"Just follow me . " The boy smiled at me and then led me to the stairs by the front door . As we climbed the stairs, I noticed multiple pictures were hung on the walls . Family pictures apparently . The boy caught me looking and stopped in front of one . "This is a photo of us we took last month, during Christmas . "
They all wore matching Christmas tree sweaters in front of a fireplace . He started to point at each one . "That's obviously me . Mom . Dad . Zeke is the one that isn't smiling right there . Dave and Kyle are the twins . " Zeke and the twins looked very similar to Noah and his mom . Very strong genes . Their dad was tall, with sandy hair, and light colored eyes . "You'll meet them tomorrow when they come back from camp . " He picked up a cookie and started to eat .
I looked at him, raising an eyebrow . I could hear the bitterness in the word camp, loud and clear .
AdvertisementHe sighed at my look . "It was a baseball selection camp for travel ball from the fall and winter season . Unfortunately I wasn't invited because I'm not at their level yet . " He shot a glare at the photo . "Those jerks . " He turned away and started to stomp up the stairs . I followed .
He pointed at closed doors and told me which room was whose . The twins shared the master bedroom with Zeke . His parents room faced the front yard and had a bathroom of their own inside . We had the last room on the right, facing the backyard . The bathroom that belonged to us was the one in the hall, but apparently, sometimes his brothers used it as well .
He opened the door to our room . "Well, this is it . Mi casa es su casa . Yadyada . " He went to the bottom bunk of the bed and continued to eat the cookies . "Top bunk is yours . That dresser on the left is yours . I tried to clear out half the closet but I have too much baseball stuff so there isn't much space . "
Baseball? I thought back to his comment about his brothers who are at camp for travel ball . They must be good . I've heard from a few friends in middle school, that they got to play baseball on city teams when the schools baseball team wasn't in session .
"Do you really need help unpacking or are you just zoning out?" Noah said from his bed .
I dropped my backpack near the two dressers on the left side of the room and started to put away what little I had . All that was left was my baseball glove and the backpack itself .
"Backpack goes on the back of the door . I'm sure you'll have to use it for school on Monday . " Noah seemed to know that I didn't know where to put it .
I close the door slightly to find a backpack already hanging from a hook . I hung mine as well and pulled out the glove .
"Oh! You play!? You should have said something sooner . " Noah set the cookie plate down and opened his closet . It had three-foot shelves that held multiple gloves, old scorecards, and some baseball books . Three aluminum bats caught my eye from the corner of the closet . I flinched and took a step back .
Noah didn't notice as he was busy pulling out a baseball backpack that contained a bat, glove, some balls, and other gear . "Just set it in here and we'll be able to go play later . " I placed my glove in his outstretched hand . "Wow . This is really broken in . You must have had this forever . "
Not really . I grabbed it from the lost and found in seventh grade after I outgrew the kid one I got from a friend . I never had baseball stuff of my own .
Noah sensed something was off about me . He pushed the bag back to the closet and stood up to face me . He patted the top of my head, "Don't worry if you think you aren't good . I'll teach you everything I know . "
I tilted my head .
"Oh? That wasn't it? My bad . " He shrugged with a smile on his face . "No matter . I'm the best around here so you'll have something to learn . "
Chapter end
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