Mike blocked Ginny’s exit from Petco, a nervous expression in his eyes. “I need you to buy me.”
Ginny waited for the punchline, but it seemed he was serious. “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal, Lawson.” She said. Mike glared at her.
“The charity dinner tomorrow night. The auction. I need you to buy me.”
Ginny bit her lip. The high society of San Diego was coming to a dinner to benefit cancer research, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to out bid any of them and she told him as much. Mike scoffed.
“I’ll give you the money, but I don’t think it’ll go that high.” He said. “Please?”
“Why is this so important to you?” Ginny asked.
“Because the last time I did this thing I was bought by this horrible woman who purred at me and told me she wanted to curl up on my face.” Mike shuddered before holding up a hand. “No beard jokes, this is serious.”
Ginny reluctantly bit back her response, pouting slightly. “I think you’re over reacting.”
“Baker, please. I need to at least know the person winning me is normal and doesn’t have any weird cat fetishes.”
Ginny crossed her arms. “You don’t know my life, Lawson.”
“Ginny.” Mike pleaded and she knew he was serious.
“What do I get if I win?”
“A date with me.”
Ginny scoffed, but Mike’s expression didn’t waver.
“Come on, Baker. Don’t pretend that you don’t want to go out on a date with the man whose posters you used as wallpaper.”
Ginny sighed. “You’ll pay me back?” She said. He nodded. “And I won’t have to pay for dinner?”
“Nope.” He said. “Everything’s covered and it’s for a good cause. You don’t even have to go on it if you don’t want to. Come on, Baker. Think of the children.”
Ginny nodded, though she’d already made the decision a while ago; she just enjoyed winding Mike up. “For the children.” She agreed. “But you owe me, Lawson.”
“That’s what the dinner is for.” He said.
“We have dinner all the time.”
“Burgers on the road with the guys does not count.” Ginny retorted. Mike glared. “Fine, I can always let you go with the crazy cat lady.” She pushed past him and began walking down the hall. Mike chased after her.
“That’s cruel and unusual punishment.” He said. Ginny arched an eyebrow. He sighed. “Fine, in addition to a ridiculously expensive dinner where you are blessed with my company what would the great Ginny Baker require of me?”
Ginny tilted her head. “Golf.” She said.
“What?” He asked.
“You, me, one hour, golf.”
Mike sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, whatever.” He grumbled. “Payment only after…” he waved a finger in front of her face. “After you save me from the crazy fetishists in San Diego.”
“Yes captain.” Ginny saluted.
Ginny smoothed her dress and smiled at the other women at her table. Evelyn was sitting next to her, obsessively checking her bank balance on her phone.
“Ev, no one’s bidding on Blip.” She sighed.
“Excuse me?” Evelyn looked at her in shop. “My husband is smokin’.”
“Yeah, but from what I heard from Judy.” Ginny whispered as she motioned to a brunette sitting across the table, Evelyn glared daggers at her. “Last year he spent the entire date talking about you and the boys.”
“Damn right he did.” Evelyn said. “She won him last year, but not this year. This year. I’m going to win.” She shot Judy a poison sweet smile. It evaporated as she looked across the room. “What is she doing here?”
Ginny looked where Evelyn was staring. “Rachel Patrick?” She said, recognizing the red head. “She’s a reporter, maybe she’s doing a story.”
Evelyn gave her pointed look. Ginny frowned.
“That’s Mike’s Rachel.” Evelyn muttered.
“You mean his ex-Rachel.” Ginny hissed back. Evelyn coughed in amusement. Ginny looked back at Rachel. The one time she’d met the woman she’d been less than impressed. She hadn’t connected the dots that this was Rachel, the same woman who’d broken something in Mike, leaving scars that Ginny knew were still there. Rachel turned and looked towards their table, specifically the empty seat next to Ginny.
“She better not be about to do what I think she’s about to do.” Evelyn picked up her wineglass, taking a sip. Rachel smiled as she stopped at the table.
“Is this seat taken?”
Before Ginny or Evelyn could answer Judy said “Of course.”
Rachel smiled and sat next to Ginny. Evelyn shook her head. “This is going to get interesting.”
“So, Ginny.” Rachel said. “What brings you to this event?”
Ginny gave her her best fake press conference smile. “Just supporting my team.” As she reached for her glass, she noticed something; Rachel wasn’t wearing an engagement ring. Mike had told her his ex was marrying someone else…so why wasn’t she wearing an engagement ring? “How about you? I’d think a big LA reporter would be busy.” Next to her, Evelyn let out a gasp; she’d noticed the lack of ring as well.
“Oh this is going to be good.” She whispered. “So good.”
Ginny shot Evelyn a glare. “Really?”
“Hey, I’ve got two kids, that’s a full-time job. I need to get my fun somehow.” Evelyn whispered back.
