sandlot imagines.

benny. {part one.}

{request!}
y/n was lying on the couch when she first met him.
when the loud knock erupted through the house,
y/n sat up and realized nobody else was home but her.
she trailed to the door and opened it,
only to be left stunned.
the boy was taller than her in height,
making him intimidating,
but his smile was sweet and soft.
"hey, is uh, smalls home?"
"smalls? like, scotty?"
"oh, yeah. scotty."
"he's not."
"oh, okay. well, when he is, tell him benny said to meet him at the sandlot."
"alright, benny. you got it."
the boy flashed her another smile that sent her heart stuttering.
"thank you."
y/n waved goodbye then closed the door,
leaving her with her racing heart.

"hey, squirt,"
y/n teased as she ruffled her hands through scotty's hair.
"what?"
he flattened his hair with a look of ire.
"your friend, benny, stopped by bout an hour ago. said to meet him at the lot."
"sandlot."
"right. sandlot."
scotty rushed past her to find his glove,
and was soon out of the house and on his way to the sandlot.
when he arrived,
benny stopped himself mid-pitch to greet him.
"hey, smalls."
"hey, benny."
"so, uh, your sister? you didn't tell me she was-"
"oh god, benny, no! you can't like her!"
"relax!"
benny chuckled and laid a hand to scotty's shoulder.
"i don't like her. she's just...cute."
"ah man, this conversation is making me nauseous."
scotty groaned and shook his head in disbelief.
his only friend was making a move on his older sister.
a genuine recipe for disaster.
"you wouldn't like her. she's-she's a brat."
"yeah?"
benny grinned and shook his head with a laugh.
"alright. come on, smalls. let's play some ball."
benny kept his thoughts full of the girl while he played.
he remembered the sweet smell of her perfume,
the adoring smile against her lips,
her flawless skin.
though because of the distraction that was y/n,
he played worse than ever before.
all the boys groaned and yelled at him,
but all he could hear was the melodic voice of y/n.

as the game drew to an end,
benny remained the only one in the lot for the night.
he was stuck between letting his mind play out scenarios involving y/n,
or practicing the game he loved.
between the debating,
he grew oblivious the girl practically floating into the sandlot.
"hey, benny?"
he turned to meet her gentle features and let the wave of ease fall over him.
"hey, y/n."
"is scotty here? he hasn't come home yet."
benny looked around then turned back to her with the shake of his head,
"no, he left earlier."
y/n nodded her head then began to wring her fingers as though she were nervous.
benny smiled at the sight.
"do you want my help finding him?"
"hm? oh, no. don't worry. he's old enough to find his way home."
the silence enveloped them,
leaving benny to stare and admire the girl before him.
the moonlight beamed off of her skin,
and heightened all her best features.
her eyes were deep pools of warmth,
and a sight benny loved.
"do you play?"
benny asked,
breaking the silence and holding his bat out for her.
she laughed and shrugged.
"no, not really."
"come here. i'll show you."
y/n carefully walked to where he stood and took the bat in her hands.
benny positioned himself behind her to guide her hands,
and tried to fight the nerves that ran rampant inside of him.
"alright. put your left hand here."
he shifted her left hand with his and noticed the softness to her skin.
he sank his teeth into his bottom lip in hopes of distracting himself.
"and your right hand...here."
"okay, okay. i've got it."
"now, put your feet like this."
y/n allowed him to show her the correct positioning,
and felt the heat corrupt her body.
she was blushing furiously with a giddy smile.
"now when you swing..."
he brought their connected hands back and showed y/n just how easy it is to swing,
though it was only a desperate attempt to keep himself planted in her embrace.
y/n then turned to look up at him,
meeting him with a wide smile to mirror his.
and before she could process the thoughts in her mind,
she leaned forward and let her lips connect with his.
benny was surprised at first and felt the bat slip from their hands.
y/n backed up and felt her heart thundering deep inside of her chest.
benny looked at his feet then back up to her,
and fell all over again.
her hair laid perfectly framed around her face,
her nervous stance making his heart swell.
he stepped closer and pulled on her waist,
mumbling a quick "come here"
then connected her lips again.
their kiss was full of ardor,
and fervor pulsed through his veins the longer her perfumed scent remained ingrained into his lungs.
her lips were sweetened with flavored chapstick,
and benny found himself feigning for it.
when she pulled back,
the cold air pricked his skin in replacement of her warmth.
their breathing was heavy,
and their hearts were racing wildly with each second.
benny tucked a streak of her hair behind her ear,
then allowed his fingers to trail down her cheek affectionately.
"we should go out sometime."
y/n nodded in agreement with a sheepish smile.
"yeah, we should."
***
scotty felt his insides turning at the sight.
six months of watching his best friend and his sister continuously love on one another with each chance they got.
it was disgusting,
and scotty didn't think he'd ever get used to it.
"come on, man! get used to it! it's been six months!"
ham chuckled at scotty's grimace towards the two who were wrapped in each other's arms.
"it's....unnatural!"
"..yeah. they are pretty gross."
y/n laid a quick kiss to benny's lips then parted ways with him,
leaving him to return to the group.
"ready to play, loverboy?"
benny rolled his eyes,
but not without a grin,
then nodded.
"yeah. let's go."