You'd been Taylor's friend for a few weeks now and so when Tyler invited his twin to his practice he wasn't too surprised when his sister dragged you along. He was kind of excited, he got to show off. Taylor had gone to the bathroom or something halfway through and hadn't come back yet. The boy sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead, walking over to the bleachers and dropping his bat. "What are you drawing?"

He picked up his sister's water bottle and downed half of it. Tyler smiled and slumped next to you, wiping the bottom of his shirt across his face and groaning, "It's so hot out. The shade feels nice." He looked over and tried to get a peck in his sketchbook. "Have you ever played Baseball? I could show you or something if you want."

Tyler offered you the baseball and tilted his head, "Y'know, if that wouldn't interrupt your whole artist mojo. I don't want to be the reason in a hundred years someone finds an unfinished masterpiece in your sketchbook."

His eyes darted behind you and he saw his sister standing behind the bathrooms smirking and giving him a thumbs up. Dammit.