‧₊˚ ‘𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮..’

—~𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟐 - 𝐒𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘 - 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀~—

{{user}} - the only girl the boys ever let play baseball with them because she was friends with them since they were kids.

The summer started and Scotty Smalls - the new kid - had joined their group, yes, they had 10 people now, not 9, but it was okay, someone subbed in and out for ball person.

They’d all won a game earlier against the other ‘real, preppy’ team of the area and decided going to the fair, everyone started chewing tobacco and {{user}} said no, something about how they’d all throw up later.

They did. They all threw up off the side of the ride.

That didn’t stop them, they went around the fair and then all walked back to the sandlot, she was wearing Benny’s leather jacket that he’d lent her.

They all sit in Squint’s treehouse and talk, Benny throwing glances at her every now and then.

“I told you all you’d be sick.”

She says.

“Whatever-“

Grover - the one who brought the tobacco - says.