The Sandlot Girl. (B.R)

Part 8 -

-=Benny's POV=-

"I'm here guys!"  I hear Charlie's voice shout. I run up to the trapdoor and open it, letting Charlie inside. She looks around, probably wondering why it's only me, Timmy and Tommy here.

"Where is everyone?" She asks.

"We're early." I answer. She shrugs, and begins tying her thick, black hair into a messy ponytail. She has a piece of hair left loose, so I reach over and tuck it behind her ear. She looks up at me and smiles.

"Hey, Benny." Charlie grins at me.

"Hey, Charlie." I smirk.

"Ew, you guys, stop flirting!" Timmy cries, scrunching his nose up.

"Stop flirting!" Tommy repeats.

"Hey, we're not flirting!" I argue.

"Who's not flirting?" A new voice asks all of a sudden. I turn my head to see Ham, Yeah-Yeah, DeNunez and Squints standing there.

"Ugh, nobody." Charlie sighs, sitting down and watching Ham set-up his S'more Stand. She steals a piece of his chocolate, earning a slap on her hand from him.

Ham's so protective over his food.

-=Charlie's POV=-

Watching as Ham carefully stacks all of his graham crackers, I sneakily steal another piece of chocolate, popping it into my mouth quickly.

"Hey! Charlie, stop eating all the chocolate, you pig!" Ham cries.

"Dude, you've brought enough chocolate to last us a lifetime." I roll my eyes.

"Ugh, no I didn't. This is my grandma's homemade chocolate, I want to eat it."

"Then why'd you bring it, idiot?" I scoff, slipping off my converse.

"Well, duh, so we can make s'mores." He replies.

"What?! But you just said you want to eat it!" I cry out.

"Um, no I didn't." Ham says nervously.

"Oh, whatever Ham." I sigh. I hear giggling and look up to find the boys laughing at us, I narrow my eyes at them and they all stop.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." I look over and see Smalls climbing into the treehouse, setting his bag down and sitting down on the chair opposite Ham's S'more Stand. "My mom made me clean the dishes, then made me put on my jacket." He sighs. Some of the boys start laughing at this.

"Oh nooo, your big bad Mommy made you to the big bad dishes!" Bertram laughs, slapping his hands onto Smalls' shoulders.

"Hey, that's my sleeping bag, Yeah-Yeah!" Squints shouts.

"No its not, it's mine!" Yeah-Yeah shouts back, checking the sleeping back, as if trying to find a name tag. Suddenly he stops, slowing brings the sleeping bag down and throws it at me. "Ewww, you're right, it is yours, because its got a massive yellow stain on it!" He screams.

"Oh my god, you're kidding right!?" I shout, lifting the sleeping bag up to find that, yes, there was an enormous yellow stain on it. Screaming, I throw it at Squints' face, grab a random water bottle and pour it's contents onto my hands. 

"You okay Charlie?" Benny comes over in hysterics. I pout and and cross my arms. He stops laughing and starts staring at my lips.

"Benny?" I wave my hand in his face, breaking him out of his trance. Smirking, I walk over to Ham, sitting down on my sleeping bag.

"Hey, you wanna s'more?" He asks Smalls.

"Some more of what?" He questions Ham.

"No no, you want a s'more." Ham laughs.

"Uh, how can I have some more of something I haven't had yet?" Smalls giggles nervously. Does he honestly not know what s'mores are? What kind of mother brought this child up?

"You're killing me Smalls!" Ham exclaims. Benny comes over and sets his sleeping bag down next to mind, then sitting on it.

"These are s'mores." Ham gestures to the graham crackers, chocolate and marshmellows that and laid out across the table. "Okay? Pay attention."

"First you take the graham. You stick the chocolate on the graham. Then you roast the mallow. When the mallows flamin', you stick it on the chocolate. Then, you cover it with another graham. Like a sandwich. Theeeeen, you scoff!" Ham shoves the s'more into his mouth, making a mess of himself. I laugh and look over and Benny. My sleeping bag is really thin, so I shiver a little.

He smiles at me and opens his arms. I get out of my sleeping bag, take my pillow, and climb into his, snuggling up to his warm chest. He wraps his strong arms around my waist, and spoons me. His thumb touches my bare skin and my breath hitches,  but I calm down and smile happily to myself.

"Okay, quiet you guys." Squints says. I begin to doze off.

"Shh! Are you trying to wake it up!?" He shouts.

I've heard this story so many times before, and I can't bothered to listen to it again, so, me being me, I fall asleep.

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HELLO!

Charlie is actually me, anyone else?