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^^i'm going to start reading it now, tell you when i'm done!

 

and yes, I COULD MARISA! SO why i put it in there. :wacky:!!

 

i know him too well. :heart::kiss:!

 

and thanks, annie! :nice:!!

 

STITCHES.

 

CHAPTER 3

After all my tests came back fine, Maria drove me back to her house and I crashed on her couch.

The next morning I woke up to the sound of feet walking down the stairs and down the hall. The entire house was still dark. “Hello.” I said, hoping it wasn’t a robber.

“Oh, you’re up.” Scott said.

When he walked over to the couch I noticed he was dressed in a suit. “Don’t tell me you’re going to work.”

He sat down in the chair next to me and buttoned his cuff. “My boss had a stroke, isn’t that great?”

I squinted at him. “You’re going to need to elaborate.”

“He’s going to be in the hospital for a few weeks, so he wants me to head up the project while he’s away.”

“Oh Scott, that’s great!” I said, sitting up. “Oh my god, OW!”

My right eye started to throb uncontrollably. “I’ll go get you some ice.”

A few minutes later I had a pack on my eye and Scott was about to walk out the door. “Take good care of my wife and son while I’m gone.”

“I think they can live for a day.”

Scott’s big brown eyes looked terribly sad. “The job’s in London, Marisa. I’m going to catch the six o’clock flight now.”

My heart suck. Shit. This meant that I had to take care of my sister. She really didn’t know what to do when her husband was away. That was bad, too, since he was always away. The first time he had to leave after their wedding, she decided to go out and get a car to keep herself busy. This meant I had a lot of distracting to do.

I gave Scott a hug and kiss goodbye and decided to make my sister breakfast. It wasn’t all the time that I had an opportunity like this to take care of her, so, this was my chance to show her that she didn’t always need to take care of me.

But the only thing I knew how to make was pastries. So, I got a mixing bowl out and started some chocolate chip cookies. My sister was worried about her weight all the time but if you put cookies in front of her, she wouldn’t resist them.

A couple minutes later I heard a lighter version of Scott’s feet coming down the stairs. The pounding echoed down the hall, louder and louder until Nick appeared in the doorway in Spiderman pajamas, rubbing his eyes. “Aunt ‘Risa?” he said groggily.

“Hey, buddy!” I said, immediately reminding myself of the previous night.

“Your eye looks funny.” He said, sitting down at the table and resting his head.

I couldn’t say anything back. All I was doing was thinking about what’d just happened that night. Was it all a dream? Couldn’t have been. I had a black eye still. Did I punch myself in the face while sleeping? No, I’m pretty sure I would’ve woken up from that. “Sorry about missing the game last night.” I said, hoping Nick would think I was crazy.

“THAT’S OKAY CAUSE CHASE GOT US TICKETS!” he screamed back.

It wasn’t a dream. Holy shit. I had a date with a man that gave me a black eye. “Aunt ‘Risa?” Nick asked. “What you making?”

I smiled. “Chocolate chip cookies.”

“FOR BREAKFAST?”

I nodded. “We’re going to give them to your mom in bed.”

He stood up and walked over next to me, then wrapped his tiny arms around my waist. “YOU’RE THE BEST AUNT EVER!”

Give a kid a cookie when his parents say you can’t have it and you’re his best friend. Remember that.

Forty-five minutes later the cookies were hot out of the oven, and Nick and I were creeping up to Maria’s room with a fresh plate full for each of us and a glass of milk. I opened her bedroom door slowly to see her sprawled out in bed, sound asleep. Nick and I walked over to the foot of the bed and her eyes started to flutter open. “What is this?” she said, immediately on defense.

I chuckled. “Breakfast in bed!’

“Cookies?”

“AUNT ‘RISA IS THE BEST!”

A few hours later Nick, Maria and I were laying on her king sized bed with a belly full of cookies. It was quite fun, actually. We just sat around, talking about random things that made us all laugh. Then suddenly Nick brought up the thing the two of us were dreading to talk about.

“Wait, I just realized.” he chuckled. “Where’s daddy?”

Maria and I exchanged looks. “Daddy had to go on a business trip.”

“AGAIN?”

“Yeah, again.” Maria said softly. “But you’ll be hanging out with mommy and aunt Marisa! Daddy misses you very much, and as soon as he gets back he’ll go to a Phillies game with you, like he always does.”

Nick still looked disappointed. “Okay.”

When Nick left the room Marisa smiled at me. “You know you’re going to need a lot of cover up for this date tonight.”

I stood up and looked at myself in her mirror. The entire right side of my face was bruised up. “SHIT! I need some serious makeup. Like, now.”

“AUNT ‘RISA YOUR CELLY PHONE IS RINGING!” Nick yelled from his room.

Maria and I looked at each other, then both started to sprint for the stairs. I heard “Baby Got Back” playing from the couch where I left my phone, and dove for it. “Hello?” I said calmly.

“Hi, Marisa? This is Chase. Chase Utley, I don’t know if you remember me.”

I chuckled. “I met you less than twelve hours ago. Do you think I have memory loss.”

“Oh, God, I didn’t imply that at all. Wow. Um, so how about that date if I don’t kill myself before hand?”

“Please don’t.” I blushed. “Where were you thinking?”

He sighed. “Caribou Café around eight?”

“See you then.”

I hung up the phone and immediately sat down, since I felt so lightheaded. “Where are you meeting him?” Maria screamed a few thousand times.

“Caribou Café?”

“Do you know where or what that place is?”

“No!” I snapped.

Maria rolled her eyes. “It’s a French Restaurant. I’ve been there with Scott before on business dinners. It’s super fancy, so no clothes with flour all over them.”

