“Fun,” Summer responded, “is not something that should be associated
with sports, especially baseball.”
“I don’t understand any of it, but I’m sure it will be good.”
“At least one of you has a positive attitude.” June drove away from
Arabella’s house, heading towards the stadium.
It was a Sunday afternoon and Arabella had been secretly counting down
the minutes until her first real date with June. When she’d asked her Friday
afternoon, slipping into her office to speak with her privately, if she’d like
to go to the game with her because her parents couldn’t use their tickets
since they’d both come down with summer colds and were feeling yucky,
Arabella thought it would be just the two of them.
She didn’t like sports and she didn’t know a thing about baseball, but it
had been days since they’d made it clear to each other that they were more
than interested, and she wanted to spend time with June no matter what that
entailed.
June hit a light and turned around. She was rocking a set of skinny jeans,
a jersey in her size, and had her hair up in a messy bun, a big white
headband keeping the strands from falling in her face. She looked casual
and adorable. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that the tickets were actually my
parents’ and mine. I don’t even like baseball either, really. I mean, it’s fine
as far as sports go, but it’s something we do together as a family. My mom
feels the same way, but my dad is basically a fanatic. It’s the one thing he
splurges on every year for us to do all together.”
“That’s pretty cool.”
“It’s not cool that she artfully arranged for us to have to spend the whole
afternoon together without hating on each other,” Summer groused.
Arabella could feel her lips quivering. She wasn’t going to laugh, she
promised herself. Nope, she wasn’t even going to crack a smile.
June made her way to the stadium. She made sure they were early, but
finding parking was still crazy. They ended up going down a side street