Yeah Yeah The Sandlot Novels & Stories

“She’s even hotter now than she was in high school.” I raised my eyebrows at him, not sure what to say. “I’m surprised you got back here so quickly after the game,” was all I could think of. “Oh, well, I needed to get here before the crowd,” he shrugged. “Brandon, right?” he asked, offering one of his meaty hands in my date’s direction. “The other guys were just telling me about you. You’re Dr. Sanderson’s son?” “I am,” he nodded, shaking Holt’s hand. Holt is about six-two and probably weighs almost three hundred pounds. I knew Brandon could flip him over his shoulder without breaking a sweat if he wanted to.

“No. I don’t need that. So what if you cut Belle off? After Belle, there’ll be other women. “Walter, you’re too messed up to fix. You know that, right? “I’m not going to put up with something that grosses me out anymore. Let this be the end.” I was truly exhausted after saying so much. I used all my strength and shouted toward the door, “Someone get in here! Get him out of here!” The security guards quickly entered and threw him out.

Vivian said exasperatedly. “Can we start over then?” He said rubbing his cheek against hers. “Ewww! Don’t put sand all over me…” Vivian exclaimed. “First answer my question.” “Okay… okay… let us start over but if you put any more mud on me, I will call off the deal.” “This is no fun!” Sandilo said imitating Vivian. This made Vivian giggle and soon they both were rolling in the mud…

CHAD AND SANDINO Chad rushed up to Sandino's home, trying to calm himself down as best he could. He stopped dead in front of the main entrance, seeing that the main door was wide open, awaiting him to enter. He took a deep breath. He swung the screen door to open, knowing that Leslie Lovett wasn't home, having it fly back and hit the house. He found Sandino in the kitchen with a half eaten sandwich in front of him and a can of grape soda in his hand. Sandino stared at his friend, seeing the steam come out of his dark ears.

Sandy laughed. I winced at the name but smiled anyway. "Hi Sandy. I see you called me twice, what did you need?" "Oh I was wanting to know if you could take on some of my overflow, no pun intended." she giggled. I rolled my blue eyes and brushed my blond hair down it was a mess, "Do you have someone in mind? "Yeah Teddy Wilson over on Lot #19. He's a couple of trailers down from you." "Sandy it's seven o-clock and I don't really feel like having someone over..."

He slows a touch, which kind of pisses me off and makes me feel weak, but god, I really need a break. "Favorite movie." "Sandlot." "Favorite song." "Taylor Swift." He gives me a look. I tilt my chin up, daring him to call me out for being a Swiftie. "All of them. Next." He sighs. "Favorite food." "Pizza. Mexican. All of it. Next." He laughs, shaking his head. "You can't like all the food. There has to be something you don't like."

Mom asked while applying her body lotion. "Just here at the village, Mom. I badly needed to have a round of jogging. I'll be back." I did not finish what Mom will about to say, I just went out at my hand and started my jogging. I could not take Horizon off my mind. I stopped as my phone rang. "'sup, man? Where are you?" Yzack asked. "Jogging around the village, man." I clearly heard his laugh on the other line. As I could remember, he was the one who advised me to jog whenever something or someone bothers me.

Hard. "You got guts. Simon must have pissed you real bad. I hate that guy so much, he's an A-class asshole. God, I would have given anything to watch anyone beat that prick." I laughed in the midst of my confusion. This guy is making jokes with me when I don't even know his name. "I still don't know you." He extended his hand and smiled amusingly, as if my very presence entertains him the most. "Noah Langston. Thanks for punching my brother."

He laughs so hard that Sophia and Evelyn exchange confused looks. "And his favorite song is 'Californication,'" Sandro finishes with a laugh. Sophia, unable to contain her curiosity, chimes in, "Wait, how do you know about Kyle's favorite song?" Sandro, still grinning, pulls out his phone and taps a few times. He turns the screen toward them, revealing a picture of a younger Sandro and Kyle at a concert, singing along to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. "Kyle and I were huge fans back in the day. We practically lived for their music," Sandro explains, nostalgia evident in his voice.

So it’s up to me to set the big lug straight. Wiggling out of his grasp, I sighed, shaking my head. “No, it wasn’t Don. Don was…l perfect.” I sighed softly, thinking back to my hot night and sweet morning spent with him. “A+ grade. Five stars. 10 out of 10. You get the picture.” “Gross, I don’t want to hear this shit.” Clay wrinkled his nose, going to my kitchen and digging around, pulling out what I know is my last can of Guaraná Antarctica.