“Well then I’m going to need to borrow something.”

Suddenly Maria grabbed my wrist and dragged me up to her bedroom. I sat down on the bed while she rummaged through her closet. “So we’re going with a sexy dress, right?”

I sighed. “I’ll wear what fits.”

Maria passed by a few more things then held up a silver mini dress. I shook my head.

A few more things, then a golden dress that looked like something our mother would’ve worn. I shook my head.

I tried on a few things I liked, then came down to the only dress Maria had left that was my size. I slipped it on and it fit perfectly. A short black dress with three-quarter length sleeves. “Perfect.” I said quietly.

“Well don’t rip it when you two are in the bedroom. That thing is Vera Wang.”

I slapped her on the arm. This date wasn’t going to end like that. Was it?

 

I know him so well too! :heart::wacky::smug::P:)

 

and I LOVED it!! :D:heart:!!

 

you're such a great writer! :clap:

 

everything totally sounds like chase :wacky::cool:

 

 

and violet i promise i'll read your story the second i have time!! :)

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^^thanks! :heart:!

[Violet]

awh, i really like it!! youre a very talented writer!! :cheesy::nice::heart:!

 

Oh! Why FANK YEW. :wacky:

[coldplay_is_louve.]

no problem! :nice:!

 

i have like, nothing to do tonight so i'll try to get chapter 4 done. :D

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STITCHES.

 

 

CHAPTER 4

 

 

 

Eight o’clock finally rolled around after I paced the floor of Maria’s bathroom for about an hour. After about an hour of Maria becoming a foundation Nazi I decided to run and hide. But I do have to give her credit, the bruise was almost completely invisible.

I grabbed my purse, or Maria’s purse, and told her I was going to leave. “Wait!” she yelled, running out of Nick’s room. “You’re not taking a taxi, are you?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not driving me.”

“No, no, take the BMW.”

“W…what? You love that thing more than your son.”

She walked down the hall and took the keys off the hook, walked back to me and put them in my hand. “You can’t go on a date with Chase fucking Utley and take a taxi. Now just go before I change my mind.”

I smiled brightly and walked towards the door to her garage. Inside, like a new present on Christmas morning was a maroon BMW 15 waiting, just waiting to be driven. The thing was barely driven. Maria just took it out when she needed to impress neighbors. Other than that, she rubbed it with a diaper every night.

When I turned the key the engine purred like a kitten. I reached up for the garage door, ignoring Maria’s worried face as she stood in the doorway out of the corner of my eye.

Traffic was just terrible, as usual for a Saturday night. While sitting in a jam on the bridge I turned Maria’s navigation system and typed in the address to the café. The thing got me there at seven fifty seven. Perfect. When I drove by, I noticed it was an incredibly fancy place, so what I was wearing was perfect and sexy at the same time. God, why the hell did I think that? I’d talked with the guy for a total of thirty seconds.

Much to my luck, there was a spot on the street about ten feet away from the front entrance. I parked carefully and leaned against the passenger door, waiting for him to show up. Not to my surprise he was about five minutes late. He walked down the sidewalk in almost the same thing I’d seen him in the other night, except this time the shirt was dark green. Much to my delight, he walked right past me, just glancing at my legs. I coughed loudly to make him stop in his tracks. He turned on his heel, looking down at my feet, my legs, my waist, my breasts, up to my face. “W, wow.” He chuckled. “Marisa I, I didn’t even recognize you.”

I took a step forward and smiled. “Expecting a woman with a giant black eye?”

My spine tingled as he stared at my lips with this sexy half smile on his face. “You look beautiful.” He took a step forward.

He was so close I could smell his aftershave. We stared at each other for what felt like an hour before I stepped back. “It’s beautiful tonight.” Was all I could think of to say.

He smiled. “Shall we go inside?”

“We shall.”

Chase opened the door and I stepped in. The entire place smelled of vanilla and flowers. Must be where he got the smell.

The busboy seated us in the back corner of the chic, colorful restaurant. I sat down and opened the chic menu. “So,” Chase said, staring straight at me. “tell me a little about yourself.”

“Well what do I do for fun instead of getting hit in the face with baseballs?” I said kind of rudely.

He chuckled, and nodded wryly.

I tried to ease up a little bit. I had to give the guy credit. He was trying hard. “Well,” I began. “I own a bakery.”

“Really?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“What?” I smiled.

He shifted in his seat. “I just didn’t take you as the baker type.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

We both laughed.

“It’s called ‘Rainbows and Sprinkles’ on Chestnut.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of it.”

“Don’t interrupt.”

Chase seemed fascinated with me as I rambled on, in some kind of weird mood about my sister, my brother in law and Natalie. We ordered our food, then about an hour later I got to the night of the Phillies game. He seemed embarrassed.

“Marisa,” he said quietly. “I really am sorry about that. That rarely happens. Usually to people who aren’t-”

“Paying attention?”

He chuckled, and nodded. “Not a baseball fan?”

No. “I am now.” I flirted.

After another hour I’d finished the smallest but one of the greatest meals of my life. Chase was so sweet, unexpectedly. Also, we seemed to get along. But I noticed how I always had my hand around my eye, since I was so embarrassed by the small amount of purple you could still see.

