It was the last inning of the game. The bases were loaded and Dylan's team was down by one.
I was sitting at the edge of my seat the whole game. Already two parents got thrown out for yelling at the refs. 'Real mature,' I think to myself, mentally rolling my eyes for the third time this game.
I'm usually really relaxed during these: cheer when we score, wave when Dylan goes to bat, boo when the refs aren't fair. But this is different. If we win this game, they are automatically labeled best team in the state. We are getting ready to go to college soon so I know Dylan's on edge.
After sitting in the uncomfortable bleachers ,for who knows how long, go into an extra inning.
Dylan grabs his bat and heads up to home plate. I can tell he's nervous, the way he walks with caution, how he shakily smiles at the crowd. I finally catch his eye right as he's about to turn to the plate. I give him a quick wink and he instantly relaxes.
With three guys on base we could easily win the game right now. It's bottom of the 10th inning, meaning if we score it's all over. I watch as the pitcher glares at Dylan, but I know it won't intimidate him.
The crowd silent. We wait anxiously for the pitch. Then it comes. It's a curveball, heading for Dylan at an angle. I suck in a breath as it flys towards the bat.
Crack!
The ball goes so far I can barely see it in the dark. Dylan doesn't hesitate to sprint to first base. The crowd is roaring either in joy or fear. The others at the base make their way home, sprinting to avoid getting out.
Dylan is now on second, we just got two points. The crowd cheers and jumps as the third arrives to home. Then Dylan gets there, a smirk playing on his face to hide his goofy grin under it.
We run onto the field. The crowd lifts Dylan above their heads chanting his name. "Dylan! Dylan!" Over and over. I finally make my way on and he instantly sees me.
He gets down from the crowd and pushes his way through. At first I'm confused and frown for a minute. Then he is coming towards me with that goofy grin on his face. In one big motion he sweeps me off my feet and into the air.
"We did it Y/N! We won!" he yells over the celebration behind us.
"Oh really I missed it," I tease as he brings me back to the ground.
"Well, I guess your pretty lucky to be dating an amazing athlete like me," he jokes, flexing his muscles.
"I sure am," I say and peck him on the cheek. I quickly snatch his hat off his head and start running across the field.
"Oh no you don't!" He yells and chases after me.
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