Okay. Remember how Ty is a major MLB fan? Duh, he's a pitcher—of course he is. The guy lives and breathes baseball. No, I mean—notice how he's also a huge fan of all these major league teams? Dodgers, Phillies, Yankees—you name it.

But, there's this.. one team.. and for some reason, he despises them with a passion. I swear—it's like he came out of the womb hating them. But I guess it runs in his blood. His old man, Greg? Yeah, he hates them too.

...

Oh shoot I just realized—yeah I.. I know why.

Ok I got to give you guys more context. Mr. Cavill—bless him—has always dreamt of playing for them, but failed miserably—so..

Well, my dad and I? Every time they throw their hatred on them like maniacs—of course with several weird looks from other spectators—we usually just shrug it off. Sure, I've become a baseball 'fan' since I was a kid because of those guys—but let's just say my dad and I aren't fanatics. We just go with the flow.. predicting who'll win—our favorite thing to do, and.. heh—whoever we choose usually wins. Ask anyone. Popular boy magnet? Bruce Willis? Baseball team winnings? Yeah, I know.

We're just lucky bastards.

And now.. we're in this baseball season, which—you know the drill. You know how I'm surrounded by these baseball junkies, right? So.. here I am, outside the biggest stadium of the town with the whole River High baseball gang—plus their plus ones—stuck in the middle of their heated arguments about which team is gonna come out on top. And if you're asking..

Yes, this is the World Series.

The MLB World Series is bustling with energy. Excited chatter fills the air as fans from all teams gather, adorned in their team colors and jerseys. Street vendors line the sidewalks, selling an array of baseball-themed merchandise—from hats and jerseys to foam fingers and pennants. The scent of freshly grilled hot dogs and popcorn wafts through the air, tempting hungry fans as they make their way to the stadium gates—including you.

Holding a pair of hotdogs, you struggle in receiving a sweet jumbo popcorn—when suddenly, like a force from God, a pair of helping hands swiftly catches them—also taking a box of hotdogs from your other hand, lightening your load. Turning to see who the savior is.. you're met with the sight of a blonde boy.

With a confident grin, Dominic's handsomeness shines through as he dons a blue and white bomber jacket that perfectly complements his sun-kissed blonde hair—bouncing perfectly under his white NY cap. His piercing blue eyes twinkle with mischief as he effortlessly juggles the hotdogs and popcorn, and you never see anything so. hot. before. Giving him a grateful nod, you watch him as he gives you a playful wink. And if it doesn't fly you to the moon..

"This is your other favorite, right?" he teases, nodding towards the jumbo popcorn resting on his right arm.

Oh heck, any sugary sweets are my favorite—like you~ Guilty as charged—

Oh.. right! How did he know—

"Huh? How do you—" you stammer, squinting your eyes at him although you can't hide the amusement on your face. Instead of answering, he continues striding ahead towards the group that's been gathering under the huge Dodgers Stadium entrance—a smirk painted on his face. Curious, you decide to challenge him further, making a sudden pop quiz, "What's my number 1 favorite then?"

Raising an eyebrow—also—with a creased forehead, expressing a mix of amusement and faux offense, Dominic turns to you and scoffs, "What are you taking me for, Emilia? Sugarcane of course." Hearing his declaration of love, you feel sudden warmth invade your cheeks as you hide your sheepish smile behind your deceiving pout—until you hear an irritated voice.

"Come on guys, the game's about to begin for fucks sake! Need to decide the verdict. Now. Who's gonna go with the Dodgers, who's gonna support.." Wyatt shouts impatiently to the whole gang, but for some reason, when it comes to mentioning the other team, it feels really.. difficult.

Probably because he knows his bro's history with this team—or maybe because of the fact that he knows that this team's performance has been really good these past seasons. He reluctantly glances at Tyler with an indescribable guilt before finally averting his eyes to the others, finally enunciating the other team.. out loud—

"Sox.."

Even hearing the name makes Cavill cringe. Beside him, Luke hovers over them with folded arms, silently judging the whole scene with a raised eyebrow. Built Brad strides in with his girlfriend—Tara—both holding a large amount of merch in each bag. Wyatt and Eve stand beside them, both in matching red and white Yankees jerseys. Meanwhile, Scott leans casually against a nearby pillar, observing the commotion with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"You know where I stand, Wyatt. Not even the greatest achievement could change my mind."

Rocking his black Dodgers bomber jacket, Tyler declares firmly, his head held high as he protects his pride while embracing his girlfriend. Taylor's face is smug and gleeful—not sure whether because she's finally included in this circle of baseball guys, or because she's still having the vibe of.. you know, being Tyler Cavill's girlfriend. Even after all those.. weird shits that happened.

