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A Not So Quiet Night Carl Grimes x Reader

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The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the walls of the Alexandria Safe-Zone. You leaned against the window, watching the sky transition from a warm orange to a deep indigo. The air was cooler now, a welcome respite from the sweltering heat of the day.

Carl had promised to meet you at your house once his shift was over. You could see the top of the watchtower from your vantage point, a solitary silhouette against the darkening sky. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him. He was brave, resourceful, and despite everything, he still managed to hold on to his kindness.

The soft knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. You open it to find Carl standing there, his hat tilted back and a small smile playing on his lips.

"Hey," he said, his voice warm and familiar.

"Hey," you replied, stepping aside to let him in.

He walked in, his boots making a soft thud on the wooden floor. He looked tired, but his eyes were bright with anticipation. He took off his hat and set it on the table, running a hand through his unruly hair.

"You look like you've had a long day," you said, reaching out to touch his arm.

"Yeah, but it's better now," he said, pulling you into a hug.

You melted into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. He smelled of earth and sweat, a scent that had become comforting in its own way. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes.

"I missed you," he said softly.

"I missed you too," you whispered.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss. It was sweet and slow, a moment of peace in the chaos of the world outside. You wrapped your arms around his neck, savoring the warmth and comfort of his presence.

After a moment, he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. His breath was warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," he murmured.

"Me too," you replied, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "How about we make tonight last as long as we can?"

You grinned, taking his hand and leading him to the couch. You both sat down, and he pulled you into his lap. His hands were on your waist, his touch both firm and gentle. You traced the line of his jaw with your fingers, marveling at how he could be so strong yet so tender.

You pull him into a deep kiss as you straddle his hips. He instantly kisses back with a sense of urgency. You could feel the tension building between you two. You straddle him tighter while slightly grinding against him. You feel Carl’s bulge get bigger by the second. Carl moves his hand to your belt, unbuckling it with such speed.

Once Carl gets your belt undone, he starts unbuttoning your pants. The heat of Carl's body is intoxicating. His lips move passionately against yours, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You feel his hands moving over your back, caressing your skin. His touch is electric, and you can't help but lean into him, wanting more. As you grind against him, you can feel his excitement growing. The anticipation is building, and you know that this moment is going to be one to remember. You break away from the kiss, gasping for air, and look into his eyes. They are filled with desire, and you know that he wants you just as much as you want him.

As you pull away from the kiss, you feel Carl's grip tighten around your waist. He pulls you closer, his breath hot against your neck. His voice is a whisper in your ear. "I want you," he says, his words sending shivers down your spine. You feel his hands slide under your shirt, tracing the curves of your body. His touch is both gentle and possessive, and you can't help but moan softly as he moves his hands over your skin. You want him too, and you know that he's going to give you everything you want.

Carl's lips move down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes. His hands move to the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one. You feel his lips on your collarbone, and you arch your back, giving him better access. You can feel his breath on your skin, and it sends shivers down your spine. You can't believe how good this feels. As he pulls your shirt off, you can see the hunger in his eyes. He wants you, and he's not going to stop until he has you.

Carl leans down and kisses your chest, his lips moving over your breasts. His hands move to your waist, and he pulls you closer. You can feel his body pressed against yours, and it's like nothing you've ever felt before. The heat of his body is overwhelming, and you can't help but gasp as his tongue flicks over your nipple. You arch your back, pushing yourself against him, and he responds by biting down gently.

You can feel the tension building in your body as Carl continues to kiss and touch you. His hands move down your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs. He pulls you closer, his mouth moving to your neck. You can feel his teeth grazing your skin, and you moan softly. You can't believe how much you want him, and you can't wait to feel him inside you.

Carl moves his hand down to your waist, and you can feel his fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear. He starts to pull them down, his movements slow and deliberate. You can feel the anticipation building as he moves his hand lower and lower. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you can't help but let out a small gasp as his fingers brush against your skin.

As Carl continues to caress you, his fingers move higher and higher. You can feel the tension building between your legs, and you know that you want him more than anything. He moves his lips back up to your neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin. You can feel his breath on your skin, and it's driving you crazy. He pulls away for a moment, looking into your eyes. "Are you ready?" he whispers.

You nod your head, unable to speak. Carl smiles and leans down to kiss you again. His lips are soft and gentle, but you can feel the passion behind them. As he pulls away, he reaches down and pulls off his shirt, revealing his toned body. You can't help but stare at him, admiring his physique. He moves back to you, kissing you again as his hands move to your waist. He lifts you up and lays you down on the couch, moving over you.

Carl slowly inserts his large dick into you, his pace slow and steady and his finger moving in circles around your clit. You can feel the pressure building inside you, and you know that you're close to finishing. You dig your nails into his back, pulling him closer to you as you writhe in pleasure. "Oh god," you moan. "Don't stop. Carl increases his speed and moves rapidly while inside of you. It hurts but feels so good. You can feel his hardness filling you up, and it's making you feral. You dig your nails deeper into his back, leaving scratches all over his skin. You start to feel pressure building inside of you. You moan loudly, your body shaking with pleasure. "Oh God," you cry out.

Carl slows down, ensuring that you don't finish too quickly. "You're so fucking hot," he whispers. "I love knowing that I make you feel like this." He starts to move again, this time slower than when he first started. It was painful to bear. You can feel every inch of him inside you and it's driving you insane. You moan softly, "Faster. I need you to go faster."

Carl picks up his pace, thrusting into you with ease. You can feel yourself getting close again, and you know you're about to cum. "Carl, I'm cumming" you moan out, still digging your nails into his back. "Cum for me, I want you feel you cum all over me," He whispers as sweat glistens off of him.

Soon after you're done, Carl reaches his climax. He collapses on top of you, his breath coming in short gasps. You lie there together breathing heavily. "That was amazing," you say, reaching up to stroke his long brown hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says,

Once you and Carl got situated, you talked for hours, sharing stories and memories, laughing at the small moments that had become precious in these uncertain times. He told you about his day, the challenges he faced, and the small victories that kept him going. You listened, offering support and understanding, knowing that being there for each other was what mattered most.

