Soon, morning rose over the grassy field of the sandlot, small puddles drowning the bases and runoff nearly flattening the pitchers mound.
Alan's eyes blinked open slowly, and a groan of dismay left his lips at the two brunette boys laying on his chest. "You two are heavy." He grumbled, and Tommy's eyes slowly opened. "Sorry Yeah Yeah." He yawned, and slowly climbed off of his chest.
Yeah Yeah, now relishing in the fact that he can breathe, sat up and began to stretch in the small tent. A loud groan can from beside him, and Caroline's eyes slowly blinked open. "What time is it?" She grumbled, and Alan shook his head. "No clue, but wanna wake up the guys? We can play a game!"
Caroline, who was still half awake at the time, nodded slowly. "Y-yeah." She mumbled, and then sat up slowly. "Okay! I'll go wake up the guys. You wake yourself up." He said playfully, and shot her a wink, before diving out of the tent and scrambling across the field fast enough to rival a car.
Caroline sat up slowly, a small smile growing on her lips as she glanced around the tent. She rolled her eyes playfully
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The Sandlot Girls
Fanfiction{CURRENTLY UNDER MAJOR RECONSTRUCTION} It's a year after the "Big Pickle", and Benny "The Jet" Rodrigues became a neighborhood legend, since he tamed the beast Hercules, but one thing still hasn't changed; he's not on the baseball team, and that was...
