The Sandlot · Y/n story by @Genyas

The late July sun beat down on the gravel road, the heat rippling off the dirt in lazy waves. Dust clung to the air, kicked up by the scuffle of sneakers and the thud of a well-worn baseball against leather gloves.

Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez

Run, Benny! Run!

Kenny DeNunez

Hurry, Benny! Turns to the outfield—quick! Someone get the ball! Now!

The ball soared high, arcing against the blue sky, spinning end over end. It was heading your way.

Timmy Timmons

Quickly now, Smalls!

Tommy Timmons

Quickly now, Smalls!

Scott "Scotty" Smalls

I've got it, guys!

Smalls sprinted, all arms and legs, but the ball had other plans. It cleared the fence and landed with a soft thud in the dirt—right at your feet.

Micheal "Squints" Palledorous

Whoa. Who's that? squints, pushing his glasses up his nose

Hamilton "Ham" Porter

crosses his arms, grinning Some kid who's walkin' their dog. tilts his head Looks like they're new.

Kenny DeNunez

walks toward the fence, glove in hand They new around here?

Timmy Timmons

follows, nudging his brother Must be. Might've moved into Mr. and Mrs. Calmun's house.

Tommy Timmons

nods along Must be. Might've moved into Mr. and Mrs. Calmun's house.

Scott "Scotty" Smalls

rubs the back of his neck, voice a little nervous Uhm... could I have the ball?