"  

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Like where you've traveled? Are what kind of food you don't like? Stuff like that?"

"We've been together for almost a year and you still wanna know this?"