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19 May 2015
43 days before...
"I didn't think I would get it," Logan says, about forty-five minutes later as we sit on the bus that's starting our long journey back home. "I thought Tyler would get it."
I smile at him, watching as he twirls the Player of the Game medal between his fingers. "Tyler didn't bleed," I answer, nudging him. "And can I just say, you bled spectacularly, getting that last out covered in blood. Incredible."
He pushes me away, but his eyes are playful. "I can't tell if you're making fun of me."
I shrug, smiling at him. "I can't tell either."
We were sitting in the back of the bus again, but a few more people had decided to ride home with the bus, since they were in too good of a mood to leave the team yet. Since they had stayed the night last night also, there was a lot more luggage on top of the ball gear the boys had brought. Due to all the needed room, Logan and I had to sit in the same seat, but since he had moved all his gear into the bag seat, it was pretty roomy.
He had changed out of his uniform and into sweats and a t-shirt, which was fortunate for me because his uniform had stunk.
"I am so proud of you, though," I tell him, not really having told him yet.
His eyes light up at my words. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close, and I smell the cologne he sprayed on himself. "Thanks, Laynes. But I couldn't have done it without you."
I smile, elbowing him a little. "Whatever. Yes, you could have."
He grins at me. "I'm serious, Laynes. Even with Tyler's homerun, I think I still might have been in that kind of mood." He nudges me playfully. "You saved me, and therefore saved the game."
I can't help but laugh.
Above me, I hear Logan chuckle too, before he grabs my hand and slowly opens my fingers. Looking down, I watch as he places the Player of the Game medal into my palm.
Immediately, I thrust it back towards him, shaking my head. "No. You earned this."
He takes his hand and shoves my hand back in my direction. "Yes, you did."
I pull back from him a little, looking him square in the eyes. I shove it back his direction, making sure I hit his chest a little.
Something wicked gleams in his eyes, and I see it's a challenge.
Not wanting that, I say, "Logan, just take it. It's yours."
He raises an eyebrow, and I know he's not going to let this go. "I don't want it," he says.
I roll my eyes, finally snatching the medal from him. Not really thinking, I pull the top of his shirt forward and drop it down his shirt.
Immediately, I start laughing at his face, as the cold medal touches the sensitive skin of his chest.
Hurriedly, he reaches up his shirt and grabs the medal. He rolls his eyes when he sees I'm still laughing.
"You know what," he says, seeming to have given up as he shoves the medal in his sweats pockets. "I'll just give you something later to show you my appreciation."
I wink at him. "That's right you will."
He rolls his blue eyes at me, and instead of retaliating, he slumps down in the seat and lays his head on my shoulder, obviously tired from the game.
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Logan Walton and Alayna Fields are inseparable. Since he came to her hometown in the fourth grade, they've been best friends. As they grew up, Logan took a liking to girls, eventually becoming a player. Alayna had a few boyfriends, but nothing real...