As the night wore on, you both grew quiet, content to simply be in each other's presence. The stars twinkled outside the window, casting a soft glow over the room. You leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

"I love you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with emotion.

He pulled you closer, wrapping you in his arms as you both settled into a comfortable silence. The night stretched on, filled with whispered promises and shared warmth. For a little while, you were able to forget the dangers outside and just be with him. It was a night that you would treasure. And as you lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that no matter how fucked up the world gets, you would always have this.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt. 11 LAST PART

Years had passed since that unforgettable summer evening at the Sandlot. The small, dusty field had seen countless games, friendships, and even a proposal. Now, it stood as a cherished landmark in our lives, where we returned whenever we needed to reconnect with our roots.

Benny and I were married the following spring in a small, intimate ceremony surrounded by our closest friends and family. It was a beautiful day filled with laughter, love, and the promise of a shared future. Benny's career in baseball continued to flourish, and I pursued my passions, finding fulfillment in writing and teaching, with the occasional baseball playing.

As the years went by, the Sandlot became more than just a memory. It became where we brought our children, teaching them the same values of friendship, teamwork, and love that we had learned on that sacred ground. Our son, Y/S/N, had inherited Benny's love for the game, and our daughter, Y/D/N, shared my passion for storytelling. Together, they brought new life to the Sandlot, their laughter and excitement echoing the sounds of our youth.

Ten Years Later

The Sandlot reunion had become an annual tradition. Every summer, we gathered to relive the glory days, play a game, and share stories of our lives. The boys, now men with their own families and careers, always made it a point to return. The bonds we had formed all those years ago remained unbroken, a testament to the power of true friendship.

As the sun set on another reunion, we sat around a bonfire, the flickering flames casting a warm glow on our faces. The children played nearby, their voices a joyful chorus that filled the night air. Benny sat beside me, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, our hearts full as we watched the next generation create their memories.

 Their laughter echoed across the field, blending with the distant memories of our voices.

"Look at them," Benny said, his arm around my shoulders. "They're just like us."

"Yeah," I replied, my heart swelling with love and nostalgia. "And they'll make their memories here, just like we did."

"Remember the time Ham brought out the chaw?" Squints said, chuckling as he poked at the fire with a stick. "That was one of the worst ideas ever."

Ham laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah, we all learned a lesson that day. But it sure made for a good story."

"Speaking of stories," Yeah-Yeah chimed in, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "remember when Benny proposed? That was one of the best moments ever."

I smiled, my hand resting on Benny's knee. "It was perfect," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "And it all started right here."

Timmy, who had become a successful coach, nodded in agreement. "The Sandlot gave us so much more than just a place to play. It gave us a family."

The conversation flowed easily, each of us sharing memories and updates on our lives. As the night wore on, the children began to drift off to sleep, their energy finally spent. Benny and I tucked the kids into their sleeping bags, their faces peaceful in the glow of the dying fire.

With the kids settled, Benny took my hand, leading me a short distance away from the group. The stars above were a brilliant tapestry, reminding us of the countless nights we had spent dreaming beneath them.

"Do you remember our first late night here?" Benny asked, his voice soft and filled with nostalgia.

"How could I forget?" I replied, squeezing his hand. "It was the night everything changed."

Benny smiled, his eyes reflecting the love and memories we shared. "I never imagined that moment would lead us to this—our family, our friends, and a lifetime of adventures."

"Neither did I," I admitted, leaning into him. "But I wouldn't change a thing."

As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a profound sense of contentment. The Sandlot had given us so much—a place to belong, friends who became family, and a love that had grown stronger with each passing year.

Benny kissed my forehead, his lips warm against my skin. 

With the stars above and the Sandlot beneath our feet, we knew that no matter where life took us, this place would always be our home. As we walked back to join our friends by the fire, the laughter and love that surrounded us was a reminder that the best stories are the ones we create together.

The Sandlot was more than just a field; it was the heart of our story, the foundation of our dreams, and the beginning of a new legacy. As the stars began to twinkle in the sky above, I knew that no matter where life took us, we would always have this place, and we would always have each other. And as long as we had each other, the adventure would never truly end. 

A/N: wellllllll....thats it guys! i hope you enjoyed this story bc i know i enjoyed writing it. thank you so much for reading it!!

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 10

Five Years Later

The Sandlot hadn't changed much over the years. It remained a sacred place where memories were etched into the dirt and dreams were woven into the fabric of our youth. But the boys and I, we had grown. Time had a way of moving forward, taking us along with it, but no matter how far we traveled or how much we changed, the Sandlot always brought us back to where it all began.

We had all graduated high school and were now scattered in different directions. Benny had made it to the minor leagues, his dream of playing professional baseball finally within reach. The rest of us pursued different paths—college, jobs, and new adventures—but the bond we shared remained unbroken.

Today was special. It was the day of our reunion game, a tradition we had vowed to keep no matter where life took us. As I approached the Sandlot, the familiar sights and sounds filled me with a sense of nostalgia and excitement. The worn-out bases, the rickety fence, and the old tree that had served as our meeting point stood as reminders of the countless summers we had spent here.

Benny was already there, warming up with a few practice swings. His smile widened as he saw me approach. "Hey, Y/N," he called out, his voice filled with warmth. "Ready for another epic game?"

"Always," I replied, my heart swelling with affection for the boy who had become so much more.

One by one, the others arrived—Yeah-Yeah, Squints, Timmy, and of course, Ham. Their laughter and banter filled the air, each one of them bringing with them a piece of the past that made our reunion feel complete.

"Look who decided to show up," Ham teased as he pulled me into a bear hug. "Thought you'd forgotten how to play."

"Not a chance," I shot back, returning his hug with equal enthusiasm. "But I see you haven't forgotten how to be a pain in the ass."

Ham laughed, his trademark grin spreading across his face. "Never."

