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the game
"whatcha looking at, murr? daft's over. mazz didnt get in" vinnie asked, sitting next to the ginger haired baseball player.
"i know that, vinnie," he snapped. "i'm texting my girlfriend." he sighed, keeping his attention on his screen. all vinnie did was turn to david and barone, both of them shrugging their shoulders towards the brown-haired boy. they had an equal amount of confusion as to who pat murray had the fortune to call his.
"ookay, well," he pressed firmly on his knees and stood up, "you'll wanna put that away before ty sees it."
"yeh, yeh." all pat did was wave his hand and continued to press down on the keypad. vinnie strode back over to david and barone, both of them mouthing questions as to who the mystery girl was to vinnie. all he did was shrug his shoulders and flail his arms to silence the boys. a sign escaped pat's lips before he threw his phone back into his bag and placed it into a cubby on the wall.
just as pat was about to sit back down, a large coach pulled up on the opposite side of the baseball field.
"they rented a fucking bus." he said in disbelief. his other teammates looked at and saw the scene unfold before their eyes. this was gonna be a long game.
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"did i miss much?" you asked brian as you ran up to the side of him, noticing the large crowd, the ambulance and the police.
"nothing much, it's only just the final inning now," brian started, "huge fight broke out between the teams. pat, as usual, ran head first and jumped into the mound. me and joe ran to try and get the boys off of each other. garvey got knocked out by the other team and got sent off by a stretcher. ty and vinnie got arrested but they're sat in the back of that car right there." brian gestured to the car the boys were in, you followed his finger and saw the outline of ty and vinnie's bodies.
"nothing much missed then, huh?" you joked, earning a low chuckle from the older murray.
"nothing much missed." you and brian had such a good relationship, mainly due to the fact that you were always with each other for every single game of pat's no matter what, first as friends, but lately as his girlfriend.
you look onto the field, watching fotch hit foul-ball after foul-ball. confusion was written all over your face as you turn to brian.
"what's he doing?" you inquired, quickly glancing back to fotch.
"he's trying to walk," brian replied, watching the player continue to swing. "he's got a bad shoulder. must've pulled it and made it worse than before. he's gonna walk."
all you did was nod you're head and turn your attention back to the game. only seconds later, the umpire called ball and fotch walked heavily to first base, his team all hollering from the dug out.
you see pat walk up to the plate, his hands twisting around the base of the bat. your eyes stayed glued on him as he begins swinging the bat back and forth, mentally preparing himself to not fuck this up. the ball flys straight towards him, he swings and drops the bat, running to first base for his life. he only manages to move a few feet before the umpire calls it up for a foul ball.
a sigh escaped your lips and you tilt your head down in disappointment. pat had done amazing so far, he just need to keep it up. brian's hand lightly pressed on your shoulder as you lifted your head once again, staring right at pat.
as before, he raised the bat, getting ready to swing. the pitcher let go off the ball. it connected with the bat, making a piercing noise as it flew through the air. pat begins to run for his life again.
"go, pat! run!" you cheer through your cupped hands. pat rushed to the base, sliding legs first and collided with the base. he jumped up and let out a scream of victory.
you turn to brian and shook his arm causing him to chuckled. your restricted excitement caused a happy smile to fill your face. "he did it." was all you could muster, your happiness being an overwhelming factor right now.
pat looked over in the direction of his dad as he screamed, "i fucking guessed! yes!" he saw the proud smile of his dad, but also saw the happy face of his girlfriend. once you locked eyes, his back bent backwards slightly and he let out a loud scream of happiness. all you could do was giggle at his behaviour. he was the sweetest.
after pat's amazing bat, the game began to liven up again. palacco was up next to bat, then mazz. you cheered loudly for both of the boys, but even louder when mazz stepped up to the plate. you knew he needed as much encouragement as he could get.
his first pitch was labelled a foul and his second a strike, causing the d-backs to all groan and mumbled incoherent phrases. you could hear the groans and swearings of your boyfriend from second base. mazz's third pitch was labelled a foul once again, causing more uproar from him teammates, especially pat.
he goes, ready to argue with the umpire but not before you catch his attention. all you did was blow him a kiss, which you knew would change his entire demeanour. he instantly calmed down and returned to his base. everyone's focus shifted back to mazz and his next two pitches were called balls. his last pitch wasn't. he hit it with immense power, making it fly over towards the far fence.
the crowd and the d-backs erupt in applause. the team practically flung themselves onto the field as they patiently awaited those who still had to make their home runs. brian's applause and cheers were the loudest you've ever heard come from him. the d-backs were celebrating a well deserved victory.
screams were heard from ty and vinnie as they ran back onto the field, running as fast as they could to embrace their team.
"you can go see him." brian nudged you.
"really?" you questioned, getting read to run after his reply.
"game's over." he shrugged, a small smile making its way onto his face. without having to be told, you ran towards an opening in the fence and out towards the d-backs. your heart raced as you shouted out, "pat!"
somehow, above all the noise and commotion, pat had heard your cries. he turned and instantly met your eyes. he ran forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, yours around his neck, as he raised you up and swung you around.
"you made it." he whispered breathlessly after putting you down, his forehead pushed against yours.
"of course i did. i wouldn't miss your game for the world." you smiled widely before pat pressed his lips to yours. you could taste the sweat and dirt on them, but all you cared about was pat.
whistles and cheers were heard behind pat as his team unofficially met pat's girlfriend. he pulled away, staring into your eyes, completely ignoring the world around him.
"i love you, pat." you smiled happily.
"i fucking love you, too." he smiled equally as wide, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his friends.
