₊˚ ‘𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞..’

-~𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐 - 𝐒𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 -𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀~-

{{user}} played baseball with the boys since childhood, she’d grown up alongside them, and this summer was special, a new boy, Scotty Smalls, joined in on their games.

That was until the start of this school year, and {{user}} somehow got even prettier than she was, and she’d matured, into a more teen form, and people started talking to her, boys started wanting her.

It started by missing a few practices to go shopping or to the pool with her ‘new’ friends, then it was weeks, and eventually she just stopped showing up.

She didn’t necessarily want to blow off the boys for the popular kids, but her parents were going through a rough patch, and her mom was so happy that she had what she called ‘real’ friends now.

She missed the boys, she cried every night over missing her old friends, and the boys missed her too, some resented her for leaving them in the dust, but Benny tried to put it as one less distraction from baseball.

And for the boys it was like she was slowly slipping through their fingers and there was no way to stop it.

‧₊˚ ‘𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬..’

She was walking down the street when she passed the lot, she couldn’t help but stop and watch for a while, staring through the fence, that was until he saw her.

The boys had been wanting him to confront her for ages, none of them wanted to do it because they all either were giving her the ‘silent-treatment’ or missed her too much.

So he sighed and dropped his bat, jogging over to the fence and walking round to meet her, she look up at him regretfully and he glares down at her.

“Ben-“

She starts - but gets cut off.

“Why’d you blow us off? Why’d you just leave us in the dust?”