Yeah-Yeah strolled over, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, Benny, how's the almost pro baseball life treating you? And more importantly, are you still hitting home runs?"

Benny shrugged modestly, but the pride in his eyes was undeniable. "It's tough, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. And yeah, I've had my fair share of home runs."

"Show-off," Squints muttered, though his grin betrayed his true feelings.

As we prepared for the game, a familiar voice rang out from behind us. "Hey, guys! Guess what I found?"

We turned to see Ham holding up a small packet with a mischievous grin. "Chewing tobacco!"

The collective groan that followed was instantaneous. "Seriously, Ham?" Yeah-Yeah exclaimed, rolling his eyes. "Didn't we go through this already?"

"Not again!" Timmy echoed, shaking his head.

Benny stepped forward, crossing his arms. "Ham, that stuff is trouble. We've all learned our lesson. Let's just enjoy the game without any more incidents."

Ham's grin faded as he tucked the packet away. "Alright, alright. It was just a joke. I won't actually bring that stuff out."

With that settled, we took to the field, each of us assuming our old positions. The game began with the same energy and excitement as it had in our youth, every play and every hit infused with a sense of camaraderie that had only grown stronger over the years.

Benny pitched his throws fast and precise, a testament to his dedication and hard work. I took my place in the outfield, ready to catch anything that came my way. The boys cheered each other on, their voices a chorus of encouragement and friendly rivalry.

As the game progressed, the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the field. The final inning approached, and the score was tied—a fitting end to our reunion game. Benny stepped up to bat, determination etched on his face.

"Come on, Benny! Show us what you've got!" Squints yelled from the sidelines.

Benny took a deep breath, his eyes focused on the ball. The pitcher wound up and released, the ball hurtling towards Benny with incredible speed. With a powerful swing, Benny connected with the ball, sending it soaring over the fence in a perfect arc.

The boys erupted into cheers, their voices blending into a symphony of celebration. Benny rounded the bases, his smile broad and triumphant. As he crossed home plate, we gathered around him, our joy and pride evident in every hug and high-five.

But Benny wasn't done. He turned to me, his eyes shining with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Y/N," he called out, his voice cutting through the jubilant noise.

I stepped forward, my heart pounding with anticipation. Benny took my hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "These past years have been the best of my life, and it's because of you," he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "We've shared so many memories here at the Sandlot, and I can't imagine my life without you."

The boys fell silent, their attention fixed on Benny and me. Benny dropped to one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket. The collective gasp from our friends echoed my own surprise.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" Benny asked, opening the box to reveal a simple, elegant ring that sparkled in the fading light.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked down at Benny, the love and hope in his eyes reflecting everything I felt. "Yes," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Benny, I'll marry you."

The cheers from our friends erupted anew, their excitement and joy palpable. Benny slipped the ring onto my finger and stood, pulling me into a tight embrace. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of us in a moment of perfect happiness.

"Congratulations, you two!" Ham shouted, his voice filled with genuine happiness. "This calls for a celebration!"

The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, hugs, and shared stories. As we sat together around a makeshift bonfire, the ring on my finger catching the firelight, I felt a profound sense of gratitude. The Sandlot had given us more than just memories; it had given us a future.

With Benny's arm wrapped around me and the warmth of our friends surrounding us, I knew that no matter where life took us, we would always have this place, these moments, and each other. The Sandlot was more than just a field; it was the heart of our story, the foundation of our dreams, and the beginning of our forever.  It was a testament to the power of friendship and the enduring spirit of our youth. And as we looked up at the stars, each one of us knew that no matter where life took us, we would always have this place, and we would always have each other.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 9

Y/N's POV

As the days rolled by, the anticipation of our plan filled me with both excitement and anxiety. The thought of going public at the carnival felt right, but I couldn't shake the lingering nerves. Benny and I continued our daily routines, our secret moments together becoming even more precious as the countdown to the carnival began.

The morning of the carnival arrived with the air buzzing with excitement and a flurry of activity in the neighborhood. The sound of children laughing and the scent of popcorn and cotton candy filled the air, a reminder of the joyous day ahead. I dressed carefully, choosing an outfit that made me feel confident yet comfortable, ready for whatever the day might bring.

As I met up with Benny and the boys at the Sandlot, the energy was infectious. Benny flashed me a reassuring smile, and I knew that no matter what happened, we would face it together. The boys were already hyped up, talking animatedly about the rides they wanted to go on and the games they were eager to play.

We made our way to the carnival, the sights and sounds enveloping us as we stepped onto the fairgrounds. The Ferris wheel loomed in the distance, a symbol of the night to come. Benny squeezed my hand discreetly, his touch grounding me amidst the chaos.

As the day progressed, we enjoyed the festivities, our laughter mingling with the music and the chatter of the crowd. Benny and I shared knowing glances, our secret lending an added layer of excitement to every moment. When evening fell and the carnival lights began to twinkle like stars, we knew it was time.

Gathering the boys, we led them to a quieter corner near the Ferris wheel. The colorful lights painted our faces, the atmosphere electric with possibility.

"Hey, guys," I began, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. "Benny and I have something to tell you."

The boys looked at us with curious expressions, their attention fully captured. I felt Benny's hand slide into mine, his grip reassuring.

"We've been keeping a secret," Benny continued, his voice strong and confident. "Y/N and I are together. We're in a relationship."

There was a moment of stunned silence, the boys processing our words. Then, to my immense relief, their faces broke into wide grins.

"That's awesome!" Yeah-Yeah exclaimed as if he didn't already know, his excitement mirroring that of the others. "You guys are perfect together! Ham you owe 10 bucks!"

Ham groaned, reaching into his pocket. "Aw, man! I was sure you two were just friends."

"Pay up, Ham," Yeah-Yeah said, grinning as he held out his hand.

Ham slapped the ten-dollar bill into Yeah-Yeah's hand with a grumble. "Yeah, yeah, here you go. But I still say it's weird how you figured it out before the rest of us."

Yeah-Yeah shrugged, pocketing the money with a satisfied smile. "I pay attention, Ham. You should try it sometime.”

