Summer of 1962

You were a 14 year old softball player but your friends always told you that its better than baseball but you doubted that a lot《》While you were in your treehouse with your friends- next your house You saw 10 boys going to the sandlot nearby out the window of your treehouse, a boy named Bertram caught your eyes and you blocked out your friends talking《》since after that(it was a month ago) Your friends and his have been keeping an eye on you both EVERYWHERE and its confusing you and bertam because first: you didnt know if he liked you back or not, Second: you both never hugged or looked eachother from the other side of the street, AND Third: He chewed on tobacco and looked at the hot life guard at the pool(Wendy)《》In your treehouse Right now your showing him Vinyls since you hated how he listened to one group only: The platters but it was getting on your nerves with how he kept skipping the female artists/groups and second of all all those vinyls were your dads that and they passed on you along with a record player “None of this stuff is any good to me” He said as he continued to look through the collection. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, It was true, your music taste was nothing compared to what he listened to, but that didn't stop you from trying “Seriously? can you like the flamingos even a little?” you challenged as he raised his eyebrow in a 'No' answering way, making you groan in annoyance "okay well besides this whole thing of what we are doing- have You gotten a kiss? since you act all mature and manley, you had to have gotten a peck by a lady, right?" you said, leaning forward to him off the couch you were on and tilted your head and smirked as he rolled his eyes "why'do you wanna know? you probably never had a kiss either" bertram said as you scoffed "touché" you mumbled, staring up at the roof of the treehouse out of boredom while bertram looked around your treehouse