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[whitneyxwilson]

~ End of Summer Festival with @abigail-morrison​ ~

“Today we are friends, but tomorrow we become enemies.” Whitney spoke in a teasing tone, her fingers tracing the seams of the softball in her hand. The softball tournament was her favourite part of the festival and it was something that she did for as long as she was able to. Apart from sleeping with women, playing softball was probably the gayest thing she did. “What position do they have you at this year?” 

[whitneyxwilson]

~ End of Summer Festival with @ty-osman​ ~

“I don’t understand why you’re doing the sailing competition this year.” Whitney mumbled to one of her oldest friends. “We’ve always been apart of the baseball squad. You’re the left field to my center field. What am I going to do without you?” She added with a giggle. Ever since they were little kids, the two bonded over their love of sports, especially baseball. It also helped that they had been neighbors growing up which made their street baseball games that much more memorable. 

[whitneyxwilson]

~ End of Summer Festival with @dilaraosman​ ~

“This is my proposal to make this softball game more interesting.” Whitney spoke up to one of her teammates as she pulled out a bottle of vodka from her bag. “We can turn it into a drinking game.” There was excitement in her tone while she began to pull out the rest of her softball gear. “Whoever strikes out or makes an error has to take a shot. After all, everybody knows that you play better when you’re a little drunk.” This time a small giggle followed her words. “What do you think?” 

[whitneyxwilson]

~ End of Summer Festival with @brooke--tyler​ ~

“My God Trevor learn how to catch a ball. Do you need me to get you a fishing net? Would that help?” Whitney let out a frustrated huff at one of her teammates before turning to Brooke. “Do you think that was too much?” She asked as she scratched the side of her head. Sometimes when competition was involved her trash talking was taken to the next level. 

[jakexsullivan]

~ End of summer festival with @steviexrivers​ ~

“I’m sorry, but this was suppose to be a hot coffee not an iced coffee.” Jake said to the barista who had served him his drink. In the summer most people preferred their coffee with a splash of ice. Not Jake. If it wasn’t hot all year round then he didn’t consider it to be true coffee. While he waited for his order he spotted a familiar blonde woman standing in the back. “Stevie.” He called out with a wave. The two had bonded over coffee since he was often a frequent visitor of her café.