"Livvy, if you don't move faster I will kick you in the back of the knee and make you fall."
"Blue, you know good and well you're too much of a wuss to do it. It's not my fault I'm hungry and it's hard to see the steps under my popcorn, drink, and hot dog!"
"The first inning already started Liv! I swear if we make it on base before we sit down I will shove you."
"Bite me."
"Gladly."
We finally made it all the way down to our seats, and no we didn't make it on base yet; therefore, Livvy was not shoved. But, Styles was already pitching when we sat so that meant it was the bottom of the first. We started to situate ourselves, putting our drinks in the cup holders, and I carefully placed my nachos on my lap.
Styles pitched three times, and struck out the third Marlins player. Livvy and I both cheered, she stood up, and when she did her light brown napkins fell to the ground, making her bend over completely to retrieve them. I chuckled at her clumsiness and looked up while she was crouching down and watched Styles wander his eyes over my section, seeming to look for someone. One of his hands was adorned with his glove and the Baseball by his side, and his other was grabbing the back of his head where the end of his hat was. He kept looking while my eyes skimmed over his long legs clad with tight grey baseball pants, he was a sight.
His eyes eventually landed on me, and he smiled and waved.
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Holy heck, that was to me!
I gasped.
Livvy, while still crouching, asked what was wrong. I quickly waved back to him and smiled childishly while mouthing a 'Hi' and he smiled back showing his teeth before sauntering off into his dugout.
