Jeremy and I spent a couple more minutes alone, with him mostly thinking of what kind of ’first eting’ with our cousins we should have. He was really set on us eting, which made feel anxious, but I understood. These cousins, are like the Atkins. It would be rude of to refuse when Jeremy has made so much effort to get to know the Atkins. It’s only fair to return the favor.
After a bit, we walked back to the crowd behind ho plate. He made sure I was back with the Atkins before heading back to the dugout.
"Hey, you kids ready to go to your seats?" Rose asked, appearing out of nowhere.
"You just missed Jeremy." Noah pointed out. "He just went to the dugout."
Rose gave a tight smile that looked forced. "I’ll see him later. Right now, my job is you guys." She brushed Noah off and started to lead us away from the field.
Noah wiggled his brows at , but I could only shrug. According to Jeremy, things went well.
"I took so pictures of you and Jeremy." Noah showed his phone. "So of them were super awkward, but I got a few where it looked like you guys were having a mont."
"You’re such a creep." Kyle snorted.
Noah shrugged. "Jake doesn’t have too many pictures. It’s good mories to have." He glanced at . "I’ll send them to your phone."
Soon enough, my phone buzzed with a text. Rembering how Noah showed to save pictures from texts, I did so as we were taken to our seats. They were the sa seats from when Jeremy first invited and the Atkins family to a ga.
And just like before, so kind of usher or worker ca down as we started to sit down, asking what we wanted to eat and drink. Noah didn’t need to be asked twice. He ordered hot dogs, cotton candy, peanuts, soda, and then went the extra mile to order for as well. The twins followed suit. Zeke went last, pulling out so money and handing it to the man for a tip.
"You don’t have to tip." Rose said. "An automatic tip will be charged to Jeremy’s account."
"Noah is a lot to handle." Zeke told her. "I feel better doing sothing to take away so of the guilt."
Rose grinned. "You take good care of your brothers." She glanced at , then said her goodbyes before going back up the stairs.
"I think she’s mad at your brother." Noah told , watching her go.
I shrugged. "So?"
"So aren’t you going to help him?"
"How?" I asked.
Noah shrugged. "I don’t know."
"It’s better if you don’t butt in." Kyle leaned over to tell us. "You guys don’t know how relationships work. And what if she isn’t mad? That’ll just make things awkward."
"I don’t think we should take advice from soone who dumps a girl out of the blue." Noah remarked, narrowing his eyes at him.
Kyle looked offended. He tapped Zeke. "Tell them to keep out of it."
Zeke looked at us. "If neither of them asks you, then leave it alone. It’s better not to start any drama. A relationship is between the two."
"Fine." Noah shrugged. "It’s not like it’s a big deal to ."
The food ca and we started to eat our fill. Mom and Dad were working today so we were on our own for lunch. With the short amount of ti we had after the softball ga, all we ate were sandwiches. Hot dogs and all these snacks were a great relief. I finished my soda before the ga even started and asked for a new one when the guy ca around again.
"This is so nice." Noah said as the ga began.
"Yea." Dave said. He nudged Zeke. "You better treat us like this too when you make it to the big leagues."
"Technically we can make it to the pros before him." Kyle pointed out. "If we don’t go to college, and get drafted."
Dave made a face. "We would only have a year to beat him there. I think Zeke would make it to the big leagues even if we had a head start."
"It’s not a race." Zeke spoke up. "You guys do what’s best for you. If you want to go pro right after high school, then go."
Dave rolled his eyes. "Easy for you to say. You were a first round pick. The chances of us being picked in the first round is near impossible."
"Who cares what round it is." Kyle said. "The pay might be less, but most will start in the minors no matter what. I think it’s a plausible idea."
"Are you going rogue?" Dave squinted at him. "We just signed up for so many college camps and visits."
Kyle shrugged. "Have to take a look at all my options. I want to commit to a school this fall. And then if I get picked in the draft, I’ll revisit my options again."
All this talk about the future made depressed. Zeke was leaving after this sumr. The twins were talking about what would happen after next year. What about when Noah and I graduate high school? Where would we go? What should we do?"
"I want to start looking at colleges too!" Noah declared. "I have to get my na out there. I don’t want to be left behind." He glanced at and smiled. "You have such a big head start."
"There’s ti you guys." Zeke told us, calming down the talks about the future. "Look at , I changed my mind just over a month ago. You don’t need to be so stressed."
"But I’m not as good as you." Kyle sighed. "If I want a scholarship lined up, I need to commit early. Or I’ll be stuck at a no na school in the middle of nowhere."
"Talk about it again at the end of sumr." Zeke told him, more stern. "For now, let’s enjoy the ga we get to watch."
With Zeke’s words, our attention turned to the ga. The A’s lost on Wednesday with Jeremy not doing so well, but today was a different story. We got to watch a hit-fest, with both teams just taking in the runs. Jeremy contributed two horuns, and put the A’s on top. We won the ga which made the fireworks that much nicer to watch.
Getting ho late that night didn’t stop Zeke from waking us up early on Sunday morning. We ran, we trained, we ate a big breakfast to celebrate. By now I was completely used to waking early and working out.
Sunday activities included watching the 1pm ga of the A’s and hear complaints from Noah and the twins as they struggled against the other team’s pitcher. They ended up losing. Noah was depressed for a second, but then had the idea we should go play at the park with Julian and Andy. Zeke and the twins agreed to co as well and another ga of ’over the line’ started once more. It was competitive, but it was fun. I didn’t feel so embarrassed when I missed a grounder or when I tripped in the outfield. It was just a good ti with a bunch of laughs.
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