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The team won with a final score of
7 – 0.
As soon as the game was over I walked to the dugout to congratulate Brennan. “Hi,” I said shyly, while leaning against the fence. “Great game.”
“Thanks.” Brennan lifted his bat bag onto his non-pitching shoulder and walked through the gate toward me. “It was such a nice surprise to look up into the stands and see you. I didn’t even know that you knew I had a game today.”
“I pay attention.” I blushed and looked quickly at the ground.
“Hey, didn’t I see Rachel here with you?” He asked, looking around.
“Yeah, she was, but she had to leave to pick up her little sister. She wanted me to tell you congratulations on winning. ”
“When you talk to her later, tell her I said thanks for coming.”
“I will,” I nodded. “Did anyone else come to watch you play?” I asked, scanning the crowd for a woman who looked like Brennan and was toting little kids.
Brennan frowned, “No, my parents couldn’t make it today. They were both busy.”
“I’m sorry.” I felt bad for bringing it up.
He smiled, “It’s okay. The come to as many of my games as they can. Anyway, you were here, and that more than makes up for it.”
I smiled, “I had no idea that you’re such an awesome ball player. You’re the best player on the team.” I nudged him lightly, “It was fun to watch you strike ‘em out.” I giggled.
“Thanks,” he answered, modestly.
“Hey, how are you getting home?” The field had emptied. All the players had grabbed their stuff and left. “Didn’t you ride to school with Rachel this morning?”
“Yeah, I did. I didn’t know what time the game would end, so I told my mom I’d text her to come and pick me up when it was over. ” I shrugged to emphasize that it wasn’t a big deal.
“Do you want a ride?” he offered.
“If you don’t mind…”
We began to walk toward the parking lot. “I don’t mind. Unless, of course, you planned this,” he teased raising one eyebrow.
“I didn’t plan it! I already told you my mom was going to pick me up.” I hit him playfully on the arm.
“Ouch. That’s my pitching arm,” he said rubbing it.
“It is? I’m so sorry.” I frowned.
“I’m only kiddin’. I’m right handed. Not left.”
I laughed, because it was important to laugh at his jokes – flirting 101. “Phew,” I wiped my head across my forehead.
I followed him to his car, a silver Honda Accord. “Hop in,” he said, as he threw his baseball gear in the trunk.
He climbed in and started the engine. He faced me, “You’ll have to tell me how to get to your house. Since I’ve only been here for less than six months, I’m still learning my way around. I don’t know all the street names yet.”
“I live about ten minutes from here, in the Cricket Hill neighborhood. Do you know where that is?”
“Is it off of State Street?”
“Yes.” I watched as Brennan played with the radio.
“Which neighborhood do you live in?” I hoped it wasn’t too far out of his way. I bit my bottom lip.
“I live in Copper Woods, on East Pine Lake. Even it was out of my way, I wouldn’t care.” Brennan winked, and my insides melted.
He backed out of the parking space and headed in the direction of my house. As he drove I asked him questions about baseball. I knew so little about the game that I wanted to understand it better. He patiently explained the difference between a fastball and a curve ball. It was hard to concentrate, being so close to him in such a small space. All I could do was nod my head.
“Thanks for the ride,” I said, as he pulled into my driveway, “and I promise,
7 – 0.
As soon as the game was over I walked to the dugout to congratulate Brennan. “Hi,” I said shyly, while leaning against the fence. “Great game.”
“Thanks.” Brennan lifted his bat bag onto his non-pitching shoulder and walked through the gate toward me. “It was such a nice surprise to look up into the stands and see you. I didn’t even know that you knew I had a game today.”
“I pay attention.” I blushed and looked quickly at the ground.
“Hey, didn’t I see Rachel here with you?” He asked, looking around.
“Yeah, she was, but she had to leave to pick up her little sister. She wanted me to tell you congratulations on winning. ”
“When you talk to her later, tell her I said thanks for coming.”
“I will,” I nodded. “Did anyone else come to watch you play?” I asked, scanning the crowd for a woman who looked like Brennan and was toting little kids.
Brennan frowned, “No, my parents couldn’t make it today. They were both busy.”
“I’m sorry.” I felt bad for bringing it up.
He smiled, “It’s okay. The come to as many of my games as they can. Anyway, you were here, and that more than makes up for it.”
I smiled, “I had no idea that you’re such an awesome ball player. You’re the best player on the team.” I nudged him lightly, “It was fun to watch you strike ‘em out.” I giggled.
“Thanks,” he answered, modestly.
“Hey, how are you getting home?” The field had emptied. All the players had grabbed their stuff and left. “Didn’t you ride to school with Rachel this morning?”
“Yeah, I did. I didn’t know what time the game would end, so I told my mom I’d text her to come and pick me up when it was over. ” I shrugged to emphasize that it wasn’t a big deal.
“Do you want a ride?” he offered.
“If you don’t mind…”
We began to walk toward the parking lot. “I don’t mind. Unless, of course, you planned this,” he teased raising one eyebrow.
“I didn’t plan it! I already told you my mom was going to pick me up.” I hit him playfully on the arm.
“Ouch. That’s my pitching arm,” he said rubbing it.
“It is? I’m so sorry.” I frowned.
“I’m only kiddin’. I’m right handed. Not left.”
I laughed, because it was important to laugh at his jokes – flirting 101. “Phew,” I wiped my head across my forehead.
I followed him to his car, a silver Honda Accord. “Hop in,” he said, as he threw his baseball gear in the trunk.
He climbed in and started the engine. He faced me, “You’ll have to tell me how to get to your house. Since I’ve only been here for less than six months, I’m still learning my way around. I don’t know all the street names yet.”
“I live about ten minutes from here, in the Cricket Hill neighborhood. Do you know where that is?”
“Is it off of State Street?”
“Yes.” I watched as Brennan played with the radio.
“Which neighborhood do you live in?” I hoped it wasn’t too far out of his way. I bit my bottom lip.
“I live in Copper Woods, on East Pine Lake. Even it was out of my way, I wouldn’t care.” Brennan winked, and my insides melted.
He backed out of the parking space and headed in the direction of my house. As he drove I asked him questions about baseball. I knew so little about the game that I wanted to understand it better. He patiently explained the difference between a fastball and a curve ball. It was hard to concentrate, being so close to him in such a small space. All I could do was nod my head.
“Thanks for the ride,” I said, as he pulled into my driveway, “and I promise,
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