519 First A’s Game 3 (1/2)

\”He's so awkward.\” Kyle snorted as we watch him leave.

\”He really is Jake's brother after all.\” Dave laughed.

\”Boys, give him a break.\” Mrs. Atkins sighed. \”He just doesn't know what to do or say. I'm sure he's trying. You should be nicer considering what he's done for us today.\”

\”I think they're fine.\” Noah said. \”They're only speaking the truth.\” He nudged me. \”I do see some similarities between the two of you. I wonder if it's the way you genetically are or if your mother had the same effect on the both of you.\” He said thoughtfully.

Everyone seemed to quiet down at the mention of my birth mom.

Noah looked apologetic.

I shrugged. \”Who knows.\” I looked around. \”Are we going to stay here a little longer?\” It felt weird being the only ones not yelling for an autograph from the players.

\”There are only Astro's nearby.\” Noah rolled his eyes. \”Let's go see where our seats are.\” He looked at his Dad. \”Can we go up?\”

Mr. Atkins furrowed his brows. \”Well...\”

\”I'll go with them.\” Zeke volunteered. \”You and Mom can stay with the twins and make sure they don't go running out onto the field.\”

\”Hey!\”

\”We know better than to do that!\”

\”Alright. Make sure they don't go to the bathrooms alone.\” Mrs. Atkins advised. \”Stay in groups. Be wary.\” She looked at Noah. \”You better listen to Zeke, young man.\”

\”Yea, I will, Mom.\” Noah headed back the way we came, tickets in hand. He waved for me to follow him. \”C'mon Jake. I want to show you the team store before we go to our seats.\”

I hurried to catch up.

Zeke stayed a stride behind as Noah took me around the team store on the first level. It was filled to the brim with A's gear...which made sense considering it was an A's game. I was shocked though with how many items they could put their logo on. It was more than just shirts, jerseys, sweatshirts, and baseball gear. There was pajamas, dresses, cups, and plates. Flags, pens, a flower pot, and pet collars. The list was endless. I was amazed as Noah showed me even more absurd items.

After successfully looking at every available item, we decided to go find our seats. The stadium was filling up and becoming more crowded. Zeke took charge, leading the way. He glanced back occasionally to make sure we were still following him.

We went up to the second level, had our tickets checked and then the man in uniform gave us directions. Zeke led us along, passing food stands that made my mouth water.

\”Man, I'm getting hungry.\” Noah groaned. \”Zeke, did Mom and Dad give you any money for hot dogs?\”

Zeke glanced back at the two of us and saw that we both were holding our stomachs pathetically. \”Let's find our seats first and then I'll go get some hot dogs.\”

I nodded in agreement.

Zeke found our section, and paused.

We stepped up next to him. And, just, wow. What a view. Our section may have been on the second level, but it was right behind home plate. We had an outstanding view of the whole field. The biggest baseball field I've ever seen. It was hard to take it all in when we were on the actual field since there were so many of us crowded in a small space. But now...I could only let my jaw drop and be overwhelmed.

\”Hello. Are you lost?\” Another person in a uniform approached us. He was older, wearing a bright pink polo. He held out his hand. \”Tickets?\”