Max’s room 8:30pm

I’m laying in my bed, my hands sweating with nerves.

Ya see i just asked carter if i could come watch him at practice tomorrow and the only thing he’s done in response is look at me, shocked.

It’s just been so long since I’ve seen anyone play baseball.

I played baseball in middle school. Pitcher. Carter is actually the one who taught me. Anyway, after my accident, I didn’t want to talk about or watch anyone play baseball. It was too teasing, seeing other people play knowing that I couldn’t join.

It still hurts, watching from the sidelines but it hurt even more pretending that baseball didn’t exist at all. I love baseball and i wanna get back into it even though i cant play anymore.

I will myself to look over at carter. And I’m met with his smile. He’s happy I’m getting back into it too. I can tell.

I beam at his next words.

“Of course you can come watch. I’d love it if you did.”

“Ok then. I’ll meet you at the field. 3:45 ok?”

“Yep. G’night. See you tomorrow.”

I roll over and yawn before i even get a chance to respond.

“Mm. Night, see ya in the morning.” I say as i close my eyes. Before i know it, I’m out cold.

To be continued