“Ladies and gentlemen.” The auction was about to start. Ginny turned, watching as the men were brought up to the platform. Salvamini, Blip, Livan, Stubbs, and finally Mike. He was nervous, tugging on the edge of his suit. Then he locked eyes with Ginny, she nodded, mouthing “golf.” He relaxed slightly, a smile crinkling his eyes. Shaking his head he turned his attention back to the announcer.
“Supporting your team?” Rachel asked. “So the rumors about you and a certain catcher are true?”
She was baiting her. Ginny leaned back in her chair. “Livan?” She asked, looking at the younger catcher. He caught her eye and smirked, giving her a nod. She waved at him. Mike crossed his arms, not amused.
Stubbs was the first man up. He went for 6,500. Salvamini was up next. Ginny and Evelyn clapped and wolfwhistled, but they were the only ones. The second he was announced, the atmosphere in the room noticeably changed. The bidders were focused, they were ready.
“They do know he’s married, right?” Evelyn mumbled. Ginny snorted.
The bidding went up to 15,500 before a man sitting 2 tables over won. Ginny grinned at Salvamini’s expression as he sat down next to Stubbs.
“Blip’s up next.” Evelyn said. The bidding began at 1,000 dollars. Evelyn immediately said 1,000. No one went higher. Evelyn looked around horrified as the auctioneer said,
“1,000 going once. 1,000 going twice, So-”
“Hold up.” Evelyn cut him off, standing and looking around. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She said, glaring around the room. “My husband is hot. you should be fighting over him. This is for charity. So somebody better bid.”
“I think they’re all scared of you.” Ginny whispered.
Evelyn shot her a look.
“I mean…” Ginny glared her throat. “1,500.”
The auctioneer sighed and motioned to Ginny. “We have 1,500, do I hear, 2,000?”
“2,000” Evelyn said, sitting down.
“2,000 do I hear 2,500?” The auctioneer looked around. Evelyn poked Ginny in the side.
“Um 2,500.” Ginny said, arching an eyebrow at Evelyn. “And for the record, this is weird.”
“3,000” Evelyn replied. “And as long as you let me win it’s all cool. It’s for the kids, Ginny.” She motioned for her to make another bid. Ginny felt weird. On stage, Blip was trying really hard not to laugh and Mike…Mike was staring at Rachel. Ginny felt a twist in her gut, but focused instead on the auction.
“3,500.” She said.
“4,000” Evelyn said.
The auctioneer sighed, looking at Evelyn. “Mrs Sanders, am I allowed to call it yet, we both know Ms. Baker isn’t going to win.”
Evelyn frowned. “Make it 10,000 and we’ll say it’s over.”
“Sold for 10,000 dollars.” The auctioneer said. Evelyn leaned back in her chair.
“Couldn’t let him go for less than Stubbs.” She explained. Ginny shook her head.
“The two of you are relationship goals.” She said.
“I know.” Evelyn said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Oooo, Duarte’s up.”
Livan swaggered forward. Ginny leaned back, looking at Mike. He was glaring at the ground, Rachel was looking smug. Ginny know he was put off balance by her presence.
“6,500.” She bid. Mike’s head snapped up, looking at her in anger. She waved at him. Livan gave her a cocky grin as she was quickly outbid. She pouted and shrugged.
“9,000.” Evelyn said, laughing at Blip’s look of outrage.
in the end he went for 25,000 dollars. Ginny smiled, but she didn’t miss the challenging look he shot Mike. Mike sighed and stood as the auctioneer said his name. Ginny leaned back, letting the bidding happen. It was going well. not as fast as Livan or Salvamini, but he got up to 10,000 pretty quickly. Mike shifted uncomfortably as a woman in the back enthusiastically bid 11,000. “Cat?” She mouthed and he gave her a jerky nod, clearly annoyed that she wasn’t bidding. She wasn’t stupid. She was going to let the bidding take its course, then swoop in when the others had bid themselves out. After all it was Mike’s money and it wouldn’t look good for her to be fighting other women over her teammate. Mike was panicking, trying desperately to get her attention. She waved him off, giving him her, “Relax, I got this” look.
“The two of you are very close.” Rachel said softly. It was the first time since she’d sat down that she’d spoken. Ginny smiled.
“He’s my catcher.” She said simply, Rachel’s probing expression making her uncomfortable.
“20,000 going once.” The auctioneer said. “20,000 going twice.”
Ginny gaped at Rachel who shot her a smirk. Her eyes narrowed, what was she doing? Mike looked pale, nervous.
“We have 25,000, do I hear-”
“30,000.” Ginny said, glaring at Rachel.
“40.” Rachel said.
“60.” Rachel leaned back in her chair, confident. Ginny knew she’d only agreed to this ridiculous plan because Mike had asked her to keep him out of the hands of crazy people, but for some reason she couldn’t let him be won by his ex wife.
“75” She said. Rachel shrugged.
Ginny glared before saying “200,000.” There was an audible gasp around the room. Leaning back she locked eyes with Rachel, daring her to go higher.
