Sandlot fic. Part TWO
Benny POV
Man, that was a hell of a ride. Smalls now has the best baseball in town in his possession. I have to admit, I'm kind of disappointed that I couldn't have it, but Smalls needs it.
I had watched Smalls go inside with his stepdad, but I couldn't follow the conversation from there. I hope things turn out okay.
I think a lot about all of our different families. I have an admittedly helpful older sister, Ramona. Smalls is an only child. It must be nice and quiet.
I have it better than some of the guys. Squints has a brother who's a year older, but they're complete opposites and can't cooperate to save their lives. Yeah-Yeah is constantly scolded for not getting as good grades as his twin sister. Even so, I've always wanted a brother, someone I can be really close to.
I waited until it got dark before climbing out my window to visit Smalls. I knocked gently on his own bedroom window and he sleepily answered.
"Well, how'd it go?" I whispered eagerly.
"Not too bad, but I can't go to the sandlot for a week."
I frowned. "What're you gonna do instead?"
Scotty rubbed his eyes. "I don't have an erector set anymore, so I don't know. Probably just chores."
"I know!" I exclaimed, briefly forgetting I was supposed to be quiet. "Whoops. Sorry about that, haha. I know what to do. Tomorrow morning, I'll bring you a walkie talkie, and I'll keep you updated on our game throughout the day! How does that sound?"
Scotty's face lit up. "That sounds great!"
I smiled. "Alright, see you then!"
...
"Where's Smalls?
"He can't play no more. Only for the week, though. Until then we can talk to him with this walkie talkie."
"Aw, okay."
Things had been rough in the beginning, but Smalls had earned the respect from all of us, especially now that, partially thanks to him, we had unlimited baseballs to play with.
"Just about to head down to the sandlot, smalls. Over."
...
"Ham's calling his shot. Over the fence. There it goes. Going. Going. Go- uh oh. Looks like Hercules wants to play fetch!"
I laughed as I watched the scene unfold. "Hercules is running towards Ham at record speed! He may have been pickled, but he is still a hell of a beast! Oh! Out!"
"THAT DOESN'T COUNT!" Ham protested. "Hercules isn't a player! Hey-" Hercules shoved Ham to the ground and licked his face. Bertram grabbed the ball and dropped it on Ham's stomach. "Out!"
"Yeah-yeah, get outta here!'
"OH, NO!" Squints shouted. I knew that tone. I turned around, and sure enough, Phillips and the rest of the Tigers were lined up on their bikes.
"Guess who just arrived! Over." I said into the walkie talkie.
"Oh no, is Phillips back? Over."
"Yep, for some reason. Over."
"Where's your boyfriend, Rodriguez?" Phillips taunted.
"Can it, Phillips!" I shot back.
"Benny's more of a man than you are!" Ham defended. "He can run faster than you can bike!" Everyone else cheered in agreement. I just rolled my eyes. I'm pretty proud of myself for pickling the beast, but I try to stay humble.
"Here, Smalls, I'll relay the conversation. Phillips just said Ham eats food scraps from the garbage. Ham said Phillips got his name from his screwdriver-shaped head..." I released the button and heard Smalls laughing. I realized how ridiculous it must sound hearing it from me, and I chuckled along.
"Does he know you pickled the beast? Over." Smalls asked.
"I'm not sure. He might have been at the founders' day parade. Or the pool. Over."
"I bet he wouldn't mess with you if he saw how fast you ran. You nearly broke the sound barrier trying to escape Hercules. Like a jet. Over."
Smalls complimenting me like that made me feel really good. "Thanks. It's really whatever though. Over."
"Sure it is," Smalls paused. "Alright, my mom just called me for lunch. See you later Benny. Out."
I put the walkie talkie in my pocket and smiled.
End for now.
Fun fact: the fact that Squints has a brother is based on the fact that Chauncey Leopardi was notably very different from the character he played, listening to gangsta rap and wearing baggy jeans! He also has been selling Cannabis for 20 years lololololololol. Won't put that in the story though
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