Rivals (Sequel To Pitcher)

Moments Like This

I nearly jumped out of my own skin, familiar faces whom I hadn't seen in ages. All of the memories from LSU filled with laughter and joy flooded back to me. There they stood my old teammates, remnants of the past. 

I squealed with joy as each and every one of them bombarded me with hugs. It's funny since I hadn't realized just how much I had missed them. But I know for a fact that I definitely had seen as tears had begun to faintly roll down my cheeks causing my heart to warm. I had so much to tell them to ask. There were the things I had to check on about back home along with the things I most likely should tell them about Aaron but don't really want to. But before I could even open my mouth and say a word they were throwing me questions non-stop. 

"What's it like up here?" "Is it really that cold?" "Are these guys nice to you?" "Is the food good up here too?" "Did you miss us?" "Do you have a boyfriend yet?" "How many fights have you gotten into?" "Did you think you were gonna win?" "How different is it up here from Louisiana?" "Is the world series really that different than Omaha?" 

I just chuckled and calmly answered questions trying to be patient which every single one of them, after all, they were my boys. What was I supposed to do? Forget about them?

It's just kind of boring up here. Yes, it is freezing up here and I can't wait to go home. Of course these guys are nice to me, otherwise, I wouldn't win them a world series. The food's decent up here but nothing like Cajun. I told them how I missed them more than anything which was partially true seeing as while I did miss them, the one person I missed most in the world had been Aaron for a time. I glanced briefly at Aaron at the notion of a boyfriend but then proceeded to look down at the ground, blushing red. I told them I had fought so much I had lost count which was entirely true by all means. I never really knew if I was going to win or lose and at this point, I didn't particularly care. All I wanted to do was to go home. It is very different here from back home I miss the wildness of back home and all I want is to be with my people again.  I smiled at the thought of Omaha home of the college world series, at that point of my life I knew nothing and still know nothing to this day. 

Once I had greeted each of them individually, hugging them while maintaining a bright smile we all finally sat down to eat. Looking around I realized just how pleased I was that I could remember each and every one of them, their names familiar on my tongue. Kramer, Cole, Jake, and so on and so forth. I looked around the room at the many bright faces that contained so many good memories. It could take me back to when times were simple and when I no longer needed to worry about Austin or Aaron or money or wins. Back then none of it really mattered. We all just played baseball for the fun. 

Later that night once we had all long since finished our meals, we all lay strewn around my living room. I lay on the couch, my head resting calmly on Aaron's lap as he gently ran a finger through my hair. I couldn't stop smiling at him as my hand clutched the necklace that he had gotten me for my birthday which hung around my neck. He just smiled back at me, his blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight. 

I couldn't help but wish that we could forever savor that moment.