It had been a few years since the Giants clinched a spot in the playoffs, so it wasn't uncommon for Buster Posey to be sitting on his couch, in October, watching Sports Center by himself.
Once again, he zoned out after yet another highlight reel, from the teams that still were playing the sport that he loves. He was knocked out of his reverie, when he heard his phone ringing, from the kitchen of his San Francisco apartment. It had been long since Buster made his way back to his hometown in Georgia during the off-season, opting just to stay in California. The last time he was there, it ended in a nightmare, for the catcher.
Slowly getting up off his couch, Posey walked towards his buzzing phone, to be met with the name of his best friend. Buster, almost reluctantly, answered the call, as he just wanted to go to bed.
"Hey Gerald," Dahlia laughed, making Buster cringe at the use of his given name. He laughed anyways. "Hello, flower." Buster had taken to calling Dahlia Jones, 'flower', ever since the day he met her. Not only was she named after a flower, but when they were little, and he wanted to play baseball, all she did was stand in the outfield, and pick daisies, while he knocked home runs out of the small town's park.
"Really, Buster? Anyways, I have some important news. How do you feel about walking me down the aisle next November? I know y'all can do it next season, I can feel it! Michael proposed! I know we always said that you'd be the one to walk me down the aisle, after Pops died, and as soon as I told Mom, she told me to call you!" Dahlia exclaimed, and Buster squeaked out an answer.
Buster didn't have feelings for this girl, who he thinks of as a sister, so why was he saddened by the news?
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❀not all sunshine and daisies, b. posey❀
RastgeleDahlia Jones and Buster Posey have been best friends since high school. She was there for everything: his World Series victory celebrations, the losses, and the injuries. Buster realizes that, but will it be too late?