When we were done, Chase kindly paid the check and we got up to leave. I stood up, and felt a little lightheaded from all the red wine. I walked out the door first. When I turned around, Chase was surprisingly close to me. Our lips, in fact, couldn’t have been more than an inch away from each other. Oh, there was that Old Spice smell again. My spine shook and my knees buckled as his bright blue eyes traveled from my lips back up to my eyes. God, he was so gorgeous. God, I was too drunk. I stood there, so close to him, knees shaking for what felt like hours. I didn’t want to step back, and it seemed like he didn’t either. Finally, I pushed my leg reluctantly behind me and stepped back. “Well, that’s my car.” I lied, pointing to Maria’s BMW.

“Doing well for a baker.” He knew it wasn’t mine. “Well, Marisa, tonight was wonderful. It was very sweet of you to do this just for your nephew.”

I smiled. It wasn’t just for my nephew! You’re gorgeous! “Thank you for the dinner.”

Chase’s eyes followed me as I stopped like a five year old who couldn’t go on the big rides back to the car. I slammed the door, turned the kay and pulled out of the space.

I should’ve just kissed him.

 

 

 

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aww i loved it i wanna know what happens next lol ur a gr8 writer xx

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STITCHES.

 

 

CHAPTER 4

 

 

 

Eight o’clock finally rolled around after I paced the floor of Maria’s bathroom for about an hour. After about an hour of Maria becoming a foundation Nazi I decided to run and hide. But I do have to give her credit, the bruise was almost completely invisible.

I grabbed my purse, or Maria’s purse, and told her I was going to leave. “Wait!” she yelled, running out of Nick’s room. “You’re not taking a taxi, are you?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re not driving me.”

“No, no, take the BMW.”

“W…what? You love that thing more than your son.”

She walked down the hall and took the keys off the hook, walked back to me and put them in my hand. “You can’t go on a date with Chase fucking Utley and take a taxi. Now just go before I change my mind.”

I smiled brightly and walked towards the door to her garage. Inside, like a new present on Christmas morning was a maroon BMW 15 waiting, just waiting to be driven. The thing was barely driven. Maria just took it out when she needed to impress neighbors. Other than that, she rubbed it with a diaper every night.

When I turned the key the engine purred like a kitten. I reached up for the garage door, ignoring Maria’s worried face as she stood in the doorway out of the corner of my eye.

Traffic was just terrible, as usual for a Saturday night. While sitting in a jam on the bridge I turned Maria’s navigation system and typed in the address to the café. The thing got me there at seven fifty seven. Perfect. When I drove by, I noticed it was an incredibly fancy place, so what I was wearing was perfect and sexy at the same time. God, why the hell did I think that? I’d talked with the guy for a total of thirty seconds.

Much to my luck, there was a spot on the street about ten feet away from the front entrance. I parked carefully and leaned against the passenger door, waiting for him to show up. Not to my surprise he was about five minutes late. He walked down the sidewalk in almost the same thing I’d seen him in the other night, except this time the shirt was dark green. Much to my delight, he walked right past me, just glancing at my legs. I coughed loudly to make him stop in his tracks. He turned on his heel, looking down at my feet, my legs, my waist, my breasts, up to my face. “W, wow.” He chuckled. “Marisa I, I didn’t even recognize you.”

I took a step forward and smiled. “Expecting a woman with a giant black eye?”

My spine tingled as he stared at my lips with this sexy half smile on his face. “You look beautiful.” He took a step forward.

He was so close I could smell his aftershave. We stared at each other for what felt like an hour before I stepped back. “It’s beautiful tonight.” Was all I could think of to say.

He smiled. “Shall we go inside?”

“We shall.”

Chase opened the door and I stepped in. The entire place smelled of vanilla and flowers. Must be where he got the smell.

The busboy seated us in the back corner of the chic, colorful restaurant. I sat down and opened the chic menu. “So,” Chase said, staring straight at me. “tell me a little about yourself.”

“Well what do I do for fun instead of getting hit in the face with baseballs?” I said kind of rudely.

He chuckled, and nodded wryly.

I tried to ease up a little bit. I had to give the guy credit. He was trying hard. “Well,” I began. “I own a bakery.”

“Really?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“What?” I smiled.

He shifted in his seat. “I just didn’t take you as the baker type.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

We both laughed.

“It’s called ‘Rainbows and Sprinkles’ on Chestnut.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of it.”

“Don’t interrupt.”

Chase seemed fascinated with me as I rambled on, in some kind of weird mood about my sister, my brother in law and Natalie. We ordered our food, then about an hour later I got to the night of the Phillies game. He seemed embarrassed.

“Marisa,” he said quietly. “I really am sorry about that. That rarely happens. Usually to people who aren’t-”

“Paying attention?”

He chuckled, and nodded. “Not a baseball fan?”

No. “I am now.” I flirted.

After another hour I’d finished the smallest but one of the greatest meals of my life. Chase was so sweet, unexpectedly. Also, we seemed to get along. But I noticed how I always had my hand around my eye, since I was so embarrassed by the small amount of purple you could still see.

When we were done, Chase kindly paid the check and we got up to leave. I stood up, and felt a little lightheaded from all the red wine. I walked out the door first. When I turned around, Chase was surprisingly close to me. Our lips, in fact, couldn’t have been more than an inch away from each other. Oh, there was that Old Spice smell again. My spine shook and my knees buckled as his bright blue eyes traveled from my lips back up to my eyes. God, he was so gorgeous. God, I was too drunk. I stood there, so close to him, knees shaking for what felt like hours. I didn’t want to step back, and it seemed like he didn’t either. Finally, I pushed my leg reluctantly behind me and stepped back. “Well, that’s my car.” I lied, pointing to Maria’s BMW.

“Doing well for a baker.” He knew it wasn’t mine. “Well, Marisa, tonight was wonderful. It was very sweet of you to do this just for your nephew.”

