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II. The Moment I Gave Up That Last Piece Of Pizza

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II. The Moment I Gave Up That Last Piece Of Pizza

"Come on boys, you can do this! Just hit the fucking ball and get a run in. Is it really that hard?" Bex is pacing back and forth while yelling at the television in her living room.

Ford chuckles next to me while he props his feet up on the oak coffee table in front of us. I shake my head at the tiny girl in front of me, wearing a number 34 Ortiz Boston Red Sox jersey, representing her favorite team and player of the current roster.

The Red Sox are currently playing against the Oakland A's with a tied game in the top of the eleventh. They tied it up at the top of the ninth and the A's haven't been able to get a home run the last two innings.

Bex Miller, is a die hard Sox fan since she was big enough to hit a ball herself. She has been going ballistic while either screaming at the television, pacing back and forth, or sitting on the arm of the couch between me and Ford, bouncing her leg anxiously as she bites at her fingernails.

"Fucking hell!" Bex screams towards the ceiling as she rolls her head back in aggravation.

She raises her arms to her sides and slams them back down on her thighs as she stomps out of the living room. If the Sox don't get it together and end up losing this game, I don't want to be anywhere near Bex's wrath.

"That girl is something else. I've never seen a girl get so into sports like she does. If my girlfriend was here right now, she would be glued to her phone, not knowing the difference between the shortstop and the second baseman," Ford laughs, raising the bottle of Coca Cola to his mouth.

"You don't even have a girlfriend to compare Bex with, loser," I shove at his arm, nearly making him spill his drink. He coughs on the little bit in his mouth and wipes his face, looking at me with wide, panicked green eyes.

"Watch it dude, Bex is pissed off enough as it is. I don't need her wringing my damn neck for spilling pop on the furniture," he quickly tightens the lid on the bottle, sitting it back down on the coffee table.

"Plus I have a girl. She just happens to only be a friend at the moment. I haven't made my move on her yet to change that," he smirks, giving me an elbow to the side.

"What about you brother? Any girls catch your eye lately that you can start a summer romance with?"

"Nope," I answer a little too quickly, popping the P. I stare straight ahead, refusing to look at Ford right now who's currently cutting his eyes suspiciously into the side of my head.

I haven't told Ford, nor anyone else about what happened at the ravine the other day between Bex and I. I'm still uncertain of what it all means as it's been continuously on my mind, driving me borderline insane.

Even went as far as making up the excuse to myself that it was something I ate that day. I knew that sandwich was too damn good, making me have unprecedented feelings for someone I would've never dreamed of having before.

As soon as I think that, I remember the damn dream I had last night of getting a little too cuddly with a certain brown haired beauty that still hasn't returned from where ever she's ran off to.