• Charlie’s baseball game: They had two outs, and it was the bottom of the 6th. bases were loaded. Pressure. So much pressure. My sister, Katherine, grabbed my hand. Charlie was up to bat. I could tell he was nervous. He walked to the plate, and looked at me. Katherine looked at me, too, wondering why in the world was he stalling. He took off his helmet and dropped his bat and looked at me again. The next thing I knew I yanked my hand away from my sister, I was running. Running fast around the fence. I heard her scream behind me, and then chase me. I reached the gate, and it was locked. I knew I cursed under my breath. But, I jumped over it anyway. No one even tried to stop me, but Katherine wanted a picture of what was going to happen next. I didn’t blame her. I didn’t blame the people for not stopping me. I was not a person to be stopped right then. I was on a mission. I ran through the dirt, Katherine still chasing me getting her phone out, until I finally reached him. He looked at me, and I looked at him. It was completely silent for a couple of minutes except for the rustle of trees and birds in the air. Silent. Me. Him. All I could think about. The game. I finally remembered what I was doing. I looked up at him, covered in sweat, shaking in fear about the game. I placed my hands on his shoulders and said "You can do this Charlie. I know you can. I believe in you." He leaned down suddenly and kissed me, Katherine got a picture. I didn’t pull away. I kissed him back. All I could think about now was him. Me. The game. Pressure. It was all on him. But all I could think about then was what he was doing. Kissing. Me. It was magic. It took us about two minutes until we stopped the kissing. I looked up at him one more time, and ran off the field holding Katherine’s hand. The wind blew all the facts at me. It is all on the one I love. It is his fault if they lose. Pressure. So much pressure. I was so nervous for him, I couldn’t sit down when I was at the stands. I stood up. I was shaking with fear as much as he was. I then looked at the pitcher. He was fierce. He could throw. Almost nobody could hit off him. I was worried sick. Charlie picked up his bat, and put his helmet back on, and stepped up to the plate. People were cheering him on. I couldn’t speak. I was so nervous my voice would shake. He looked back at me one more time. Then he turned his face back to the pitchers mound. The pitcher was angry. It was silent. The pitcher slammed the ball out of his hand. Charlie swung. The ball went no where except in the catcher glove. "Strike!" the umpire called in his deep voice. Charlie looked at me. I could see the fear in his deep brown eyes. He could see mine too. He quickly turned his head back to the pitcher in fear. The ball was thrown. I was ready for the umpire to call "Strike!" into the air followed by lots of moans. But all I heard was a bat being dropped on the ground, and galloping of racing feet. He had done it. He did it! My Charlie. Two of the players came into home. Add two more runs to the score board. But then I heard screaming, I looked out to centerfield. The ball was no where to be seen. It was over the fence. Gone. He hit a grand slam. Katherine and I started jumping up and down in happiness. Charlie ran the bases. Smiling. When he stomped on home, he ran past his teammates, past his coaches. He ran to me. His coaches and teammates called after him, but he didn’t stop. Charlie grabbed me, and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me. Longer and harder than before. I kissed him back. Everyone started clapping. Katherine whispered “Aw… Sweet love you two,”. I felt something drop on my face. It was rain. Raining. Perfect. But we didn’t care. We fell to the ground. Laughing. Kissing. Crying. Well that was just me. I was crying because I was happy. It felt like the bottoms of the clouds fell out when he kissed me again. We still didn’t care. His dad drove Charlie, Katherine, and me home, I never left his arms. He sat me down on my bed. He laid down, and held me. I laid my head on his chest, and stayed there.