I smiled. It wasn’t just for my nephew! You’re gorgeous! “Thank you for the dinner.”

Chase’s eyes followed me as I stopped like a five year old who couldn’t go on the big rides back to the car. I slammed the door, turned the kay and pulled out of the space.

I should’ve just kissed him.

 

 

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i love chase.

and I LOVED IT!! You're such an awesome writer!! :D:heart:!!

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you guys rock. :wacky::heart:!!:P

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i really like this chapter. :D

 

STITCHES.

 

 

CHAPTER 5

 

WARNING: a little sexual content.

 

 

 

“Why didn’t you just kiss him?” Natalie squealed, throwing flour everywhere. “I’m sure the sex would’ve been amazing.”

I stirred the cake batter in front of me rapidly, trying to think of a way to answer that question. When I didn’t come up with anything, I stopped. “Yeah, he was sweet. Yeah, he was funny. Yeah, we got along. I…I’m just not the kind of person who sleeps with a guy on the first date.”

Natalie chuckled, pouring the batter into the pan. “Yeah, I know. You going to see him again?”

“I don’t know.” I sighed, dusting the flakes of icing and sprinkles off my jeans. “I’d love to. But I know he won’t call.”

Natalie shoved the cake into the oven and stretched. “They never call. Well I’m going to get going. You still coming to my art show tonight?”

I nodded and started to decorate a freshly baked chocolate cake in front of me. “I’ll see you at eight.”

The front door slammed shut then there was silence. Orange light from the sun was reflecting off of the business offices next door, bringing a warm, cozy feeling to the bakery every evening. Nothing could be heard. Just the sound of my steps, walking around the cake. Every time I squeezed the bag of icing this burst of a sweet smell lifted into my nostrils like a little party. It gave me more and more energy to go on.

I was about to close up when I heard the front door open. The cake was almost finished, so I was completely annoyed with this customer. “Coming.” I snapped.

When I walked into the front room I saw Chase standing behind the cash register in a black polo, jeans and sneakers, smiling at me. I was completely dumbfounded that I didn’t know what to say. Thankfully, he did.

“Hi.” He said sweetly.

I smiled. “Hi. What are you doing here?”

He paced the floor. “Well one of the players’ birthday is next week, and I was in charge of finding the best cake possible.”

I walked around the counter and leaned up against the glass. Our hips were a few inches away from each others. “That’s sweet.”

“No pun intended.”

We both laughed. Chase looked down at the cakes in the glass, then back up at me and scratched his chin. “So, what kind of cake do you suggest?”

“Depends.” I turned around and faced the sweets. “How big is the party, how fancy is the party, etc.”

Chase’s eyes looked sad, he shrugged. “I really have no idea.”

I chuckled. “Well, what kind of colors and flavors does he like?”

There was silence for a few minutes. Chase looked up and chuckled. “I really have no idea.”

I quickly glanced in the mirror to make sure the bruise on my eye was still covered well. “I can try something with no knowledge. It’ll be risky.”

Chase took a step forward. “I trust you.”

Shit. Is he flirting? God, his eyes made my knees buckle. Maybe I should try it back? “Do you have a game tonight?” You’re pathetic.

He shook his head, half smiled, and took a step closer. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, my friend is having an art showing tonight in Old City and I was wondering if you wanted to come.” He was so close now I had to look up.

“I’d love to. I’m not a very big art person, but, I did really want to see you again.”

“You came to the bakery.”

“I didn’t know if you’d be here.”

“Liar.” I grinned.

Chase chuckled, shook his head, and I took another step closer to him. “You really are a pain in the ass.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t talk sir. I didn’t hit you in the eye with a baseball, did I now?”

“Not yet.”

My ass was literally pressed against the counter now and I could feel Chase’s shirt touching mine. Our mouths were so close I could feel his hot, moist breath on my face. We stood there like that for a few more seconds until I felt his hand on my back, then he pressed his lips against mine. He tasted sweeter than any cake I’d ever baked. I ran my fingers through his smooth brown hair as Chase pushed me up onto the counter. His left hand was now on my breast, his right one making it’s way up my shirt to my bra. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and he moaned with delight. Oh, I didn’t want to leave. Really. But I’d noticed that it was almost time for me to leave. I pulled away from him and smiled. “We have to go.”

Chase frowned. “No we don’t.” He kissed my nose.

I giggled. “Chase, I promised my friend. Really, it’s time to leave.”

“I can’t change?” Chase said as I walked around the counter to turn the “OPEN” sign to “CLOSED”.

“It’s not a fancy thing. It’s in Rittenhouse Park. I just need to change my shirt.”

Chase smiled, then that smile immediately faded when I went into the back, but made sure the door was open a crack. I tore off my shirt with confidence, put on a black blouse, grabbed my keys, then Chase’s hand.

 

 

We got to the park about forty minutes later, the sun was set and the temperature was perfect. I was ten thousand times happier to be here now that I was with Chase, who had his strong arm around my neck as we walked up to the first picture.

“Now how do you know this friend?”

“She works for me. She’s the one of many that I told you about the other night. Natalie.”

“Oh, right right right. The one that likes to sleep with men.”

I slapped his arm and looked at a picture of a toddler running in a park with balloons. “She really loves this stuff.”

“More than cake?”

I slapped him again but laughed. There was something about him, that even though he was being a prick, he still made me smile.

“Marisa!” I heard Natalie scream from somewhere in the crowd of people. A few minutes later she appeared right in front of me, wearing a leopard print dress. “Oh my god I’m so glad to see you!”

