❝You like my sister?❞ ❝Nah, man. I don't have time for girls, you know? Baseball is my life, that's really all that matters to me at the moment.❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ (Based in 2015 instead of 1960's) 　A/N: beware! i wrote this during my early teenage years - it's very cringy at a lot of points. please refrain from reading if you can't refrain from leaving rude comments. thank you! 　　　　▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ All Rights Reserved (aside from The Sandlot and its original characters) » NotMakayla HIGHEST RANK: #87 in fanfiction !! #1 in summer

"He always calls me around 2am." "Do you pick up?" "Yes." "Do you know him?" "No." Where a girl gets called by an unknown number around 2am almost every night. © 2018 all rights reserved easierdjs HIGHEST RANKING #1 in #irwin #3 in #ashton #4 in #michael #1 in #clifford #9 in #hemmings #10 in #ashtonirwin #2 in #calum #1 in #5sosfanfiction #2 in #hemmo #1 in #lukefanfic #3 in #luke5sos #1 in #lukefanfiction #1 in #5sauce #1 in #lrh #10 in #michaelclifford

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.