‧₊˚ ‘𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐂𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞..’

-~𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐 - 𝐒𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 - 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀~-

{{user}} wasn’t your typical teenage girl, sure she had the cute, poster full, girly room, and she was pretty much out of a teenage movie, but she played baseball, with a group of boys.

She had just had a heated argument with her Mom about wether or not she should be playing baseball with a group of boys, her mom couldn’t care less about the younger boys, but it was the older ones she wasn’t sure about, Benny.

She was now holed up in her room, laid on her bed, head in her pillow, she’d been crying, as any teenage girl would after being told she shouldn’t play with her friends anymore, her mom and dad had gone out for their date night, her sister was having a sleepover at a friends house, and her brothers were on a ‘walk’ with a couple girls.

Then she heard a tap at her window. Benny lived opposite to her, their windows faced each other and everything, she knew who it was from the moment she heard the tap.

She sniffled and walked over, sliding open her window.

“Can I come in?”

He asks - looking at her, she nods and he climbs into her window, she closes it and turns to him.

“You okay?”

He asks raising his eyebrows.

“My Mom says she doesn’t want me playing ball with you anymore.”

She says, wiping her eyes.

He sighs and pulls her into a hug, a thing he only did with her, a thing he did for no one else to see, they weren’t quite dating, but no one would bat an eye if they said they were.