“Yeah, no shit you would know! She’s your sister!” Ham says rather annoyed.

The rest of the boys echoed Yeah-Yeah's sentiment, their acceptance and happiness washing over me like a wave of relief. Even Phillips, who had been a wild card in our predictions, offered a nod of approval.

Benny and I shared a smile, the weight of our secret lifted. The boys' support meant everything, their joy infectious as we celebrated together. As the night wore on, we rode the Ferris wheel, the view from the top a breathtaking panorama of twinkling lights and happy memories.

Sitting beside Benny, his arm wrapped around me as we ascended into the starry sky, I felt a profound sense of contentment. Our journey had led us to this moment, and the future stretched out before us, bright and full of promise.

"Here's to new beginnings," I whispered, leaning into Benny's embrace.

"To new beginnings," he echoed, his voice a soft promise against the backdrop of the carnival below.

Together, we faced the night, ready to create countless memories and embrace the adventures that lay ahead.

As the carnival began to wind down and the crowds started to thin, we made our way back to the Sandlot, our hearts light and our spirits high. Sitting together on the old wooden bench, we recounted the night's adventures, the bond between us stronger than ever.

In the quiet of the night, with the stars twinkling above and the echoes of our laughter lingering in the air, I realized just how lucky we were. Not only did we have the support and acceptance of our friends, but we also had each other, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Here's to many more nights like this," Benny said softly, his hand finding mine in the darkness.

"To many more," I agreed, my heart full as we sat together, surrounded by the friends who had become our family.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I glanced at Benny. He gave me a nod of encouragement, his eyes filled with unwavering support.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 8

Y/N's POV

The decision to reveal our relationship weighed heavily on my mind in the days that followed our late-night picnic at the Sandlot. Benny and I had discussed it at length, weighing the pros and cons of coming clean about our relationship. While a part of me longed to shout our happiness from the rooftops, another part feared the potential consequences of exposing our secret to the world.

The anticipation of what lay ahead left me restless, tossing and turning in bed as the minutes stretched into hours.

As dawn broke, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, I found myself unable to resist the pull of the Sandlot. It had become our sanctuary, a place where our love had blossomed in the quiet moments shared beneath the stars. Perhaps there, amidst the echoes of our laughter and the whispers of the wind, I would find the courage to face the uncertainty that lay ahead.

Slipping out of bed with practiced stealth, I tiptoed across the room, careful not to wake Yeah-Yeah or my parents. The floorboards creaked beneath my weight, each sound magnified in the stillness of the early morning hours. With a final glance over my shoulder, I slipped out the door, the cool morning air brushing against my skin like a whispered promise.

The Sandlot was bathed in the soft light of dawn as I made my way across the familiar terrain, the grass damp beneath my feet. Memories of our late-night picnics and whispered confessions filled my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the journey that had brought us to this moment.

As I reached our usual spot, a secluded corner hidden from view by a cluster of trees, I found myself drawn to the old wooden bench where Benny and I had shared countless conversations beneath the stars. Sitting down, I allowed myself a moment of quiet reflection, the weight of our impending decision heavy on my shoulders.

Lost in thought, I barely noticed the sound of footsteps approaching until a familiar voice broke through the silence, scattering my thoughts like leaves in the wind.

"Y/N? What are you doing out here so early?" Benny's voice was tinged with sleep, his eyes still heavy with exhaustion as he took a seat beside me on the bench.

"I couldn't sleep," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I needed some air."

Benny nodded in understanding, his gaze searching mine as if trying to decipher the thoughts swirling behind my eyes. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his tone filled with concern.

I hesitated, unsure of how to voice the doubts and fears that plagued my mind. "I just... I don't know if I'm ready," I confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. "To tell people about us, I mean."

Benny reached for my hand, his touch gentle yet filled with warmth. "Hey, it's okay," he said, his voice soft against the backdrop of chirping birds and rustling leaves. "We don't have to rush into anything. We'll do it when we're both ready, together."

His words offered a sense of solace in the midst of my turmoil, a reminder that I wasn't alone in this journey. With Benny by my side, I knew that we could face whatever lay ahead, no matter how daunting it seemed.

As we sat together in the quiet of the morning, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the trees like shards of gold, I felt a sense of peace settle over me like a warm embrace. Our love may have been born in secrecy, but it was built on a foundation of trust and understanding that would withstand any obstacle in our path.

With Benny's hand in mine, I knew that our future held endless possibilities, each one more beautiful than the last. And as we watched the sunrise together, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought us to this moment, and the countless moments still yet to come.

"The carnival" I said as I raise my head off of Benny's shoulder.

"Hm?" He replies.

"The carnival is in a couple of weeks" I say nonchalantly and I continue to say something else, "The boys love the carnival. They'll already be so pumped and excited that we should be able to tell them without it upsetting them. We go public at the carnival. Even Phillips will be there" I said giving Benny my idea.

Benny's eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of the carnival, his smile mirroring my enthusiasm. "That's a great idea, Y/N," he exclaimed, his voice filled with anticipation. "The carnival is the perfect place to share our news. It's festive, fun, and surrounded by everyone we care about. And it gives us more time to process this decision."

I nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of confidence wash over me at Benny's encouragement. "Exactly," I replied, a sense of determination creeping into my voice. "And besides, what better way to celebrate our officialness than with cotton candy, carnival games, and a Ferris wheel ride under the stars?"

Benny chuckled at my words, his laughter echoing in the quiet of the morning. "You always know how to make everything sound like an adventure," he remarked, his gaze softening as he looked at me with an expression that spoke volumes.

"Well, life with you is an adventure," I teased, my heart fluttering at the affection shining in Benny's eyes. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

As we sat together on the bench, lost in conversation and laughter, I felt a sense of excitement building within me like a gathering storm. The thought of sharing our love with the world filled me with a newfound sense of purpose, a belief that together, Benny and I could overcome any obstacle that stood in our way.