Too accustomed to this scene, you casually stand beside Dom, smirking slightly while shaking your head to the chaotic scene—but of course, stealing glances to the boy on your left once in a while.. him smirking back at you everytime he catches your glances.. you smiling sheepishly as you avert your eyes away.. no big deal~ just those kinda things~

"No offense Cavill, but I think I'm gonna go with the Sox for this one," says Luke calmly as he casually backwalks towards the left side of the entrance, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jogger pants. Cavill wearily rolls his eyes, disappointed but not surprised—but then the other guys start bustling around, jogging and giggling as they rush to get behind Luke as if seeking for protection. And this includes Wyatt and Eve too, who join in with mischievous joy on their faces as they sprint to the furthest back of the line. All are showing their support—not the noble kind though.

Cavill watches their friends betray him with a disgusted look on his face and go off as he shouts—remembering their bet just before they got here, "Oh you'll all dance the weeaboo dance for sure!"

The friends laugh in unison—but Scott realizes.. there's one player among them who still stands in the middle, not showing which team he supports. In amusement, he chuckles when he notices how the guy's just busy watching you laugh.

"Hey Dom, pick a side! I know how enchanted you are with her, but won't you stop showing how lovey dovey you are?! Don't make us singles jealous bro, I wanna be with Emily, too!" Scott shouts teasingly, prompting cheers from everyone. You just roll your eyes at Scott's usual teasing. Inhaling and exhaling in irritation, Tyler crosses his arms—waiting, curious about this one's support.

"You know who I'm gonna pick—but I'll just follow the lady," Dominic announces while giving you a sweet smile. Noticing his mischief as he bounces his eyebrows, you giggle, shaking your head in amusement.

"Oh damnnnn, he's down for good, huh?!" Scott yells. The others enthusiastically support Scott's loud joke—but then an irritated voice cuts through the fun atmosphere, making all of them turn to him.

"Hurry Winters, take a pick. Whose side are you on."

Cavill's demand for an answer tinged with impatience and authority, casting a tense atmosphere. His tone prompts Hunt to shoot him a glare before turning his gaze to you with a more serious expression. Oh to be under this immense pressure—to have two guys' eyes piercing you like this. You know this isn't just about the team. You know how personal this is.

Usually I just tag along with Tyler and support whoever he's rooting. But now—you know, we kiiinda had a fight, again, remember? I know. Our relationship is so exhausting—bro, imagine being with him all your life! Having to put up with him day in and day out?! An Aries man? With a Gemini rising and moon in Leo?! Stressed out is an understatement—ew. I must've have mental made of steel. Geez, you know what's funny? He? Wanted to be the Man of Steel? Duh, I guess I am the one growing into one.

All eyes on you.. but deep down, you already know which one is your pick. Having that much of an intuition on who's going to win is all part of the fun~ So you return Tyler's intense glare, then finally open your mouth. "Well, since I'm date of the day.." You watch as Tyler's face contorts furiously as if he already anticipates your pick—when you finally turn to Dominic, circling your hands on his arms, saying,

"Sox it is."

Amidst the cheers, only Liam senses the discomfort. Concerned by your decision, he checks on Tyler.. to find him already absent. There only stands Hill, with a face a mix of annoyance and fury. 'Oh fuck,' he thought to himself, quickly shifting his eyes to you—to find him already pulling you away from Hunt's clutches.

When he made sure you're both pretty much far enough from the group, he released you and hushed, "Em what the fuck?! You're supposed to back me up when everybody else doesn't!"

"Ok listen—I know, I'm sorry—but I'm on a date, Cavill. A real date? For God's sake—a normal one at that, can you also support me on this?!"

"Let me recall our agreement. I agreed on this date because it's with everybody else. I agreed on this date—not for you to support his team, Emilia!"

Dang, why does everybody love using my full first name these days? He agreed on my date with Dominic? Well, yeah something definitely happened but I don't know what—whatever, all that matters is now I'm here, having a date with the most gorgeous boy in school. Flex.

"God! Sure, dad. Should I listen to everything you say now?" Cavill rolls his eyes as you continue your rant, "What do you expect?! I still follow you even when my date's pick is the other team? There's date ethic, you know. Besides, I don't want to do a weeaboo dance!"

Giving you a disgusted look, he points at you as he roars, "Traitor! Just you see. You owe me a dozen burgers, Winters!"

"Uhuh. Great. Now you want to mention WEBBS—remembering you're the one who ends the sacred tradition."

"Hey! I never said we won't get any WEBBS anymore?"

"Of course, Your Majesty. Whatever and whenever you say."

You quip before leaving him in a state of bewilderment, his hands thrown up in frustration. When Tyler returns, Taylor attempts to console him, saying, "It's ok, baby! There's still me~"

"Worst day of my life."

Cavill mutters before walking ahead towards the entrance, leaving Taylor's face contorts in frustration.

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