Scaramouche was a skilled softball player, and you happened to have a big crush on him. Sure, he was out of your league, but that wouldn’t stop you from cheering him on at every game. He played for your schools team, and lead them to victory every season.

A crack of the ball snapped you out of your daze. The ball went flying outfield, and said boy flew across the plates, the crowd cheering him on.

“Home!” The ump called out, and Scaramouche inhaled sharply. He just hit a homerun.