With Benny's hand in mine, I knew that our future held endless possibilities, each one more beautiful than the last. And as we watched the sunrise together, the promise of the carnival looming on the horizon, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought us to this moment, and the countless moments still yet to come.

"Let's make some memories, Benny," I said, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his cheek. "Starting with the carnival."

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 7

Y/N's POV

In the days following our conversation on the porch steps, Benny and I navigated our newfound relationship with caution. We treated it like it was a blown glass figurine, too easy to break and too hard to repair again.  Every moment spent together felt like a revelation, a discovery of shared interests, dreams, and fears. We laughed, talked, and grew closer with each passing day. The Sandlot remained our sanctuary, where our bond had been forged and we continued to create memories. But now, it held an added layer of significance, serving as the backdrop for our blossoming romance.

Since we were taking our relationship slow, we decided not to tell people about it yet. It has been refreshing having that side of ourselves private. No one gets hurt this way. Phillips won't know that I moved on and the boys won't be in our business. 

Sneaking around with Benny has been new and exciting. I know I'm not doing anything wrong, well maybe I am because of Phillips, but sometimes it feels like I'm sneaking out to meet with some random guy. But this isn't some random guy. This is Benny Rodriguez, the boy I've been in love with forever. 

Later tonight Benny and I have plans to have a late-night picnic at the Sandlot. We meet there quite frequently because no one is there.  As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and gold, I found myself eagerly anticipating our late-night picnic at the Sandlot. The anticipation buzzed in the air like electricity, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through my veins.

Finally, my waiting is over. It is 10 o'clock and everyone in my house is asleep. Since Benny and I are practically neighbors, we shine flashlights into each other's bedroom window to signal that we are ready. I flash mine into Benny's room and he signals back. I start to put my shoes on and sneakily go out the front door. As I make my way through the living room towards the door, I see a bright light coming from the kitchen. 

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" Yeah-Yeah's voice broke the silence, his tone laced with playful curiosity as he intercepted my path.

I chuckled, rolling my eyes at his antics. "I'm just meeting up with some friends," I replied, trying to keep a straight face despite the mischievous glint in his eyes.

A smirk played on Yeah-Yeah's lips as he raised an eyebrow suggestively. "You mean Benny?" he teased, punctuating his words with exaggerated kissing noises that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

I shot him a mock glare, playfully swatting at his arm. "Shut up, Yeah-Yeah," I said, unable to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside me. Despite his teasing, I knew Yeah-Yeah meant well, always looking out for me in his unique way.

"Maybe get better at sneaking out Y/N. You two have been so obvious. Do you ever know when I sneak out?" Yeah-Yeah asked. 

"No. But that's probably because you never sneak out because all of your friends are asleep by 9" I respond matter-of-factly. 

Yeah-Yeah rolled his eyes dramatically, but the playful smile never left his face as he sauntered off, saying "Your secret's safe with me Y/N. I just want you to be happy." 

I met Benny at our usual spot, a secluded corner of the Sandlot hidden from view by a cluster of trees. His smile lit up the darkness as he spread out a blanket and unpacked the contents of our makeshift picnic basket. The faint scent of freshly cut grass mingled with the aroma of sandwiches and lemonade, creating an ambiance that felt both magical and intimate.

As we sat side by side, the stars twinkling overhead like diamonds scattered across velvet, conversation flowed effortlessly between us. We talked about everything and nothing, sharing hopes, dreams, and fears beneath the blanket of night.

In those stolen moments, I felt a sense of freedom, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. There was something exhilarating about sneaking around with Benny, about keeping our budding romance hidden from the prying eyes of the world. It felt like our little secret, a sacred bond shared between just the two of us.

But amidst the joy and excitement, there lingered a shadow of guilt in the recesses of my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was betraying Phillips, that our clandestine meetings were a betrayal of the love we once shared. Yet, with each tender glance and whispered confession, those doubts faded into the background, replaced by the undeniable certainty that Benny was where I belonged.

As the night wore on, the cool breeze carrying whispers of summer's end, Benny reached for my hand, his touch gentle yet filled with warmth. "Y/N," he began, his voice soft against the backdrop of chirping crickets and rustling leaves, "I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

His words washed over me like a comforting embrace, banishing the last traces of doubt and uncertainty from my mind. At that moment, beneath the canopy of stars, I knew that our love was worth fighting for, worth cherishing with every beat of my heart.

As we lay together on the blanket, the world fading into a blur of moonlit dreams and whispered promises, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought us together. Our love may have started as a fragile whisper in the wind, but with each passing day, it grew stronger, and more resilient, until it became an unbreakable bond that would withstand the test of time.

"Yeah-Yeah knows about us," I admitted quietly, breaking the peaceful silence that enveloped us. "As much as I've loved having this to ourselves, I think it's time we tell people."

Benny's expression softened, his eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and acceptance. "I've been thinking the same thing," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Keeping our relationship a secret feels... I don't know, like we're hiding something that shouldn't be hidden."

I nodded in agreement, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders at Benny's words. It was time to stop hiding, to embrace our love openly and unapologetically.

"But how do we do it?" I asked, the uncertainty creeping back into my voice. "What if people don't understand, or worse, if they don't approve?"

Benny squeezed my hand reassuringly, his touch grounding me in the warmth of his presence. "I'm assuming by people you mean Phillips. We'll face whatever comes our way, together," he vowed, his voice filled with determination. "And as long as we have each other, nothing else matters."

His words echoed in the stillness of the night, a beacon of hope guiding us through the uncertainty that lay ahead. With Benny by my side, I knew that we could weather any storm, and overcome any obstacle that stood in our path.

As we lay beneath the blanket of stars, hand in hand, I felt a sense of peace settle over me like a comforting embrace. Our love may have started as a fragile whisper in the wind, but with each passing day, it grew stronger, and more resilient, until it became an unbreakable bond that would withstand the test of time.

