Nicholas Fisher is a college professor and a sports enthusiast. He writes adult horror under another name, but thought of the idea for Becky’s Kiss while coaching his son’s baseball team. Since the story involved high school drama he decided to write his first young adult piece. When not writing or teaching, Nicholas Fisher enjoys pizza, reality television, and playing the banjo. He lives in Pennsylvania with his wife and his son goes to Arizona State University.
Becky Michigan meets the boy of her dreams on her first day of ninth grade, a gorgeous blonde baseball player named Danny with crystal blue eyes, but no one else in the school ever heard of him. To make matters worse, Becky starts having dreams that she is the greatest pitcher on the planet, and when she throws an orange in the cafeteria at more than 90 miles per hour, she has some questions for the boy who keeps disappearing.
The stronger Becky’s feelings grow for Danny the faster she throws, and the faster she throws the less he shows up! Suddenly she is offered the opportunity to try out for the varsity baseball team, a shot at being popular for once, but does this mean she has to give up the hope of ever finding true love? All answers come to light out behind the high school at midnight, on an old overgrown ball field in the woods behind the real one, fifty feet off the third baseline. It is a magic field. One of dreams. Or possibly nightmares.
one at school even knows he exists. Becky sees him while walking home from
school and chases him until she catches up. He seems to know more about her
than she knows herself, and then he makes a strange request.
shade her eyes. “Are you a pitcher?” she said. Yeah, it was awkward, but she had to start somewhere.
hills with equal speed, total burn, until you can run the whole length of King Avenue without wheezing.”
she’d ever make. “Because pitching is all stamina, all legs, all push and follow-through.”
toward Stonybrook Road, then stopped and turned. “You’ll build up fast,” he said. “Faster than
you’d ever believe. One day of running will be like half a month, trust me.”
“Well, it’s only gonna get weirder.”
“Like, only if you want to, I mean.”“Sure.” “Like when?”
and Stonybrook. He had turned the baseball cap around backward now, and the way it framed his face and his neck made him look even more gorgeous than ever, if that was at all possible.
couple of bricks to your backpack. Really hoof it.”
Because I’ve waited…” He looked away down Stonybrook Road, and blinked like he was going to cry.
“Because I love you.”