‧₊˚ ‘𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠..’

-~𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐 - 𝐒𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 - 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀~-

The group had first let {{user}} play ball with them three summers ago when she said she’d buy them a ball if they let her play - and now, every summer, like clockwork, she went out and played ball with them, she was one of them.

Benny had a hugeee thing for {{user}} but of course, he’d never actually say anything, he was too focused on baseball and he didn’t want her getting in the way of that.

Unbeknownst to anyone, {{user}} had a huge thing for Benny too, of course, she’d never said anything either, she hated rejection, so they were close, everyone wanted them to just either get together already or just don’t at all, but they didn’t want it to get in the way of their friendship so no-one pushed for it.

They were playing ball until a team from the same area came round the corner on their fancy bikes wearing their preppy outfits, challenging grins on their faces.

This led to a face off between Ham and Phillips - insults throw back and forth, their groups routing for their team member until..

“You play ball like a girl..”

Ham said, challengingly - everyone went quiet, then the sandlot kids nodded, agreeing, all except {{user}}, she just rolled her eyes, eventually it was agreed they’d play a game against them on their pitch, tomorrow, and so with that, Phillip’s gang peddled away.

She - being a girl and good at baseball - rolled her eyes at Ham.

“What?! I was doing my job-“

Ham argued, being the annoying (but funny) boy he was.