Sammy's POV:

I took a deep breath, looking into the mirror and brushing my hair for the thousandth time. Why was I so nervous before this? It was just a date. We were probably just going to get dinner somewhere, and he'd learn enough about me to be repelled, and we'd never meet again.

Oh, yeah. I was nervous because:

1) I'd never been on a date before. Never even been asked.

2) This was Tim Lincecum we were talking about. A famous baseball player who was every girl's dream.

I groaned aloud, dropping my head into my hands. I really didn't want to ruin my childhood dream of dating Tim Lincecum. Seriously.

Oh well. Might as well just be myself. If he didn't like who I truly was, then we didn't belong together anyway, right?

I decided to simply let my hair down, and listen to music while I waited for my date to pick me up. We had talked after the game, and I'd given him my address when he offered to pick me up.

Three sharp, perfectly precise knocks on my door sent my heart racing again. I took a deep breath, pulled my headphones out, and opened the door.

Somehow, the sight of him made all of my fears seem to melt away.

"Hi," I breathed with a smile. He grinned back, and took off the sunglasses. "Want to come in, or should we go?"

"The reservation I made's not 'till seven, so we have some time. Besides, I'm interested in what your place looks like." I nodded, opening the door wider. He stepped inside, looking around.

"Nice, but..."

"But?" I asked, closing the door and walking over to stand next to him. He looked at me, and smiled.

"But it's even nicer with you here." I blushed, ducking my head, hoping my dark hair would cover the bright flush on my cheeks. He laughed, and reached out to tuck my hair behind my ear. Which, naturally, only made my cheeks flame harder.

"You shouldn't hide your face," he murmured softly. "I like seeing it." I looked up, and smiled.

"Thanks," I muttered. "I-I like - I - I mean you look good too." Damn. Way to ruin it, Sammy. Surprisingly, he only laughed, and moved on.

"Can you give me the tour?" I nodded, and proceeded to lead him to the living room.

"If 'The Franchise' was correct, then I'd guess this would be your favorite room, " I teased, nodding to the flat-screen TV with the Wii and PS3 next to it. He grinned.

"Video games? Seriously? What do you have?" I sauntered over to check.

"Umm, Mario Kart, a couple others, and one that I think would be your personal favorite." He leaned forward eagerly to see. I held up the FIFA case with a triumphant smile. He grinned.

"You know me pretty well already. Isn't it only fair for me to know the same about you?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Sure, ask me anything."

"Well, let's start basic. Favorite color, food, Wii game?" I giggled. He was like a child, such simple questions.

"Green, Cup 'O' Noddles, Mario Kart. Next?"

"Birthday, favorite holiday, hobbies."

"Same as yours, Christmas, softball, and many more. Next."

The questioning continued much in the same way, until Timmy looked up at the clock and declared it time to leave. I grabbed my purse, and followed him out the door, pausing to lock it behind us. Playing the perfect gentleman, Timmy waited for me, taking the time to slide on his sunglasses. I turned, and smiled at my date, waiting like an obedient puppy.

As we started walking, he casually slipped his hand into mine, not breaking stride. I smiled, looking down at our intertwined fingers. When I looked up, I blushed to see his green eyes on mine, obviously catching my distraction.

"I'm taking you somewhere special tonight," he murmured softly. Captivated by his eyes and soft voice, I stood, breathless, in front of his sleek silver car.

"Where?" He smiled, and reached our intertwined fingers up to softball brush a strand of my hair away from my face. Predictably, I blushed. He smiled slightly.

"I like your blush.. Did I ever tell you that?" Wordlessly, I shook my head, stunned into silence. My heart was beating a thousand beats per minute, probably loudly enough that he would hear it if he listened closely. He smiled, and dropped my hand, opening the passenger door for me instead.

"After you, mi'lady," he said with a gallant bow that make me chuckle. I slid in, and the door shut beside me. While I waited for Tim to get in the other side, I looked around the interior cautiously. I'd never been driven in anything near this expensive, and that fact made me slightly nervous. But for some reason, when the ace pitcher slid in next to me, I relaxed. I could barely feel the motor as the car started, and pulled out smoothly.

"So, what songs you got on here?" I asked curiously, picking up his white iPhone. He glanced over for a second before refocusing on the road with a grin.

"Everything and anything. Go on, take a peek. The password's 0615," he added cheekily. I laughed aloud.

"Really? Your birthday? Someone's got an ego," I teased. He laughed.

"Hey, I could have set that password after your birthday, y'know," I grinned.

"Nice try." Scrolling through his artists, I was shocked to find that he liked a lot of the same music I did. Some familiar songs, some I didn't really like, and some I'd never heard of. One band's name caught my eye.

"Bassnectar?" I asked. The simple, yet unusual, compound word caught my eye.

"Yeah, it's a kinda techno-y band. Wilson recommended it. Go ahead, listen. You might like it." I hit play, and the car was filled with, indeed, techno sounds. From what I could tell, the song that was playing, "Basshead", consisted of two words as lyrics, "bass" and "head". Go figure.

As the last beat died out, I pursed my lips thoughtfully.

"Not bad, not bad."

"See if you can find something you like on there. I'm curious about your music taste." I complied, scrolling quickly through the "Artists" menu to look for one I recognized. OneRepublic caught my eye, and I instantly tapped the name, hoping he'd have the song by them that was simply my favorite.

"Yes!" I couldn't help exclaiming in happiness, hitting "Play". He grinned as the beginnings of "Secrets" filled the car.

"I need another story, something to get off my chest... " Tim's deep voice caught me off guard, making me smile. Admittedly, his singing wasn't as dominant as his pitching, but it was still pleasant to listen to. And still gave me the tingles, up and down my spine...

"My life is kinda boring, need something that I can confess..." I joined in with the familiar melody, and we sang the next four lines together.

"'Till all my sleeves are stained red, from all the truth that I've said, come by it honestly, I swear, thought you saw me wink, no, I've been on the brink, so..." Stuck at a red light, Tim turned to make eye contact with me at the chorus.

"Tell me what you want to hear, something that were like those years, I'm sick of all the insincere...

"So I'm gonna give all, my, secrets away..." We both trailed off at the words, staring into each others' eyes. The deep green in his gorgeous eyes was being brought out by the shade of the car, and I was beginning to get lost in them.

A loud car horn from behind snapped us out of our reverie, and... was he blushing? ... Tim turned back to the road, with the stoplight that had now turned green, and pressed the pedal to the medal once more.