V3 ch263

The celebration took even longer to break up this time around. Two perfect games from two different pitchers in a span of not even two weeks. We were riding high, bouncing around, grinning like a bunch of idiots. 

"Heck!" Kyle exclaimed, pulling Noah into a headlock. "You've got to catch for me too now!"

"No way!" Noah shoved him away. "You guys can't trap me there. Try to think of how Mitch would feel."

"Yea, how is Mitchell?" Kyle stopped messing around and went to look for his catcher. 

He wasn't the only twin to disappear. Dave, the star of the game, the MVP, was off to the side, talking to Oscar. The freshman backup. 

"Come on. Let's go." Noah spotted them two as well. 

I physically cringed, not really wanting to know how awkward that conversation must be between the two. It should have been Oscar to go in after Mitchell got hit by that pitch, but Dave made the decision to go with his brother. It can't be a good feeling.