Why Have I Done This??? (Lams Oneshots)

First Base

A/N - This isn't a request I just got the idea for this and really like it so I hope y'all enjoy this

John's POV

   "John! Hurry the fuck up and get your cleats!" Dad yelled, I stumbled down the stairs and almost tripped over my slides. I grabbed my baseball bag and cleats and hopped in the car. Today was a scrimmage between King's High School and Princeton High School. My dad wanted to get there earlier so he could talk with Coach Washington. I didn't particularly care when we got there. All I knew was there was a dinner after the game for our team.

   We arrived at the fields behind our school and I hopped out. I grabbed my things and took my time getting in the dugout. Coach Washington was dragging the field and my dad busied himself with raking the pitcher's mound. I changed into my spikes and tied my straight blonde hair back. I wouldn't say I'm attractive but I wouldn't say I was ugly. I'm just...average. I make all the ladies go crazy. I've got straight blonde hair that fell to my shoulders and ocean blue eyes. I have a jawline that could cut and a slender nose. I'm muscular and y'all so the ladies always swoon but the only problem is...I'm gay. I hopped up and slapped my hat on my head. I sat down in the grass and started to stretch. I watched Coach Washington go round and round in the gator, smoothing our the sand with the dragger following the vehicle. I notice a small person sitting in the passenger seat with their feet on the dash talking to Coach. As they came closer I saw it was a boy. Coach pulled up to the and got out of the gator. He started talking to my dad and the boy, who wasn't any older than I was, put his two cents in every once in awhile.
   "Son, can you take the gator and make sure everything's set up?" The boy nodded and slid into the driver's seat. He hit the gas and sped out the gate. The coaches son. I've heard Washington talk about him and I knew he was in my grade but I've never seen him.

Time Skip brought to you by the unholy amount of mosquitoes attacking me

Alexander's POV

   John Laurens, star pitcher and the guy I've had a crush on since dad put him on the team Freshman year. It's a stupid crush, he'd never look my way. I'm sure he's straight and had a girlfriend. That Martha is always hanging on him. Anyway, I'm driving the gator and feeling like a million bucks. Laurens sat in the dug out huffing and puffing. His dad made him run around the field three times and I'm so glad I'm not any good at baseball. I felt bad so I sped to concession stand and grabbed the giant water bucket I was supposed to deliver to the dugouts away and a water bottle for him. I loaded them into the back of the gator and headed toward the dugout. I put it in park and tried to pull the water jug out. It was way too heavy, I pulled again and again.
   "Hey, hold on!" Laurens spikes clanked on the concrete as he ran up and I felt my heart do a back flip. "You're gonna hurt yourself. Let me get it." I let go and Laurens pulled it out. God, he's fucking ripped! He hauled it into the dugout and set it on the small table for it.
   "Thanks." I stammered.
   "No problem, firecracker." He was referring to the waterfall of fiery red curls pulled back in the messiest of ponytails.
   "Um...this is for you." I held out the water bottle and smiled sheepishly. "I saw your dad make you run." John smiled and took the water bottle.
   "Thanks, freckles." I smiled and John chugged half the bottle.
   "So why's he make you run?" I was trying to strike up small talk and distract myself from how hot he was. Before he could answer someone stepped into the dugout.
   "What's the ginger freak doing in here?" He scoffed.
   "Bringing the team water so you should fucking that him." Laurens spat.
   "Him? He looks like a fucking girl!" Between the bow in my hair and the crop top I wore he had a point.
   "I'm a boy." I mumbled, crossing my arms and turning away.
   "Whatever. Get out before I string you up on the scoreboard!"
   "LEE!" I scrambled out of the dugout and flopped into the driver's seat of the gator.