|Through the Eyes of Sal Santorelli
Author: loudinsilence PM
Sarah "Sally" Santorelli, twin sister of Tommy, embarks on her adventures with the sandlot gang in that summer of 1976. Don't know if there will be any pairings yet, but you're welcome to pitch in some ideas! Review, follow, favorite!Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Humor - Chapters: 4 - Words: 7,032 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 12-01-12 - Published: 10-28-12 - id: 8651552
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I lay in my bed, staring at the wall. I had come down with a fever, 100 degrees. I was shocked; I didn't know how I would be able to catch something like this just in one day! Mom had left with Tommy for our movie night, but she told me that I couldn't tag along because I wasn't feeling well. She didn't want me to pass out during the movie.
Then, something knocked on my window. I groaned, and turned to the side facing the window. Wings pressed his face against the window, making me jump.
"Ow!" I yelled, grabbing my head. I shuffled towards the window, and opened it up. "What?"
"Good evening, gorgeous." He teased.
I looked out the window, and Two-Ton held up Timber, who held up DP, who held up Wings to my window. "Can I help you?" I sneered.
Two-Ton started to yell. "Is Tommy here?"
"No. He's at the movies." I tried to shout back, but my head hurt too much.
"Aw, now we have to go there now…" Timber said exhaustedly.
The others groaned, and so did I. "Can I go back to sleep now?"
"No. We need you." Wings said.
"And what makes you think I'll help you?"
"Because, Doll, we said so."
I roll my eyes. "No thanks. Your logic is faulty."
"We promise we'll leave you alone after you do this one, tiny thing for us."
I raise an eyebrow. "Really?"
They nod, still struggling to hold each other up.
"Fine, but stay out there. I'll meet you at the front door." They did as they were told, and ran to the front of the house.
I raced to Tommy's room and found his wardrobe. I rummaged through his clothes until I found a pair sweatpants and a hoodie. I put them on, and then I raced to the bathroom. I glared at my reflection in the mirror, before nodding. "This will have to do…"
I take my time to get downstairs, and open the door groggily. "Out… of… energy."
The boys looked at me impatiently. "You're so slow, Sally."
"Girls tend to take longer than boys do to get ready. You don't need to prove that with science either." Q stated matter-of-factly.
I smirked. "He's right."
I closed the door and locked it, and then we headed to the theater.
We watched behind a bush as Tommy and Mom walked into the theater. We then ran behind another bush.
"Great! Now we have to wait 2 hours to talk to him!" Two-Ton exclaimed.
"Why do we need this kid on our team anyway?" Wings said. I nudged him in the shoulder, which he simply returned with an apologetic glance.
"With him we could have a real team!"
"And maybe win the All City Championship!"
"Who cares about those little… butt-faces anyway?" I say in reply. Everyone stared at me like I was an alien in response, and I didn't blame them. Did I just say butt-faces?
"I care about beating those butt-faces butts!" Two-Ton said in response.
"I took some calculations today," Q added. "At the risk of sounding like a dweeb, if you don't count the pitch he didn't swing at, Tommy's batting average was a thousand."
"You are L 7 weenies."
They laughed, but I had no clue what they were talking about. We hurried over to one of the windows of the theater. They proceeded to lift Two-Ton up.
I watched as he tried to open the window. "Isn't this kind of dangerous?"
No one answered, because they were all focused on getting Two-Ton through the window.
He managed to open it, and started to slide in. Then, it happened. He farts.
I look away in disgust, plugging my nose. I'm not the only one who has that reaction.
"He got me with my mouth open!" DP says. I can't help but laugh, but immediately afterwards they all shush me.
"Oh I knew I shouldn't have had that many cheeseburgers…" Two-Ton said.
He finally makes it in, and then they all turn to me.
"Ladies first." Wok says.
I sigh as they give me a boost up to the window. I slide in easily. Two-Ton and I manage to help all the boys. Now all we need is Wings.
