{BennyxReader} As a kid you moved from Los Angeles California to Texas because of the death of your father. Left at six and returned eight years later, back home. Right where you belong. Yet you never feel fully satisfied, you wonder when you'll be...
I went back into my house and found a note on the kitchen counter. It read 'Hey sweety! You weren't back yet so I decided to leave this note telling you I'm at a neighbors house for a mini welcoming party. There is pizza in the fridge just heat it up, I'll be back by midnight. Be asleep, love mom.' I set the note down and went to the fridge. Dang I'm hungry, I thought while I took out the pepperoni pizza slice. I heated it up and placed it on the dining table.
~the next day~
I woke up, ugh... I must've fallen asleep on the couch, I thought. I get up and rub my eyes. "Oh shoot!" I yelled. I looked at the time, it was 7:47. "What's wrong?" Mom asked. "I'm playing ball with some boys at 8! I just woke up!" I said running up stairs.
"Her and boys" I heard my mom say to herself.
"MOM!" I yelled
"Alright sorry" she said in a sassy tone resuming to do the dishes.
I ran up stairs and changed clothes.
After changing I ran down stairs and grabbed my glove. "Bye mom!" I yelled before leaving.
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Finally I've made it to the sandlot. I'm about 6-7 minutes late, hopefully not everyone's there. I thought before turning the corner. Just as I turned the corner a ball came flying towards my head. I quickly rose my glove, I catched it, the power of the ball pushed me off my feet and on my butt.
"Y/n!" Yelled Benny, I sat looking at the ball in my glove.
Benny and the rest of the boys came running over and all helped me up, "are you okay?!" Asked a red headed kid.
"Yeah yeah, are you okay?!" Asked a small dark skinned boy.
"I'm fine." I said rubbing my butt. "You sure?" Asked what seemed to be the oldest brother of the set. "You sure?" Repeated the younger.
"Yep!" I said smiling. "Oh right! Guys this is y/n y/l/n." Says Benny.
"Y/n this is Timmy and Tommy Timmons, they each spit.
Aww, they're so tiny and cute. I thought of the fact they tried to be cool looking.
"Mike Squints Palledorous, Alan Mclennan we call him Yeah-yeah" they both spit after each other.
Well, their goes my insanity I thought.
"Bertram Grover Weeks" he spits.
"Kenny DeNunez" he spits.
"And Hamilton Porter, call him Ham" He spitted and it almost landed on my shoes.
"Please.. never do that again." I said the nicest way possible.
"Do what?" Asked Bertram.
"That-" I said pointing to the spit on the ground.
