Multi-Fandom Imagines :)

benny rodriguez (the sandlot)

your pov

using my maroon colored towel I dried my hair that was previously soaked from my shower. I sat at my vanity, tossing the now damp towel into my hamper. looking up at the clock that hung on the wall to the right of my vanity's mirror I read the time, 8:34pm.

it's only been an hour and a half since I left Benny and the boys, and I already miss them like crazy. they're my best friends, and have been since the first day I moved to California.

*flashback to six months ago*

the second I'd finished unpacking my things and finding a place for them in my new room, I was out of the front door and making my way down the sidewalk. so far, the move to California was not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I liked the weather a lot and it was only February.

for a while I just walked through the neighborhood, trying my hardest to remember the street that leads into town. after I took a lucky right turn I saw the ending of the countless amount of houses and some buildings that I recognized from when we first arrived this morning.

the deeper into town I got, the more I was starting to regret not eating breakfast. my stomach growled and I huffed feeling around in my back pockets to check if I'd brought the money my mother gave me earlier.

my fingers found the ten dollar bill and swiftly pulled it out of my back pocket just as I approached some kind of local drug store. I thought about just buying a snack from that place but when I glanced into the front window I saw what looked like a bunch of little boys wondering the aisles.

someone was probably babysitting a mass amount of kids at one time, and I'd rather stay away from the ruckus so I decided on a diner that was a couple of buildings away.

the bell above the door rang as I walked through and was greeted with the smell of pancakes and something sweet that I couldn't put my finger on. there were people scattered all around the room, some in booths, some at tables and some at the front counter.

I sat on one of the end stools at the counter and picked up a menu examining the options. not too much longer after that, girl that looked a couple of years older than me came up to me from behind the counter flashing a toothy smile.

"hi, I'll be your waiter today. what can I get you?" her voice contained almost too much pep and I was a little taken back.

"I'll take a basket of fries and um, a vanilla milkshake, please." I smiled lightly at her as she wrote down my order and took the menu from my hands.

she walked away and I folded my hands on the counter patiently. I looked over all of the posters on the wall in front of me and the knick knacks placed on the counter in attempts to decorate the place.

the sound of the bell at the door chimed again, but I didn't bother to look behind me to see who it was. it's not like I know anyone in this town anyways. whoever they were, they were not quiet. I could hear one boy going on about "a ball I hit out of the lot", while another said something about a girl named Wendy?

when my waiter came back with my fries and milkshake they suddenly got quiet. I gave the waiter a small 'thank you' and tried to hear what they were saying, if they were saying anything.

reaching for the ketchup a couple of feet away from me on the counter, I glanced and saw they were sitting at a big table right behind me. still, I couldn't see their faces but I was now anxious hoping they weren't worried about me.

one of them whose voice I recognized from a few minutes ago spoke, "who is she?"

oh no.