As we prepared to face the world together, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected journey that had brought us to this moment. With Benny's love as my guiding light, I knew that our future held endless possibilities, each one more beautiful than the last.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 6

Y/n's POV

The days turned into weeks, and the Sandlot became our sanctuary once again. We spent countless hours playing ball and creating memories that would last a lifetime. Each day brought new adventures and surprises, but little did we know that this summer would hold some of the most unforgettable moments of our lives.

As the summer heat intensified, so did the bond between the team. We were more than just a group of kids playing baseball; we were a family. Benny's decision to bring me back onto the team sparked a change within us all. We learned the importance of forgiveness, loyalty, and the power of second chances.

Our victories on the field were no longer just about winning games. It was about the joy of camaraderie and the unspoken understanding that we were in this together, no matter what. The Sandlot had become a place where dreams took flight, where we pushed each other to be better, and where the impossible became possible.

But amidst the laughter and the crack of the bat, there were still lingering questions and unspoken desires. For me, it was the tug of emotions that Benny ignited within me. Our friendship had been rekindled, but deep down, I wondered if there was something more between us. Was it just wishful thinking, or was there a chance for our bond to evolve into something greater?

As the days turned into weeks, Benny and I spent more time together outside of the Sandlot. We explored the neighborhood, shared secrets, and laughed until our stomachs hurt. It felt like old times once again. Every moment with him felt precious, and yet, I couldn't ignore the nagging uncertainty in the back of my mind.

One afternoon, while sitting on the porch steps of my house, Benny turned to me with a serious expression on his face. "Y/N, there's something I need to talk to you about," he began, his voice filled with a mix of nervousness and determination.

My heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through my veins. "What is it, Benny?" I asked, trying to steady my own voice.

He took a deep breath before continuing, "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I can't deny the feelings I have for you. I know we agreed to start as friends again, but I can't help but wonder what might be if we just both accept the fact that I love you. Y/N, I want to take a chance, to see where this could go."

I stared at him, my mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. The possibility of being more than friends with Benny was both exhilarating and terrifying. Was I ready to take that leap of faith? Could I open my heart again after the pain of the past?

"I...I feel the same way, Benny," I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "But can we take it slow? I don't want to rush into anything without being sure."

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of Benny's lips. "Of course, Y/N. We'll take it one step at a time, at a pace that feels right for both of us."

And just like that, our journey took an unexpected turn. The Sandlot, once a symbol of friendship and baseball, became the backdrop for a new chapter in our lives. It was a summer of surprises, where dreams were not only found on the field but also in the hearts of two young souls navigating the complexities of love.

As the sun set on that eventful day, Benny and I sat side by side, hand in hand, watching the sky burst into hues of orange and pink. The possibilities stretched out before us, and we knew that this summer would be like no other. Together, we were ready to embrace the unknown and discover the magic that lay hidden within the Sandlot and within ourselves.

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hey guys!! so sorry i haven’t been updating my Benny story, i have some stuff written and will be posting it very soon. in the meantime, i would love to do imagines if you’d be interested in that. please comment who you’d want me to do!! thank you!!🩷

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 5

Y/N POV

Playing with the guys again felt so right. I feel like I am home. A euphoric feeling is spreading throughout my entire body. As I ran across the field, swinging the bat and catching the ball, I couldn't help but smile. The Sandlot had always been my safe haven, where I felt I truly belonged. Being back on the team, surrounded by old friends, felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders.

Benny's presence next to me was a constant reminder of the pain he put me through. Although we had agreed to start as friends again, I couldn't deny my lingering feelings for him. But for now, I focused on rebuilding the bond with the boys and proving myself on the field.

The sun beat down on us, and laughter and cheers filled the air as we played game after game. It was like the troubles and worries of the outside world had disappeared, and we were just a group of kids enjoying the pure joy of baseball. As the day wore on, I couldn't help but notice Benny stealing glances at me from time to time. His eyes had a mix of longing and regret, and it made my heart ache. I wanted to tell him that I still cared, that maybe there was a chance for us beyond friendship. But for now, it was enough to have him as a friend again.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the Sandlot, we gathered together for a final inning. Benny and I stood side by side, ready to take on any challenge that came our way. The boys, once skeptical of my return, had now fully accepted me back into the fold.

As I stepped up to the plate, I could feel their support and encouragement. The sound of the ball hitting the bat echoed through the air as I swung with all my might. The ball soared through the sky, and the boys cheered as it sailed over the fence, disappearing into the distance.

It was a home run, and the victory was not just mine but a victory for all of us. We had overcome obstacles, repaired friendships, and rediscovered the true spirit of the Sandlot. Together, we were unstoppable.

As the day came to an end, we gathered our gear and said our goodbyes. Benny walked me home, and we talked about everything and nothing at all. The tension between us had eased, and it felt comfortable and familiar, like slipping into a well-worn glove.

At my front door, we stood face to face, a mix of emotions swirling between us. Benny reached out and took my hand in his, a gentle smile on his lips.

"Thank you for giving me a second chance, Y/N," he said softly. "I can't change the past, but I promise to make it up to you."

I looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and determination within them. "I believe you, Benny," I replied, fully meaning it and feeling a flicker of hope ignited within me.

With a final squeeze of my hand, Benny told me goodnight, leaving me standing on the porch with a heart full of possibilities. As I watched him walk away, I knew that the Sandlot had brought us back together for a reason, and I was excited to see where our journey would lead.

As I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the Sandlot, a place where friendships were forged, dreams were pursued, and where love had a chance to bloom. The Sandlot had given me a second chance, and I was determined to make the most of it.

A/N: super short chapter, but lmk if you want me to keep updating this story!

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 4

Benny's POV

As I slowly opened my eyes, the pounding in my head reminded me of my intense night. My mind was in disbelief that I got into a full-on brawl with Phillips. However, the guilt I felt over hurting Y/N was unbearable. I knew I had to make it up to her, and I had the perfect plan in mind.

Without wasting any time, I grabbed my bat and glove and made my way to the Sandlot. As much as I wanted to go there for the boys, I also wanted to make things right with Y/N. I took a slight detour to her house and knocked on the door, hoping she was home. She answered the door, and her tired eyes told me she had not gotten any sleep.

