The Legend of Summer "Dash" McClennan.

6

"God Timber! Take it easy!" D.P. screamed and Timber threw a rocket to his glove.

"Come on D.P. you're such a wimp!" yelled Two-ton. "Get in the game."

"What are you whining about? Why don't you come and play catcher, that's where you belong anyhow." D.P. yelled back.

"Hey, just 'cause I'm husky, doesn't mean I have to play catcher," Two-ton replied.

"Two-ton? You're not husky-" Wok smiled evilly.

"See, DP?"

"You're fat," Roll added, making me chuckle. Everyone laughed at that while Two-Ton's face get red from anger.

"That's it, Two-ton and Wok and Roll, right here, right now," Two-ton yelled, and started chasing Wok and Roll around.

"Guys! Can we play some baseball?" Tommy yelled at Two-ton, Wok, and Roll.

"Come on Timber! Just pretend I'm not here!" yelled Wings.

"Alright batter up!" Tommy.

"Okay, Timber, just try to hit my bat," Wings said cautiously. Timber threw the ball but it Wings in the- lets just say where the sun don't shine. Wings fell to the ground and I covered my mouth in laughter. Ouch. "Wrong bat, Timber." All the guys had pained looks on their faces. DP was laughing at Wings for a reason I will never know.

"Haha. Guys look at this!" I guess he was trying to get Two-ton, Wok, and Roll's attention. Q asked what they should do about Timber's control problem. Wings rolled over and pointed at Timber.

"Timber if I live, you're dead!" he said in a really high pitched voice. I laughed at his voice.

"You kill him, I kill you, Speedy Boy." I walked onto the field towards Wings and helped him up to the dugout. He groaned as he sat down. I handed him a water and he put the cold bottle, where he got hit.

"There goes my water," I sighed and Wings laughed.

"Want it back?" He held it at me, smirking and knowing I wouldn't take it. "What I thought." He laughed and put it back. I stared out at Timber as he fidgeted on the mound. The boys had put a dummy they found in Old Man Myrtle's house in the batter's box instead of one of them. After all, who would want to get hit after what just happened?

"At least it didn't hit you in the eye," I turned around and made weird noisiest and a popping sound with my mouth and fingers, just as Wings did when we went to check up on Tommy.

"Now, I see why Timber talks nonstop about you and is practically head over heels for you. You're funny, hot, nice, and weird. No wonder!" Wings slapped his forehead. "You're just like me." He grinned, making me laugh. I sat down next to him and tried to figure out what Timber's problem was. He wound up and threw the ball. The pitch hit the shoulder of the dummy, making the ball roll all the way to Wok.

"Come on, Timber!" Wok yelled, tossing him the ball. Timber looked nervously at Wok, then to Tommy, then to Wings and I, back to Tommy, and back at us. He took a deep breath and pitched it again, only to hit the dummy's head.

"He's thinking too much out there," I broke the silence in the dugout. I got up and headed towards the mound. Tommy stopped Timber from pitching again when he saw me come out. I signaled him to leave me to talk to Timber. Tommy nodded and Benny called for a water break. It indeed was hot, being the Summer and all. The only thing I liked about Summer was the no-school part, but I hated the weather, even if my name is Summer.

"I probably let you down, huh?" Timber put his head in shame. He was a super nice kid if I do say so myself.

"You're just thinking too much and not really doing," I told him straight up. "You need to stop worrying if you're doing good or bad. I know you're beating yourself up, don't lie."