I gave her a hug, and her eyes eventually traveled to Chase, who was waiting to be introduced like he wasn’t a major league baseball player. Natalie’s jaw dropped before I could say anything. “Natalie,” I said with a giant lump in my throat. “this is the guy I was telling you about, Chase Utley.”

Natalie picked her jaw up off the floor, then smiled brightly. “Hi.” She said in a tone I’d never heard before. She had a tone that she used with previous boyfriends who she thought were cute, but this tone was so different. “I am such a big fan. Thank you for coming.”

Chase shook her hand politely. “Thank you very much. Your work is beautiful.”

“Oh, wow, I, I thank you. I thank you.” Natalie said, a layer of sweat forming on her forehead. She looked at me and bulged her eyes. I just shrugged, unable to say anything through my utter happiness.

Some people about ten feet away were waving and smiling at Natalie. She smiled at me, then Chase. “I have to go, but I’ll talk to you guys later. You’re going to call me tonight.” She almost squeezed my hand off. “Thanks for coming!”

I grabbed Chase’s hand and we filed through the crowd to the champagne table. “I didn’t know your friend was so…”

“Weird?”

Chase almost spit his drink. “What? No, no. Well. Maybe.”

I chuckled. “Thank you for coming. You really didn’t have to.”

He smiled, then looked me up and down. “Do I get rewarded for my troubles?”

Our noses touched. “Oh, Mr. Baseball wants a double header.”

 

 

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STITCHES.

 

 

CHAPTER 6

 

 

 

Chase played delicately with a strand of her long, golden hair. The room was completely silent. He didn’t even want to breathe, in fear of waking her up. She was so beautiful. So peaceful.

He didn’t sleep with her. He didn’t want to, because he was terrified that like every other relationship he’d been in, sex would ruin it. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She was smart. Instead, he had the most amazing night of his life staying up with her watching classics like ‘Modern Times’ and ‘Titanic’ which he had actually never seen before. Since his life revolved around baseball. He loved making stupid remarks to things that were actually really smart, just to see her laugh. She fell asleep on his arm, making it tingle like crazy, but he didn’t move. That was three hours ago now. Chase looked at the clock for the first time. Six thirty. He needed to leave for his game at one. Luckily, when he looked back, her eyes were open and she was smiling at him. “Hi.” she said softly.

“Hi.”

Marisa leaned over and kissed his lips. “Do you have to leave?”

He nodded, she frowned in response. “Will I see you today?” he asked.

“I don’t have a ticket.” she shrugged.

“Your nephew does.”

She laughed and they both climbed out of bed, and walked down the hall. Everything seemed a little different. Like someone broke into the apartment in the middle of the night, pushed everything an inch to the right and left. Marisa stopped in the kitchen and began making a cup of coffee, while Chase grabbed his baseball bag that he picked up from his place last night before coming here. Say something smart. “It’s a gorgeous day.” Idiot.

Marisa smiled and looked out the window. When she noticed him putting his sneakers on she frowned. “No coffee?”

He shook his head. “I’ll get some there. I really have to go.”

They walked towards each other and she put her index finger in his belt loop, and kissed him passionately. “I guess I’ll see you at one.” She whispered.

She was so beautiful. Chase really didn’t want to leave. “One it is.” He bit his lip hard. Chase reluctantly walked out to the door, hearing some cabinets open and close behind him. He turned around. “You know, I could always get fired.”

Marisa looked up from what she was doing and smiled. She looked at her watch. “I’m sure you can make it six and a half hours.”

Chase frowned. “I really don’t think I can.” He pouted, pulling her waist close to his.

They kissed again. Her skin smelled like strawberries and her mouth was this indescribable taste that he was completely, totally and utterly addicted to. Finally, he got the courage to leave.

 

Chase’s best friend Jayson’s eyes started to water. He’d been laughing hysterically at Chase’s story for the past fifteen minutes now. He couldn’t believe he was dating the girl he hit with a baseball. He was dating her, right?

“Just get it out.” Chase said, buttoning up his jersey.

Jayson was sitting on the ground, holding his heart like he was about to die. “Oh god, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!”

Chase slapped his bare back and tried not to make him see his smile. “Come on man,” he tried not to chuckle. “this is important to me.”

Jayson coughed up his last few chuckles, nodded, and continued getting ready for their game. “Sorry. Sorry.”

“I just really hope she comes today.” Chase says worriedly.

“Come on, man. I’m sure she will. It sounds like she likes you.”

“We had such a great time last night.” He plays around with his cap, remembering her smile.

“I’m sure you did.” Jayson’s eyebrows went up as he finished dressing.

I rolled my eyes. “We didn’t sleep together.”

The two of them went out to the field, where people were starting to file in. They clapped when they entered the field. Jayson grabbed a ball, went back about twenty yards and threw the ball to Chase. “I don’t get it. Why didn’t you sleep with her? She was hot, right?”

Chase rolled his eyes and chucked the ball back, making sure he’d hurt his hand. “I didn’t want to ruin things.”

“Sex doesn’t ruin anything.”

“I’m actually looking for a relationship, Jay.” Chase bent down to pick up the rolling ball and threw it back. “I really like her.”

“Why?”

“Have you ever thought that there was maybe more to life than your life? More to life than just sleeping around?”

Jay paused for a minute, thought about it, and threw the ball back. “Nope.”

Chase dropped the ball and stretched his legs out. “She should be here soon. I got her nephew tickets behind home plate.”

Jayson moaned something Chase couldn’t understand and walked toward a few awfully thin girls, smiling and waving at him. So Chase decided to look for her.

---

Memories of that very awful, very wonderful day flashed through my mind as Nick and I filed down the row to our seats behind home plate. I looked up at where the three of us were sitting and my eye started to ache.