"Hey, Benny, Yeah-Yeah's already at the Sandlot. I think they're waiting for you," Y/N said.

"I'm not here for Yeah-Yeah. I'm here for you," I said firmly. "I want you to come with me to the Sandlot. You're getting back on the team."

Y/N looked at me skeptically, unsure of what I was up to. "What do you mean? After what happened last night, I don't think I want to be on the team anymore."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I messed up big time, and I need to make it right. That's why I want to get you back on the team. I need you. The boys don't know it yet, but they need you too," I explained, hoping to convince her to join us.

Y/N sighed, "Benny, I don't know. It's not just about the fight. It's about how you guys treated me before that too. I don't think I can just forgive and forget like that."

"I understand, and I don't expect you to just forget about it. But I promise to make it up to you. We'll make things right together. Please, just come with me to the Sandlot. Talk to the guys, and let's work this out," I pleaded, hoping to persuade her.

After a moment of contemplation, Y/N nodded her head. "Okay, I'll come with you. But if things don't change, I'm out."

"Deal. Let's go," I said, relieved that she agreed.

As we walked towards the Sandlot, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to make things right. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but I was determined to do whatever it took to earn Y/N's forgiveness and trust back.

We walk to the Sandlot together, Y/n hasn't said anything since we left her house. I could tell she was nervous. I grabbed her hand to try to ease her mind, but she pulled away.

"Benny, I don't know what I want right now. After last night, it's just a little too much right now. I was with Phillips, I can't do this to him. I have to figure out what I'm feeling. So, let's just start being friends again," Y/N said with a small frown.

I felt a pang of disappointment, but I respected Y/N's decision. "Okay, we can start as friends," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

We arrived at the Sandlot, and the boys were waiting for me. As soon as they saw us, they all stopped playing and stared at us.

"What's going on, Benny? Why the hell is she here?" Squints asked, sounding angry.

"I need to talk to you guys," I said, looking at each one of them. "I don't want to explain much but, last night was a mess. I messed up big time. But I'm here to make things right. And that starts with bringing Y/N back onto the team."

The boys exchanged glances, and I could tell they didn't want to let her back on the team.

"But Benny, she betrayed us," Ham protested. "She's sleeping with the enemy!"

"Shut up Ham," I said firmly. "Y/N is a great player, and we need her on our team. We all know what Y/N is capable of. She can play. As far as she and Phillips go, they are no longer together."

I see Yeah-Yeah gives his sister an apologetic look. Yeah-Yeah stops what he's doing and gives Y/N a hug. The boys look at Yeah-Yeah completely shocked. When Yeah-Yeah and Y/N stop hugging, they don't stop staring. They keep looking at Yeah-Yeah with disappointment.

"What? She's my sister. I'm not going to agree with all of her decisions, but I'm going to support her as she supports me. So, yeah, yeah, let's put her back on the team," Yeah-Yeah says to me.

Smalls spoke up next, "I'm with Yeah-Yeah on this one. Y/N has always been a great player, and we can't afford to lose her. Plus, Benny, if you're willing to make things right, then I think we should give her a chance."

The rest of the boys, except for Ham, nodded their heads in agreement. Ham still looked unsure, but he eventually gave in. "Fine, but if she messes up again, she's out for good," he said sternly.

I looked over at Y/N, who was looking relieved and grateful. "Thank you, guys. I promise I won't let you down," she said with a small smile.

The boys went back to playing, and Y/N joined in. I watched her closely, noticing how she fit in with the team. It was like she never left. I knew it was going to take some time, but I was glad we were making progress.

As we continued playing, I couldn't help but think about Y/N and how much I missed her. I knew I had to be patient, but I hoped that someday we could be more than just friends again. For now, I was just happy that she was back on the team and that we were all working together again. It made me feel like I finally did right by her.

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Benny Rodriguez x Reader Pt 3

Y/N's POV

"Phillips, there's something I need to tell you," I said, taking a deep breath. Phillips's expression changed. "I needed to talk to you too Y/N," he said. "You can go first, Phillips," I say, hopeful that I can think of an easier way to say what I'm about to say. "Can we sit down?" He asks.

I nod and follow him to the porch swing. He takes my hand and looks me in the eye. "I know things got weird between us today," he begins, "and I want to fix that. I love you, Y/N, and I don't want to lose you."

I feel a pang of guilt in my chest. How could I have let myself get into this situation? "Phillips, I love you too," I reply, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. "But here's the thing I need to tell you."

"I...I kissed Benny today," I blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer.

Phillips's eyes widened in shock. "What? Why?"

"I don't know. It just happened. And now I'm so confused," I said, tears welling up in my eyes.

Phillips stood up, looking angry and hurt. "You kissed him? After everything, he did to you? After he kicked you off the team and didn't talk to you for a year?"

"I know, I know. It was stupid. But I can't help how I feel," I said, feeling more and more guilty by the second.

Phillips shook his head. "I can't do this, Y/N. I can't be with someone so confused and indecisive. I need someone who knows what they want."

"I understand," I said, feeling defeated.

"I think it's best if we take a break. Figure things out. Maybe we can try again in the future, but for now, I need some space," he said, his voice softening slightly.

I nodded, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. It was over. But at the same time, I knew I had to figure out my feelings for Benny before I could continue anything with Phillips, so maybe it's for the best.

As Phillips walked towards his car, I sat down on my front porch, feeling lost and alone.

Phillips's POV

I was walking to my car dumbfounded. I knew Rodriguez would steal Y/N from me one day. Anger just boiled up inside of me. I knew what I had to do, I had to confront him. Instead of going home, I found myself at the crusty-ass Sandlot where I knew he would be. He basically lives there. Sure enough, I was right, there he was practicing and looking like a goddamn idiot.

I approached him, trying to keep my anger in check. "Rodriguez," I said, my tone cold and angry.

