Home Field Advantage

Intro

A/N:
Hey besties, just a few things I wanted to say before the story.

This is a BxB sports story so please no homophobic comments and if you are going to make them at least make them funny.

(That's a joke. Pls no homophobia, wtf are you even doing here?)

I have also done very minimal medical research and just research in general. Everything I know about baseball is courtesy of growing up with older siblings who played the sport.

I do not do physical activity.

Also I refuse to proof read any of this so deal with it.
Nothing is pre planned, this is just off the top of my head.

Last this is this isn't supposed to be good of professional this is Wattpad. So just be entertained and enjoy this absolute top tier entertainment

Thank you I hope you enjoy.

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I might be the stupidest person to ever walk this planet.
Or at least that's what my brother thinks.

It's not like I'm a stupid person who does stupid stuff on purpose, I'm actually a pretty smart person. Who happens to do stupid things without thinking it through.

It's been a couple of months since I broke my leg, months since the most humiliating moment of my life.

It wasn't completely my fault, even though everyone thinks it was. And sure maybe everyone tried to stop me from stealing home and maybe I didn't listen and did it anyways, but not completely my fault!

Maybe if the catcher from the opposing team wasn't blocking the plate causing me to slide weird and directly into his shin guard, maybe I wouldn't have fractured my leg.

I could make so many more excuses but, as much as it pains me to admit, it was stupid and it wouldn't have happened if I would have just listened to my team. And my coach. And my parents. And the crowd. Okay you know what it's fine! It happened, it's in the past! I honestly just want to forget it ever happened.

But my brother was making that impossible for me.
And of course the constant pain that was shooting through my leg.

Throughout the beginning of my recovery, my brother had been doing his best to keep constantly reminding me how this was my fault and I brought this upon myself.

I couldn't even complain or jokingly use my injury to my advantage because he will just say something like:
"Well you wouldn't be in this much pain if you weren't such a fucking dumbass and listened to me"

Or
"Why don't you do it yourself. Oh wait, you can't because now you're broken"

And most of the time
"Shut the fuck up"

That one's my personal favorite.

Brother of the Year ladies and germs.
He eventually got over himself and became more tolerable. Most likely thanks to my parents scolding him in the kitchen late at night about how he should take it easy on me and that I was already embarrassed and disappointed in myself enough.
All while thinking I was sound asleep in the comfort of my bed.

I wasn't eavesdropping on purpose, it's just our house has incredibly thin walls and I just happen to hear the entire conversation.

It was quite satisfying and degrading at the same time.
But that my favorite combination. In different circumstances of course.

This entire recovery hasn't been all bad, I'm mean if you leave out the embarrassment and the pain, it's been pretty chill. I think I've slept more in those months then I have in my entire life. I give my compliments to the pain killers because I haven't had an organic nights sleep since freshman year.

A couple of my teammates have come by to keep me company during this troubling time. They weren't mad about what happened, they couldn't care less. They tease me more then anything which I guess is better then being pissed.

Not only am I going to have to step up my game and get back in shape since this is my last year, I'll also have to prove to those other schools that this little slip up is just that... a slip up. I'm one of the best players in the district. I know that, everyone knows that, so this injury isn't going to hold me back. When I step onto that field, it's on. I'm going guns a-blazing, Imma make that field my bitch.

That sounds a little weird, but you get the point.

This is going to be my year! I just need to focus on baseball, nothing else should matter. Well except maybe school, but after that absolutely no distractions...

That is until He showed up.