You were in your room at the base drawing when someone knocked on your door. You got up and opened it. It was Scout.
"Hey, you wanna play some baseball...sort of" Scout asked.
"What do you mean by sort of?" You asked.
"Well, none of the other guys wants to play. So, it'd just be you and me. Ya know, I thought maybe we could take turns throwing and hitting the ball," he said rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
"Sure! I'd love to. Just a warning though, I'm a horrible pitcher...er and I can't really hit that well either," you said laughing a bit.
"That's okay," the Bostonian said.
Everything was going good. Scout pitched the most though. About thirty minutes in he threw a bad pitch which then hit you in the eye. You dropped the bat and instinctively reached for you eye.
"Aw sh-" Scout started and ran over to you. "(Y/n), I am so so so so sorry."
"It's fine. I know you didn't mean to," you were crying because it hurt like hell, but you didn't want Scout to know that.
"C'mere, let's get you to Medic," Scout carried you inside.
"Uh, Scout, not that I'm ungrateful, but my legs work fine," you said.
"Nu uh, you ain't walkin'" Scout said.
*one doctor's visit later*
"Whew, ya know, I'm glad it's not that bad. Just a black eye," Scout said. "Ya still look just as beautiful as ever," Scout said without thinking. He didn't seem to realize that he said this aloud until he noticed you blushing.
"Wait, no, (Y/n), I-" you cut him off by kissing him which took him by surprise, but he soon kissed back.
"Love ya, too, Scout," you said. He kissed you again.
"Ey, wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure," you said.
You both ended up falling asleep on the couch.
