°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･song: a dream with a baseball player-faye webster

Neil McNair only joined the baseball team for his college résumé.

You only agreed to be the sports reporter on the school news so you can look at Neil.

Neither of you know about the other's motives.

Every baseball game, you come and sit in the stands, watching the cute ginger right-fielder and taking notes for your article.

Every time Neil's in the dugout, he keeps an eye on you in the crowd, trying to work up the nerve and ask you out.

He never does.

Today, after Neil's team won by a landslide, (mainly because of a last-minute hit by Neil when the bases were loaded,) he's feeling pretty confident.

He walks up to you as you're getting a popcorn from the concessions stand for the car ride home, his face laughably sweaty and his uniform remarkably dirty.

"So, I've seen you at every game this season," Neil starts, trying to lean against the wall on his elbow. He misses and has to catch himself.

He prays he doesn't fuck this up.