Limited || Luke, Hemmings.

07

• Blair •

I grab all sixteen movies off the shelf, and Michael hoists an eye brown.

"All of those?" I nod my head as he collapses on the couch.

"What else are we going to do on a Saturday?" I smile mischievously, I'm always up for some fun. The most fun thing we've done since the hot-springs is make that weird cake thing..

"We could go bowling," he suggests and I scoff.

"No."

"We could play baseball?" He asks, and it catches my attention a bit. I love baseball.

"There's only two of us," I say transparently. "We need at least six to have some fun." Mikey passes me my phone.

"Ask Ashton and I guess that Luke kid too." I laugh.

"Why don't you like Luke? I know you don't because you don't talk to him." He lifts his shoulders slowly, then drops them.

"He gives off that asshole vibe, ya know? Anyways ask them." He groans and I dial Ashton's number.

• Luke •

"And bring you baseball pants," Ash says over the phone, before hanging up. Shit.. What'll I tell my mom? I grab my stuff, bringing the baseball pants and sighing, here goes nothing.

As I walk down the stairs I can see my mother laying on the couch, a bottle in her hand. Her eyes are shut and her breathing is even. Yes! She won't even notice I'm gone if she's like that, and if she does I'll come up with an excuse-I guess. I walk out of the house rapidly, crossing my fingers and hoping she won't wake up. I successfully get to the next block, where I'm meeting Ashton, in around five minutes. He hops out of the drivers side, I get to drive.

I pull up to the place Ash directed me to, a large field, with a small building next to it. I park, and Ash gets out quickly, I follow.

"Ya'll can change in there," Blair's voice appears and I turn around. She is wearing black baseball pants, long blue socks, a dark blue tank top and her signature suspenders. Small black cleats adorn her feet, she looks so hot.

"Hello?" She waves a hand in front of my face and I cough. "Change over there," She points to the small building-a bathroom, I assume.

I change into some white baseball pants-my old ones, they're a little small. I leave on my black Converse a pair of black socks laying under them. I put on one of those baseball shirts, with black sleeves, a white torso and back.

"Don't you look ravishing," Blair bites her lip as I exit the bathroom. I feel my cheeks and I mentally curse. That's the second time. Ashton wears around the same outfit as me besides the shirt, his is plain black, and Mikey is matching Blair, besides the tank top and suspenders.

"We were on the same baseball team last year," Blair says, seeing me look at them. "Well lets play," She pauses as if thinking.

"What do we call ourselves?" I but into her little thinking party.

"The Misfit's." She says immediately and I inwardly smile.

We all follow her to field and she walks over by Mikey.

"We really need some more friends," I hear her mutter. "This would be so much more fun with six people."

Once we reach the field, Blair decides she's batting first, so I decide to pitch. I'm not the best, but I'm okay.

"Batter up," she yells at me from the home plate. I spit on the ball, trying not to be too distracted by the look of her in general. "Hurry up," she says eagerly, swinging the bat around. I don't focus on Mikey behind the plate or Ashton behind me. I focus on her, only her. It's not only me and the catcher, it's only me and the batter. I pitch slower than I used to on my old team, in ninth grade, but with a large amount of force. The ball turns, going right in the direction of her stomach.

"Blai-" By the time I talk the ball is in her hand, her bare hand. She smiles and I sigh in relief. She just caught my ball.

"Do I need to teach you how to pitch?" She asks, a hand on her hip. I shake my head, grabbing a ball off the ground and pitching it twice as hard. Her eyes widen and she swings, her bat collides with the ball, sending it far off and into the outfield. She says something to Michael before taking off to first base, Ashton hasn't even moved and the ball is still in the outfield. She makes it to first, not even hesitating before lunging for second. Ash finally runs after the ball and Blair has already costed past third and is on her way to home. Ash throws me the ball, I bolt toward home, not even thinking of throwing it. Blair looks at me, a fierce glare in her eyes, and keeps running. In all reality this is probably like sixteen seconds but it feels like an hour. The pressure is on and I run even harder, I close my eyes and before I know it I'm on the ground. Blair's weight isn't much but with all the force that was brought into my falling, it hurt like hell. I grip the ball hard but it somehow slips out of my hand, I can hear it roll on the infield, and I groan.

"Shit," I sigh opening my eyes, bright blue ones meeting mine. She's breathing rapidly, her chest heaving against mine. We stare at each other for a bit, but she breaks it, getting off of me.

"Ok Lukey, I'll pitch now." She smiles at Michael and for some reason I feel angry. She heads to the pitchers mound and I head towards the outfield as Ash goes to bat.

• Blair •

I slip off my cleats, putting on my Converse and walking towards the others.

"Yeah!" Mikey's voice startles me and I wonder what's going on. He never sounds that happy.

"Blair, you wanna go golfing with me and Ash?" Michael looks at me eagerly, and I scoff. No wonder he sounds so happy, fucking golf. Why does he even like it? Oh not just likes it, lives it.

"No. I do not want to go golfing with you, just like all the other times you've asked." I put a hand on my hip, talking sassily.

"Luke?" Ash turns to him and Luke has a look like 'are you serious?'

"No." Ash looks pained.

"You nev-"

"No." Luke smiles, looking in my direction, and looking away when our eyes meet.

We decide that Luke can catch a ride with me, considering me and Ash are the only ones with cars. Ash and Michael head to the driving range, and when they left Luke looked so awkward. The ride is going..going well, I guess..

"Uh, what're you doing after this?" I ask, looking at the clock. Two o'clock. We still have the whole day left.

"Nothing. Just going to go home I guess." He sighs, blowing out his cheeks and biting his lip. My mind drifts, between his lip ring and his beautiful blue eyes I'm overwhelmed, and utterly impaired. Why can't Mikey look like that? I'm mean Mikey is very attractive, no doubt, but he doesn't look like..that. If he did look like Luke, I'd be in business. Every sleep over we ever have Michael's shirt ends up off, Luke's shirt off would be a bit more fun.

"Well are you busy tonight?" I bit my lip a terrible idea coming to mind.. You don't even know him Blair..

"Nah, not tonight," He looks nervously at me, and I shift into third gear, speaking confidently.

"Sleepover?"

(A/N: Hey guys sorry everything is going so slow, I'm trying to build up not only a lovely type of tension but Luke and Blair's friendship as well. Ideas? Lemme know!)