“THESE ARE THE BESTESTEST SEATS EVER AUNT ’RISA!!” Nick screamed with a hot dog halfway down his throat.

I chuckled and looked out onto the field. There he was in all his glory. Number twenty six. He was sitting on the ground with his legs parted, stretching from side to side, looking around the stadium. Our eyes locked, and he started walking towards us. When he got there I was trying my best to act casual, but just looked like an ass instead. Chase smiled, put his elbows on the wall between us and leaned in. “Nice of you to show up.”

“HEY CHASE!” Nick screams before I can say anything.

“Hey, buddy. How’ve you been?”

“GREAT CHASE HOWS MY AUNT IN THE SACK?”

We looked at each other, then back at Nick. “What?” We said in unison.

“My mommy told me to ask you that.” He quieted down. “I don’t know what it means.”

All I could do is burst into laughter, so Chase did the same. Nick just looked as confused as any six year old would.

I leaned in and reached through the mesh to put my hand on Chase’s strong arm. “Have a good game.”

And that he did. In three innings he hit two triples and a home run. Everyone around us was muttering “There’s something different about Chase tonight, and I like it.”. I did too.

 

 

[In a telescope lens]

STITCHES.

 

 

CHAPTER 6

 

 

 

Chase played delicately with a strand of her long, golden hair. The room was completely silent. He didn’t even want to breathe, in fear of waking her up. She was so beautiful. So peaceful.

He didn’t sleep with her. He didn’t want to, because he was terrified that like every other relationship he’d been in, sex would ruin it. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She was smart. Instead, he had the most amazing night of his life staying up with her watching classics like ‘Modern Times’ and ‘Titanic’ which he had actually never seen before. Since his life revolved around baseball. He loved making stupid remarks to things that were actually really smart, just to see her laugh. She fell asleep on his arm, making it tingle like crazy, but he didn’t move. That was three hours ago now. Chase looked at the clock for the first time. Six thirty. He needed to leave for his game at one. Luckily, when he looked back, her eyes were open and she was smiling at him. “Hi.” she said softly.

“Hi.”

Marisa leaned over and kissed his lips. “Do you have to leave?”

He nodded, she frowned in response. “Will I see you today?” he asked.

“I don’t have a ticket.” she shrugged.

“Your nephew does.”

She laughed and they both climbed out of bed, and walked down the hall. Everything seemed a little different. Like someone broke into the apartment in the middle of the night, pushed everything an inch to the right and left. Marisa stopped in the kitchen and began making a cup of coffee, while Chase grabbed his baseball bag that he picked up from his place last night before coming here. Say something smart. “It’s a gorgeous day.” Idiot.

Marisa smiled and looked out the window. When she noticed him putting his sneakers on she frowned. “No coffee?”

He shook his head. “I’ll get some there. I really have to go.”

They walked towards each other and she put her index finger in his belt loop, and kissed him passionately. “I guess I’ll see you at one.” She whispered.

She was so beautiful. Chase really didn’t want to leave. “One it is.” He bit his lip hard. Chase reluctantly walked out to the door, hearing some cabinets open and close behind him. He turned around. “You know, I could always get fired.”

Marisa looked up from what she was doing and smiled. She looked at her watch. “I’m sure you can make it six and a half hours.”

Chase frowned. “I really don’t think I can.” He pouted, pulling her waist close to his.

They kissed again. Her skin smelled like strawberries and her mouth was this indescribable taste that he was completely, totally and utterly addicted to. Finally, he got the courage to leave.

 

Chase’s best friend Jayson’s eyes started to water. He’d been laughing hysterically at Chase’s story for the past fifteen minutes now. He couldn’t believe he was dating the girl he hit with a baseball. He was dating her, right?

“Just get it out.” Chase said, buttoning up his jersey.

Jayson was sitting on the ground, holding his heart like he was about to die. “Oh god, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!”

Chase slapped his bare back and tried not to make him see his smile. “Come on man,” he tried not to chuckle. “this is important to me.”

Jayson coughed up his last few chuckles, nodded, and continued getting ready for their game. “Sorry. Sorry.”

“I just really hope she comes today.” Chase says worriedly.

“Come on, man. I’m sure she will. It sounds like she likes you.”

“We had such a great time last night.” He plays around with his cap, remembering her smile.

“I’m sure you did.” Jayson’s eyebrows went up as he finished dressing.

I rolled my eyes. “We didn’t sleep together.”

The two of them went out to the field, where people were starting to file in. They clapped when they entered the field. Jayson grabbed a ball, went back about twenty yards and threw the ball to Chase. “I don’t get it. Why didn’t you sleep with her? She was hot, right?”

Chase rolled his eyes and chucked the ball back, making sure he’d hurt his hand. “I didn’t want to ruin things.”

“Sex doesn’t ruin anything.”

“I’m actually looking for a relationship, Jay.” Chase bent down to pick up the rolling ball and threw it back. “I really like her.”

“Why?”

“Have you ever thought that there was maybe more to life than your life? More to life than just sleeping around?”

Jay paused for a minute, thought about it, and threw the ball back. “Nope.”

Chase dropped the ball and stretched his legs out. “She should be here soon. I got her nephew tickets behind home plate.”

Jayson moaned something Chase couldn’t understand and walked toward a few awfully thin girls, smiling and waving at him. So Chase decided to look for her.

---

Memories of that very awful, very wonderful day flashed through my mind as Nick and I filed down the row to our seats behind home plate. I looked up at where the three of us were sitting and my eye started to ache.