He jumps in, landing on top of me, which makes me push the boys out of the stall. "Ow…" I say, holding my head. Then I look up at Wings, who has his head resting on my chest. I blush for a second, and then push him off.
The stall next to us opens, and we all look up at its past occupant: Officer Chops.
"I should've known." Chops says, closing the door.
"It was only one stall!" Someone exclaimed.
"Yeah." I add.
He looks at me, confused. "And you brought a girl in here?"
"I don't see a girl." Wings says. "Do you see a girl?" He asks me.
I punch him in the arm rather weakly. "Shut up."
"You're not going to rat on us, are you Uncle Pork Chop?" Two-Ton asks.
"We're not here to see the movie." I add. He looks even more confused now. "We just want to see my brother."
He shrugs. "Relax boys… and girl, the big Pork Chop wasn't always a cop. Besides, it's my night off."
We all sigh in relief.
"Just, as long as we don't have a situation here! We're not going to have a situation here, are we?"
We all shake our heads no.
"Are you sure?" Nods are soon followed. "Good. You wait here for my signal."
He distracts the man at the counter as he waves us in one at a time. Well, except for Wings, who just offered help.
I put my hood up so no one would recognize me. We slided in the seats next to Tommy and Mom.
"Hey Tommy, Mrs. Santorelli, how you guys doin'?" DP asks
"What are you guys doing here?" Tommy asks in response.
Two-Ton takes a handful of popcorn, but only to be yelled at by Tommy.
"Tommy, why don't you take your friends outside so you can talk?" Mom says. Oh, I miss her.
"Mom! I'll miss the part where the monster sings and dances! I love this part."
"What do you mean the monster sings and dances?"
"Nothing, I'll just go." He hands the popcorn to Mom. "This is my favorite part." We all get up, and follow him to the back.
"Look fellas, I appreciate you asking me and everything, but the truth is, I have way to much going on in my life right now-"
"Tommy, they wouldn't be here if they didn't need you." I say, taking my hood off. "I mean us."
"Hey Tombo." I smile weakly, coughing a bit.
"Truth is, we're not exactly what one would call… "Good"." DP says.
"I'm sorry guys, I can't."
Two-Ton walks up to him, and looks at him coldly. "Tommy, I'm only going to ask you this once, and I want you to be completely honest with me, okay?"
"Can you spot me 25 cents for some goobers?"
We all sigh. Then, that same guy from behind the counter walks behind us. "My guess is you guys don't have any tickets. What do you got to say for yourselves?"
We all hide behind Tommy. I say nonchalantly. "We're with him."
Then Tommy exclaims. "Kill the monster!"
"Kill the monster?" Then the man in the movie says the same line, leaving us all shocked.
"Seeya wouldn't wanna be ya!" Wings says, racing about the theater. I follow him, because I have no idea what to do.
The man chases us, calling for Officer Pork Chop, but he doesn't respond. As soon as he's away from the door, we all race out of the theater. Before we leave, I give Tommy a nod. I trust him not to tell Mom.
As soon as we reach my house, I cheer. "Finally!"
We walk up to my door, and I open it in no time. I turn around, waving goodbye to the boys. They do the same, except for Wings, who stays there as the boys walk away.
"Well, I want to know."
"What is it?"
"Do you kiss on the first date?"
"This wasn't a date." I sigh, but I still smile.
"I thought it was. Two people. Going to the movies. Can't be anymore not first date-ish." Wings says, leaving against the side of the house.
I laugh. "Alright, fine. But you have to close your eyes."
He stands there, shocked. "Really?"
I nod. "Mhm. Now close 'em!"
He does as he's told, but he holds his breath as he does. I start to lean in, watching him start to pucker up. He's so peeking. I then decide to put my hand to his lips, and push him lightly. He stumbles back.
"Maybe next time. I don't think I'm a first date kisser."
"…Until next time." He says, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Come on, Wings!" The boys shout from the driveway.
He mouths "Bye", and then hurries over to his friends. After I watch them leave, I close the door. I sigh in relief. This will be a summer I'll never forget. No more staying inside.