.Slime.Heads.

"You have to hit the sausage in order to run to first base!"

"I think this is kinda cruel!"

"It's already dead and packaged!"

"I don't care!! I refuse to hit a sausage!"

"Wyatt! They're left overs that are expired! Please, either catch it or hit it!"

I grumbled at my options. I couldn't catch, let alone a sausage, and hitting it made me imagine that the sausage was a squirrel and that was a no go. "Can I just sit out?!"

Gerard laughed from across the street. He was pitcher, Mikey was a catcher along with two other kids from our street. I was teamed with two other kids that were bored out of their minds.

"Nope, you have to- CAR!"

Suddenly, everyone picked up the items and mats we used for bases and moved to either side of the street. The blue car drove by with a white moving truck behind them. We watched as they parked next to two houses down my side of the street.

"Game on! Wyatt, you're pitching!" Gerard hollered. He ran up to me and handed me the sausages. "Don't fuck up, these kids need fun."

I scoffed at him. "They need a better game. We always have the same arguments over the same game."

"I'll think of something. Just pitch for a few more rounds."

And that's just what I did.... Until the new neighbor and her son came onto my view.

I almost melted on the sight of this beauty of a boy. I felt my mouth water and my blush rise when we made eye contact, just in time to see me get hit in the face with a sausage.

"OH! IN THE FACE!!"

"THE CROWD GOES WILD!"

"MAJESTIC MIKEY STRIKES AGAIN!"

"FUCK YOU, MIKEY!"

"Excuse me?"

"Mom?!"

"That is no such language for a lady!" She yelled, "Mikey, dear, I'm so sorry. Apologize to him, Wyatt. NOW."

"But- urgh, sorry Mikey, for you know," I winked at him, "you having a small uncircumcised-"

"Wyatt!" My mothers face turned red. The guys laughed and Mikey blushed. "I just- umph!"

My mother walked away from us and slammed the door to our house. I looked back at Mikey, pinching his cheeks. "It's okay, she's seen worse."

He gasped, turning crimson once again. "Fuck you."

"Well you see, you're not the right size and I perfe-"

"WYATT GET IN HERE!" I looked over at my mother standing with her hands on her hips.

"I'll see you guys later!"

"Sure thing!"

I ran up the stairs to where my mother stood. She shook her head and closed the door behind us. "I need to talk to you."

"What about?"

She hesitated. "Ma?"

"We're going to the vacation your father-"

"Lucas."

"Planned. It'll be just be us three this time. He even stretched and decided to let the Way brothers come. He's really trying here."

"More like Donald told him other wise." She didn't say anything, she only sighed. "Ma, C'mon, you know how Donald is. He probably talked Lucas into just taking us and his boys because he believes that our problems will be fixed over a short period of time."

"I know, I know but-"

The doorbell rang, I walked over to it and opened it. My breath hitched when the new neighbor stood on the other side.

"Uh, h-hi," I said, "Can I help you?"

"Um yea," he rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at his feet, "do you happen to have a hammer and a screw driver? I asked the lady next door but she didn't have anything."

I nodded, opening the door a bit further for him to walk in. "It's in the garage, you can wait here or you can follow me."

He nodded and shook my mothers hand when he noticed her there. "Hi, I'm Frank."

"Hi, I'm Grace. You're new in the neighborhood?"

Obviously, mother. I rolled my eyes and walked towards our garage, hearing them faintly talk in the living room. I walked and searched until I found our tool box. I grabbed the whole heavy box and carried it towards the living room.

"-yea but I'm sure I'll go to the same school."

"That's great! I'll tell Donna to tell her boys about it. Wyatt can pick you up and show you to school and such."

"Thanks, that'll be helpful." He said smiling at my mother. He looked at me, scurrying to help me with the heavy tool box.

"I didn't know if you needed anything else, but you can take the box until you're done settling in." I said stopping myself from drooling.

"Thanks, I'll make sure that everything in here comes back how it is." He said, he turned to my mother and gave her another smile, " I'll ask my mom if she'd like to come over for dinner."

I went to open the door for him, watching as his tinned arms moved. "It was nice meeting you, Grace. And thank you for the tools, Wyatt. I'll see you guys later."

He walked away from our house, and I couldn't help but look after him. "Wyatt, back to our conversation, we're going and it's final."

I stared at Frank's figure so much, that I didn't even hear myself agree with my mothers orders.

God damn his ass is cute.

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