Benny looked up, surprised to see me. "Phillips, what are you doing here?" he asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"I need to talk to you," I said, my voice low.

Benny raised an eyebrow. "About what?"

"Y/N," I replied, my anger starting to boil over.

Benny's face fell, and I could see the guilt in his eyes. "Oh shit."

"You kissed her," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "After everything you did to her, you had the audacity to kiss her."

Benny looked down, and then back up. "Yeah? What the hell are you gonna do about it, Phillips?"

My fists clenched at my sides as I took a step closer to him. "Don't push me, Rodriguez. You know damn well what I'm capable of."

Benny smirked, stifling a laugh. "Oh, I know. You're the big, bad captain of the baseball team. Big deal. So what, Phillips? You don't own Y/N. She's not your property."

I gritted my teeth, trying to control my temper. "I know that, Rodriguez. But you know what? I love her. And I'm not gonna let you or anyone else come between us."

Benny's smirk faded, replaced by a look of surprise. "You love her? Since when? You don't know shit about her."

I smirked, "Maybe I don't know as much about her as you do, but remember, I'm the one she's been sleeping next to for almost a year". Benny storms over to me I feel a sharp pain shooting through my nose. That son of a bitch punched me. I then feel the warm and thick liquid dripping down my face.

I stumbled back, holding my nose as I felt the blood gushing out. Benny stood in front of me, his fists clenched and his eyes blazing with anger.

"You don't love her, Phillips. You're just possessive. You think you can own her because she's been sleeping with you? You're a selfish bastard," he spat out.

I wiped the blood off my face and lunged at him, my anger finally getting the best of me. We exchanged blows, hitting each other in a blind rage.

Y/N's POV

As Phillips walked towards his car, I sat down on my front porch, feeling lost and alone. I start to cry. I cannot fathom my thoughts at this moment in time. I can't even go inside and risk waking Yeah-Yeah up, I don't want to talk to my brother about this situation. He's always been so supportive but I don't want to burden him with my problems.

As I sit there, I hear a commotion coming from the Sandlot. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I walk over to see what's going on.

When I arrive, I see Benny and Phillips in the middle of a fight, their fists flying as they exchange blows. I gasp in shock, unable to believe what I'm seeing.

Suddenly, Benny gets the upper hand and delivers a final blow to Phillips, sending him to the ground. I rush over to Phillips, who is lying there bleeding, but still conscious.

"What the hell happened?" I ask, my voice shaking with fear and anger.

Benny looks up at me, his face contorted with pain and regret. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean for it to get like this." 

I shake my head, tears streaming down my face. I kneel next to Phillips, feeling guilty and heartbroken. This was all my fault. If I hadn't kissed Benny, none of this would have happened. "I should have never kissed you, Rodriguez. None of this would have happened if it weren't for me" I said in between sobs. 

"Y/n you know that's not true. Phillips had it coming for a long time anyways" Benny said as if he was trying to lighten up the situation. 

"Benny, this isn't funny. I'm going to take him home" I say as I give Benny a sad expression. 

"Y/N, I-" Benny says and then stops. 

"You what Benny?" I ask.

"You know" He responds cockily.

I just nod, because I do know. It's what caused this entire thing in the first place. I obviously couldn't say it back, Phillips was there and with everything that just happened, I need time to think about things. 

As I help Phillips up and guide him toward his car, I can feel Benny's eyes on me. It's like he's trying to say something but holding back. I want to turn around and confront him, but I can't right now. I need to focus on getting Phillips home and making sure he's okay.

Once I get Phillips home and settled in his bed, I sit beside him and hold his hand. "I'm sorry, Phillips. I never meant for things to get out of hand like this."

"It's not your fault, Y/N. I started it. I kept egging Benny on. I was pissed, he kissed you, I needed to take out my frustration. You know, he actually really cares about you...I said some things I shouldn't have and it lead to this" Phillips says, his voice strained from the pain.

I nod, but I can't help feeling guilty. Now, because of my actions, Phillips is hurt and our relationship may never be the same. "I'm so sorry Phillips, I love you, I do. I just-" I say, but not being able to finish my sentence. 

"You love him too," Phillips responds softly. "It's okay, I've always known. I knew you only started dating me because Rodriguez wasn't interested in you. I just wanted to believe someone as beautiful and perfect as you could want me more" He says hazily. 

Tears are streaming down my face right now, I look over to see Phillips sleeping. I give him a light peck on the forehead and walk down the stairs to the front door. 

I head out the front door and of course, that's when I see Benny in Phillips's driveway. 

As I approach him, he stands up straight, looking at me with a mix of concern and guilt. "How is he?" He asks quietly.

"He's hurt. In more ways than one, but if you're referring to the pain you caused him, he'll live"  I say completely monotone. 

"I'm glad he'll be okay," Benny says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I noticed you didn't drive to the Sandlot, do you want me to walk you home?" Benny offered sweetly. 

I wanted to turn him down, but I also didn't want to be alone at this moment, so I reluctantly accepted. 

We were walking home in silence until Benny had the courage to break it. 

"I know you're probably angry with me right now, but I want you to know that I never intended for things to turn out this way," Benny says, his voice full of remorse.

"I don't know what to think, Benny" I respond, my voice still quiet. 

"Then you don't have to," Benny said. 

Before I could even respond, his lips were on mine. It felt just as magical as it did the first time. 

As magical as it felt, I knew I had to pull away from him. "Benny, Phillips is hurt because of us. This, right now, it just feels wrong." 

Benny nods with his gaze lowered. "I know. I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have done that. It was selfish of me," he says, sounding defeated.

We walk in silence until we reach my porch. "Thanks for walking me home Benny", I say finally breaking the awkward silence. 

"Of course Y/N, try to get some sleep", Benny responds, his voice soft and somber as he starts walking to his house, which was just a block over. 

I can't stop thinking about what happened as I lay in bed that night. I feel guilty for hurting Phillips and confused about my feelings for Benny. But one thing is clear - I need to figure out what I want and do it soon. The longer I wait, the more damage I could cause.