“THESE ARE THE BESTESTEST SEATS EVER AUNT ’RISA!!” Nick screamed with a hot dog halfway down his throat.

I chuckled and looked out onto the field. There he was in all his glory. Number twenty six. He was sitting on the ground with his legs parted, stretching from side to side, looking around the stadium. Our eyes locked, and he started walking towards us. When he got there I was trying my best to act casual, but just looked like an ass instead. Chase smiled, put his elbows on the wall between us and leaned in. “Nice of you to show up.”

“HEY CHASE!” Nick screams before I can say anything.

“Hey, buddy. How’ve you been?”

“GREAT CHASE HOWS MY AUNT IN THE SACK?”

We looked at each other, then back at Nick. “What?” We said in unison.

“My mommy told me to ask you that.” He quieted down. “I don’t know what it means.”

All I could do is burst into laughter, so Chase did the same. Nick just looked as confused as any six year old would.

I leaned in and reached through the mesh to put my hand on Chase’s strong arm. “Have a good game.”

And that he did. In three innings he hit two triples and a home run. Everyone around us was muttering “There’s something different about Chase tonight, and I like it.”. I did too.

 

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STITCHES.

CHAPTER 7

 

 

 

 

I opened a pint of Ben & Jerry's and curled up next to Chase. A storm was howling outside while we spent our last night together before he had to go to Florida for three days, so we were going to spend it watching The Blob on TCM. His chest was so rock hard, yet so comfortable at the same time, warming my body against his as a symphony of lighting strikes performed a ballad in front of our eyes.

Only ten minutes and a few of Chase's sarcastic jokes into the movie, a news flash busted onto the screen in a hurry. Brian Williams was now sitting in front of us. “Good afternoon, and we apologize for the interruption. But breaking news this Monday night. A Major League Baseball player, Price Flyder, has just been found stabbed to death in his hotel room at the Four Seasons in Center City, Philadelphia.”

My stomach flipped.

“Flyder had just finished a three game series with the Philadelphia Phillies, and was heading home tomorrow. Police think this could've been an act of revenge, since Flyder had accidentally hit one of the Phillies key pitchers, Cole Hamels, in the shoulder today with a baseball, seriously injuring him. The man was spotted only moments after it happened, running from the scene. Unfortunately he is now on the loose in Philadelphia, so we advise you right now to lock all your doors and windows. And if you see anything that looks suspicious please, contact the police immediately. We now return you to your regular programming.”

“My god.” Chase gasped.

I put down the ice cream and looked out the window at the pouring rain, then back at Chase. “Great city, eh?”

Chase smiled slightly. “That's so sad. He was a complete ass, but that's really terrible. I can't believe this.”

My heart warmed a little when Chase's first instinct was to get up and lock all my doors and windows. When he was done his little tirade, he walked back into the living room. “How far away is the Four Seasons?”

“About a block.” I said, fighting the lump in my throat.

Chase looked up at the storm, then back at me, then smiled. “Well, I'm not leaving you alone.”

“Chase, you really don't-”

He curled up next to me and put and stroked my leg gently. “Well, first of all, I didn't want to leave anyways, second of all, maybe I just don't want to go out there with all the serial killers?”

I kissed him on the head, taking in the fruity smell of his shampoo. “Thank you.”

Chase climbed on top of me and rested his head on my chest as we watched the rest of the movie. His remarks were still stupid, but made me laugh so hard I cried. I ran my fingers through his soft hair and realized at that moment, that if it wasn't for him, I'd probably be sitting in the corner of my apartment with a baseball bat in my hand. Oh, and I wouldn't have a bruise on my eye.

That night I didn't sleep. For some reason I don't think Chase was sleeping either, just trying to at the best of his ability. Another reason was that I was holding onto him so tight he probably couldn't breathe. My bare chest was up against his bare chest, his arm around me, stroking my back. I felt so safe. So close to him, but I wanted to be closer.

I could hear his heart beating, my ear up against his warm chest as it rose up and down with each breath. And for some reason, I knew it was the greatest sound of my life. “Please don't hit anyone in Florida.” I whispered.

 

 

The next morning Chase and I went to breakfast, shared a very long, passionate kiss, and just like that he was gone. I was so nervous that I squeezed his hands red. He didn't say anything.

After that I decided to go see an old friend of mine at the police office, to try to get more information about what happened last night. I walked in and saw him eating a donut at the front desk. He looked up at me and smiled. “Who vandalized your bakery now?”

I rolled my eyes, but chuckled. “How've you been, Jim?”

“Good, since I haven't seen you in so long.” he joked like a five year old. “How's your sister? Still got that chip on her shoulder?”

“You slept with her eight years ago and never called.”

He rubbed his stomach and began to read something. “I'm human. So why you here?”

“What happened with that baseball player last night?”

Jim looked up from what he was reading, his face more serious. “Come to my office.”

I followed him through a maze of halls, down to a door at the very end that smelled like coffee. His office.

“Oh, you didn't tell me you were sergeant now.” I faked a sexy voice.

He frowned. “Sumthin's different about you.”

“You have no idea.”

I sat in a worn out brown chair that smelled like baby powder as Jim went through a file cabinet. He glanced at a few, put them back, glanced at some more, put them back, then finally picked out a giant brown folder with 'FLYDER' written on it in Sharpie. I got nauseous. Jim opened it, flipped through some pictures with an awful lot of blood that I refused to look at, then got to the police report. “Ah, Price Flyder. Someone apparently broke into his hotel room, shot him, stabbed him, then left. No reported suspects.” He chomped down into his donut, like that was just a Tuesday.

“Do you see any reason why he would do it?”

