Alex kicks the rubber ball up and over the fence. He watches it fly up in the air, as he sprints to first base, dodging the dog turds in Austin and Nathalie's yard.

They have 3 dogs, so that's that.

He watches it bounce over the fence, as he finds his way to home base, which would be the corner of their yard.

"Come help me get it, Alex," Austin calls after him.

"Coming!" he yells back. "But why?" he asks, seeing that Nathalie has already hurled the fence, and is running after it, Leah close behind.

"'Cause!" he yells back.

Alex lets out a breathy sigh, and runs after them, jumping the low fence as well.

Leah has passed Nathalie, and has already grabbed the ball. 

--===-- Leah's POV: --===--

I don't know why I decided to get the ball? For a 15 year-old, I suck at throwing to be honest. So I toss it to Alex, who can probably throw better than me.

I laugh as Nathalie says, "So hot..." to herself. Everyone knows she has the hots for him.

"What's that smell?" I ask, smelling a chemically smell in the air.

"Bug truck!" Alex cries out.

We quickly jump the fence, the smell getting stronger, and run through the bac