"Haha! Strike out, NERD~!"

As of lately, Sophie had been going through a bit of a baseball phase (craze), and it showed.

Especially on the weekends, after a nice long week of slaving away at school, not to mention the little 'trophies' she'd accumulated on her knees and elbows.

Band-Aids, of course, but a trophy to her all the same.

"Shut up!"

Edd yelped back, before he huffed, tossing his bat nearby, mumbling something along the lines of 'it's a stupid game anyway'.

Poor Molly hadn't even tried to play, her instead sat in the soft grass nearby, distracting herself with Rocket, Edd soon joining her, though not really, he just sat beside her, his arms crossed across his chest.

That frown was practically etched into his face at this point.

Molly tried to comfort him for a second, but he quickly shot her down with a glare. It didn't take long for her to return to her conversation with Rocket.

He was probably a better time than Edd anyway...

Sophie stared at him as he stomped away, before she looked over at you, all she could offer at the moment a shrug, before she smiled again, braces glinting in the sunlight that shone through green leaved trees.

"You wanna' go next...? Bet you could do better than Edd!"

She yelled the last bit, so Edd–bless his heart–could hear it crystal clear.

"So...you gonna' chicken out on me, or...?"

She finished her statement with a flick of her curly brown hair, and a toss of her baseball in her gloved hand.

She was good, for a girl at least, and you didn't know many girls that could play real ball.

Because everybody knew softball didn't count.

But if there would ever be a time to humble Sophie Walten, it'd be a Spring Saturday at twelve o'clock in the afternoon.