“500,000” Rachel said.
“What are you doing?” Ginny asked.
“Giving to charity.” Rachel said simply, “isn’t that what we’re all doing?”
“500,000 going once.” The auctioneer said.
“1 million.” Ginny said.
“Can you afford that on a rookie salary?” Rachel challenged.
“Enough.” Ginny and Rachel looked up at Mike who was looking at them, his expression stony. Ginny was about to say something when the auctioneer said,
“1 million going once. 1million going twice. Sold, to Miss Ginny Baker for 1 million dollars.”
This time there was no applause, people were too interested to see how Rachel would react. Ginny got up to talk to Mike, but he dodged her and went out of the ballroom where the benefit was being held. She followed. He was out in the hall, pacing. Kicking at the wall, he turned, an inscrutable expression in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I-”
Mike held up a hand, cutting her off. Glaring behind her he said, “was that fun for you?”
Ginny turned. Rachel was standing behind her, watching the two of them.
“I didn’t know you had a new girlfriend, Mike.”
“She’s my rookie and she’s doing me a favor.” Mike growled. “I asked her to make sure she out bid any crazy person who wanted to buy me.”
Rachel was taken aback. Giving Ginny her best fake smile, she said, “I think this is a moment Mike and I need to keep to ourselves.”
“Did I miss it?” Evelyn came out of the ballroom, holding a glass of wine. “Oh no, good.” She smirked as Rachel gave her a disparaging look. “Proceed.”
“Mike, we should talk alone.”
“No.” Mike said, crossing his arms, frowning at her. “Whatever you want to say you can say it in front of Ginny…and apparently Evelyn.”
“Especially in front of Evelyn.” Evelyn corrected. Ginny arched an eyebrow at her friend.
“Okay,” Rachel said. “I thought a lot about what you said when you came to my house the other day.”
Mike stiffened, but stayed silent.
“And you’re right. We should give this another shot.”
He glanced at her hand and Ginny knew he was looking for her engagement ring. “How does your fiancee feel about this?” He growled.
“We aren’t together anymore.” Rachel replied. Mike shut his eyes, running a hand over his face.
“I’ll bet.” He muttered. “Well I thought a lot about what you said that night too and you were right, I needed to figure out what I wanted. Turns out that…thinking I was still in love with you was less scary than…” He glanced at Ginny before turning his attention back to Rachel, “than admitting what I really wanted.”
Rachel looked at him, shocked before turning and leaving.
“Bye Felicia” Evelyn called after her.
“Ev, you are drunk.” Ginny said, taking her glass away from her. Glancing at Mike, she said. “I’ll just take her back inside.”
“Baker.” He said. They looked at each other, unsure what to say. Ginny was worried about how his “not” an admission of feelings for her would affect them. He cleared his throat. “You better let me win.”
“At golf.” He said. “You had better let me win.” Ginny relaxed, shaking her head.
“We’ll see old man.”
“You just put me out 1 million dollars.” He said, helping her steer Evelyn back to the ballroom.
“You’re good for it.” Ginny said. As soon as they opened the door to the ballroom Evelyn rushed over to Blip, leaving Mike and Ginny standing awkwardly alone. Mike ran a hand through his beard.
“Thanks.” He said. Ginny smiled.
“Anytime.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “I always wanted to own a Mike Lawson.”
He laughed. “You mean besides the poster?”
“There is no poster.”
“Keep saying that.” Mike said. “And you might convince yourself it’s true.”
“Uh huh.” Ginny rolled her eyes. “You know, for the first time. I’m actually grateful for your beard.”
“Really?” Mike looked at her with interest. “Why’s that?”
“Because otherwise, the bidding would have easily gone up to 2 million.” She walked away. Mike followed. The winners were writing out their checks and talking to the players, cementing details for their “dates”.
“It’s not even your money, Rookie.” He said, pulling out his checkbook, signing a check and giving it to the auctioneer. “There. You are officially the owner of a date with Mike Lawson.” He turned, smirking. “So what are you going to do with me?”
Ginny tilted her head before saying. “Kick your ass at golf.”
Welcome to the Fall Out Boy fandom ladies and gentlemen, where Peterick is not real and the person who brings it up will get blocked or Patrick will come and tattoo ‘Peterick is not real’ on your forehead. So…Just don’t bring it up, then everything will be alright!
ok ive seen some people shitting on the top fandom and saying theyre “fake deep” or whatever but honestly every fandom is “fake deep” and im soo glad that we put these theories into their music and videos instead of making theories about them as people i mean look at the panic fandom people have so many theories about ryden and other ships and they bother the band members w them and it makes them so uncomfortable or with the fob fandom patrick has to block people for mentioning peterick bc there are so many theories about that too so yeah you can say all the crap you want about how top fans take everything into too much consideration but at least were not judging actual members and bothering them with theories about their lives and ill take music and video theories over theories about people and their lives anyday