A/N: It's been some time again and I sincerely apologize. Blah, blah (repeating myself as always).

But since I recently received two more reviews on this fic, one telling me that he/she'd wish I updated more frequently, I thought "gotta get this chapter done by the week!".
I chose to finish this one instead of the any of the other chapters for other fics, because I got some motivation. Apparently that's all I need. Then it doesn't matter if I don't have any time for it. Homework? Tsh! Nevermind.

This is the chapter before the meeting between Helen and Sam (hope I'll get that one done soon)
Thanks for the support, you people! As you can see; it means A LOT!
Done talking! Here you go!

As he strolled down the so extremely long hallway, he couldn't help but smile big the whole way through. Sure enough he ran into Jenson and Lenny, who were in some sort of discussion. Nevertheless, the discussion ended the minute they noticed Sam.

"THE HERO!" Jenson roared, and padded his buddy on the shoulder. Lenny followed up with a high-five.

"Dude, what happened after the game yesterday? You went to Diane's...and?"

Sam looked down for a couple of seconds, swallowed the bitter truth about a dear loss, and put the smile away before looking up.

"She was pretty upset, which of course is completely understandable."

"Yeah, yeah...sure. But is she alright? I mean- she's not here, is she?"

"No, she stayed at home. She wanted some time alone to cope with things. Talking things out with her mother would do her good."

"For sure," Lenny nodded.
"Still haven't met the lady 'yet?"

"No, not 'yet. But hopefully, I'll meet her soon."

"Are you gonna drop by after classes?"

"After my appointment with one of the managers of the Sox, yeah."

"Wow, wow, wow! Stop there for a sec! The Sox? You're getting drafted!?" Lenny asked excited.

"One of their managers came up to me after the game last night and offered me to be part of the Sox next season. I'm gonna meet up with him this afternoon."

"SAM MALONE! YOU GOT DRAFTED, YOU LUCKY BASTARD!" Jenson yelled.

Everyone turned around with opened mouths and staring gazes, meanwhile Sam received the biggest bear hug from his best buds. Except-

"By the way… Where's Tyson?"

"He's hanging out with his new flirt."

"Tyson's got a girl?"

"You bectha! And if you don't speed things up a bit between you and Diane, he'll be going out with her before you two even dare to share a bottle of water!"

"Sorry, but I think it's him who needs to be faster than a Ferrari then."

"Alright, so you shared a bottle of water. So what!"

"It's more than that."

"What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, like you don't know what I'm talking about," Sam smirked

"You stayed the night with her, didn't ya?" Lenny questioned.

"Yeah, but that's nothing to brag about. I do that all the time."

"What? When? Why don't you tell us stuff anymore?" Jenson asked disappointed.

Sam chuckled.

"But what you're trying to say is…you did more than staying the night with her?" Lenny continued.

There was a short pause.

"We kissed."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope," Sam smirked.

"Don't tell me...did you two?"

"No, no, no. Just...kissed. That's all. I mean- that's not just all. It's- it's everything!"

"You did it, Sam! You got her!"

"Finally, yes!"

"Got a couple of victories to celebrate this week, huh?"

"Sure have. And I'm up for it Friday. But right now, I got a date to look forward to."