The Bucket List

Chapter One

''I'm going to do another bucket, I need a little more practice!'' I shout at my best friend, Emma. Who is currently rolling around on the outfield grass screaming that this is the 20th bucket I've done tonight and that she has no idea how I could possibly still need more.

"If I want to go to a good college next year and play for them, I need to be at my very best!'' I shout back out at her.

She only starts slamming the ground with her fist
at my response.

"I'm never being your ball girl AGAIN!'' She shouts at me and stands up and puts the old glove I found in the garage on.

When she finally gives me a thumbs up that she's ready I put a ball on the tee and load up and take a hit.

It ends up hitting her right in the face because she has no idea how to properly field a ground ball. I drop the bat and run to her as fast as possible, which is a difficult task to do when you're laughing your ass off, let me tell you.

When I make it to her she's back on the ground rolling around, holding her face and cursing my name.

"I cannot believe you have done this to me, you cruel unforgiving person.'' She says finally coming to a halt.

I can't help but laugh at her obvious pain. It's a funny situation. When I finally calm down from the laughing fit, she's staring at me, "thank you so much for all of your concern Annabelle. You truly are my number one best friend.''

I just laugh more and push my hand in her direction to help her up and she grabs my wrist and pulls herself up.

''I guess given the circumstances, we can be done for today."

'Thank you so much, I was about to start pulling shit out of my ass as to why I had to go home.'' She said whilst throwing her hands in the air in an exaggerated motion.

We pick up the culprit ball and head back to home plate to pick up the rest of the balls and tees and then head to the dugout to grab all of my stuff.

"Have any idea what school you want to go to play for?'' She asks while we're walking back to my car.

"The goal is UCLA. But if not UCLA then I'd like to play for the FSU team." I say while unlocking my car and shoving all the equipment into the trunk.

Before she can respond, she nudges my shoulder and says "Baseball hottie alert, 4 o' clock.''

That peaks my interest and I pull myself out of the trunk and look in his direction.

Holy eyegasm.

"Hey, sorry to bother you guys but nimrod over there left his tee at his house and we were wondering if we could borrow yours for the time being?'' When he said nimrod he pointed over his shoulder to a guy standing about 25 feet behind him with his arms crossed over his chest with an annoyed look on his face.

"You can borrow anything of mine any time you want.''

And while I was thinking about it, it was my best friend that said it.

"Okay, tha- OH'' he pauses mid sentence and actually comprehends what she was suggesting. He just scratches the back of his neck looking between us two.

I smack her on the stomach and she huffs out "seriously after everything you've put me through today." And she drops to the ground to be extra dramatic about it.

I look at him and finally decide to speak up, "you can borrow it, but I'm gonna need your name and some sort of contact information to get it back. This tee is my baby and I love her, so I definitely am going to need it back.''