James was mesmerizing. You watched him pitch, and you couldn’t help but stare as he did. He was beautiful in your eyes. You see him look at you and smile, you smile back.

The game was over, and his team had won. He jogged back over to the dugout, preparing to leave the field. James and your brother were going to have a sleepover at your house, so you and your brother’s mom was going to drive him to your house.

Since your brother had called shotgun, you and James had to sit next to each other.