“If he's a Phil's fan, I could do it too.”

“Jim.”

Jim rolled his eyes and kept on reading. “Just the thing with the hit.”

I sat up in my chair and eyed his notes. “Any reason why he'd do this to a Phillies player?” I tried to cover my tracks. “Or any other player?”

Jim furrowed his brow, smacked the folder shut, and leaned back in his chair. “What. Is. Up.”

I didn't want to do this, but I guess I gave myself away. “I'm dating a Phillie.”

Jim stood up, his eyes about to pop out of his head and laughed. “You're kidding.”

After I didn't laugh, that's when he went ballistic. “Well who is it?”

“Chase Utley.”

Another twenty minutes of hysterical laughter and surprise. “Wow, who knew. Who knew.”

“Jim.” I said with worry, quieting him down. “I'm worried.”

“How long have you been dating my MVP?”

I rolled my eyes. “About a week now.”

He picked up the folder again, examining it in different angles like it was a vase. “I don't see any reason for you to be worried. There's no pattern, no sign of a serial killing. Your boy should be fine. Tell him to hit a homer for me this weekend?”

With that, I was gone. The fact that Jim had the mind of a five year old always pissed me off, but him saying that everything should be okay wasn't enough for me. I didn't want to lose Chase to some psychopath who's in love with Cole Hamels.

I walked down to Rittenhouse Square and lied down in the middle of the grass. I took my cell phone out of my pocket and called Chase's number. “Yeah.”

“It's so good to hear his voice.”

I could feel Chase smiling. “Hi babe. You alright?”

“Are you?”

“I'm fine.” He said with a calmed voice. “Really, you need to relax. This was just one incident.”

I hesitated.

“Marisa,” he said. “I'm not going anywhere.”

 

 

 

SCREW PRINCE FIELDER. :laugh4:

[ilovechrismartin09]

awwww i love it xx

[In a telescope lens]

LOVE IT!!! :D

[coldplay_is_louve.]

STITCHES.

CHAPTER 8

 

 

 

 

Chase pulled his bag over his shoulder and filed off the plane with the rest of his teammates. The line wasn’t moving fast enough. He wasn’t off the plane. He wasn’t with her. It’d been just three days, and he was dying inside without her smile, her sarcastic remarks, her stubborn nature. She’d been so worried about him these past three days, he needed her to know that he was okay. Except for that one thing.

When he got his turn to walk off the plane, he knew she was there. He could feel her eyes on him. He looked up, searched for a few seconds, then met her eyes. She smiled, then immediately frowned, trying to search his face for some kind of explanation. Chase walked down the steps, dropped his bags and headed for her. She did the same, and their bodies met in a clash, sending them both to the ground in fits of laughter. He met her lips with his immediately. They kissed passionately on the ground, squeezing each other closer until she pulled away. “What the hell happened to your eye?” She yelled. He could see her bruise was almost gone.

Chase smiled. “You didn’t see yesterday’s game?”

Marisa pouted and slapped his face. “What did you do?” The two of them still lying on the concrete.

“Well, this guy started with me, saying he was safe on second when I clearly got him out. He punched first.”

She pushed hair off of his forehead with her forefinger. “Did you do worse to his face? He did some pretty bad to yours.”

Chase felt the cut on his cheek as it started to throb. “I kicked his ass.”

She rolled her eyes. There was a pause as all his other teammates were starting a crowd. “We should get off the concrete, shouldn’t we?”

They stood up, and Chase caught the eyes of some unusual character in a black SUV staring him down. He looked away when he saw Chase noticed him. Hm. Weird.

Marisa immediately led him back to her place. As soon as the door was closed they rapidly pulled items of clothes off of each other, slowly walking to the bedroom. He tried not to be too intense, and made it more sensual and passionate. Running his fingers through her smooth, sweet smelling hair, kissing her neck, making her smile.

They laid in bed, his head on her chest, tracing the outline of her ribs with his forefinger. “I missed you so much.” he kissed her stomach.

He could hear her heart beating, the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. “You have no idea how much I missed you.” she said. “I had to hang out with my sister the entire weekend.”

She stroked his back, making all the tension from the weekend disappear. “I haven’t formally met her yet, you know.”

“She barely knows we’re together.”

He looked up at her, puzzled. “Well, Chase, my sister’s kind of… insane.”

“We’re going to get together. If she’s anything like you she’s wonderful”

“You going to sleep with her too?”

He ticked her inner thigh, making her chuckle and squirm underneath him. That was when he was going to tell her those big, big three words he’d never said to anyone else. First, he had to meet the sister.

---

I couldn’t sleep that night. The only thing I wanted to do was look at him, rub his back, make him relaxed. It made me ecstatic that he wanted to meet Maria, even though I was incredibly nervous that he’d run away when he saw how insane she was. But, I don’t think he will. You know what? That’s going to be the night. I’m going to tell Chase I love him.

 

 

[In a telescope lens]

:wacky::wacky::wacky:

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!! :D:heart:!!!

 

and aww poor chase!! :( :hug:

but he'd totally kick anyone's ass!!! :P

 

GREAT JOB, CHRISTINA!!! :D

[coldplay_is_louve.]

thanks!! :laugh4:!!!

 

i don't know where/how this is going to end. :uhoh::P

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Stitches is good :) i'm enjoying that fanfic.

[In a telescope lens]

thanks!! :laugh4:!!!

 

i don't know where/how this is going to end. :uhoh::P

IT CAN NEVER END!!!!!!!!!

:D

[coldplay_is_louve.]

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[In a telescope lens]

you know you don't want it to end!!