727 V2 ch199 (2/2)

Sitting on the bench with me was Sean so at least I wasn't alone. He was talkative enough for the both of us, getting along with everyone that was close to us. He would pester Andy whenever he sat with us, wanting to know more about Julian going off to college. Apparently Julian was moving into his dorm this weekend.

”What about Zeke?” Sean asked me. ”When does he go?”

I shrugged. ”I don't know.” I knew it was coming up, but I don't think he ever said a specific day and time. I deflated at the thought of him going away. Depressing.

”I hope they both do well!” Sean said to us. ”I hope to start visiting colleges too.” He went on to talk about how he was emailing college coaches, trying to get his name out there. He didn't have much hope for a big division one school, but he was looking for a scholarship to some smaller school.

After the game, the twins came to the dugout, both sweating like they had pitched a game.

I blinked. ”What did you guys do..?”

”We worked out of course.” Dave grinned, wiping the sweat coming down his cheek. ”Did some handstands like that guy from Stanford. Shawn.”

”I wonder how he's doing.” Kyle hummed.

The two talked about that old Stanford visit from a few months ago while we walked to the car. We loaded up our bags and waited a bit for Noah. We talked about the game to pass the time.

”There's no standout players in the incoming freshmen class.” Dave noted, leaning against the back of the car.

Kyle nodded. ”At least no one among the pitchers. Even the sophomore class looks kind of weak.”

Dave looked to me, sympathetic. ”It's going to be tough after we graduate.”

I held back a sigh. It seemed like everyone was talking about the future. But what about the now? ”We have you guys and Garret for the spring. Then Bryce and Brian will be seniors next year.”

”But what about your senior year?” Dave asked.

I shrugged. ”That's too far away. A lot can happen between now and then.”

”I think Noah could try to pitch. He's got a strong arm.” Kyle said.

”Nah. He doesn't have that kind of stuff that makes a pitcher.” Dave waved his hand around, shaking off Kyle's suggestion.

”What stuff makes up a pitcher?” I asked.

”If you know, you know.” Kyle shrugged.

I squinted at them.

Dave nodded, still in thought.

I rolled my eyes and wondered how Noah grew up with the twins. He probably suffered a lot.