Hey, all. Sorry about lack of updates... Hope you enjoy anyways!
Sammy's POV:
Grabbing my purse from under the counter, I called to my boss.
"Okay, Judy, if you don't need anything, I'm going to go?"
"Sure! See you tomorrow, Sammy!" Ruby, my boss, was a cheerful person. I worked four out of five weekdays, which left me slightly short in the finiancial situation, but I didn't mind. I had to leave time in my schedule for softball, after all. Being a pitcher took a lot of time devotion.
Pulling out my phone as I walked out of the local vet's office, I checked the time quickly. Damn, I'd missed the game. It was already past four, and today, they played at 12:45. Clicking the MLB app on my iPhone, I waited impatiently for the final score to load as I walked briskly to my car, opening the door and shutting it behind me.
The score finally appeared. A 3-0 win, with Timmy getting a win for once. I grinned, and slid my phone into my pocket as I made the short drive to my apartment, listening to the radio.
"Oh-oh, I want some mo-ore..." Animal, by Neon Trees. I sang the next lines, as I slowed for a red light.
"Oh-oh, what are you waiting for...take a bite of my heart, tonight," I grinned; it'd always been one of my favorite songs. As I pulled up to my apartment, I turned into my parking spot, pulling the keys from the ignition. I walked up to the door. Opening it, I greeted my girls, who pawed their crates in excitement. I let them out, dialing a number I knew by heart on my iPhone as I did so.
"Hello?" Ths familiar voice caused me to smile.
"Hey, Timmy. It's me, Sam."
"Oh, hey!" He sounded like a child, so eager.
"I had to work today, and missed the game. I saw you got a win, though!" He laughed.
"We finally called up some offense."
"Thank goodness. Got any highlights for me?"
"Well, Keppy hit a homer, immediately followed by Pablo." I grinned.
"Back to back jacks. Love it." He laughed.
"And then Cody hit a third, an inning later." I cheered aloud. Cody "The Boss" Ross had always been one of my favorite plavers, despite his recent slump.
"Great, so he's breaking out of his slump?"
"Definitely. So, no interest in learning your favorite's player's stats?" He teased, knowing full well that he was, and always had been, my favorite player.
"Oh, don't worry, darling. I was just saving the best for last." I flirted slightly. "So, how many K's? Thirteen? Fourteen?"
"You overestimate me, Sammy." I could hear the grin through his voice.
"Still didn't answer the question."
"Should I?"
"Should you what?"
"Should I answer the question."
"Yes, you should."
"Really?"
"Just answer it already!"
"I forgot what the question was."
"...So did I." He laughed aloud.
"Works every time." I giggled, then sighed.
"I miss you, Timmy."
"I miss you too." His voice was quieter now, sad.
"How much longer until the next homestand?"
"After this series, I think it's Mariners, then A's, then home." I smiled.
"I can probably make it to a game or two at the Colliseum. At least you'll be in the area!"
"True," he replied. "And leave the day of the first game open for me, alright?"
"Sure thing," I smiled happily. Only this series and one more before I'd see Timmy again.
Timmy's POV:
After around an hour of talking on the phone about anything and evervthing that came to mind, Sammy said she had to go. I looked at the clock, shocked that it was already eight - in Texas.
"Oh, I'm sorry! You shouldn't have let me take up all your time!" I told her, ashamed that I'd been selfish enough to forget that she not only had work, she was three hours behind my time.
"It's fine, Timmy. It wasn't even nearly a waste of time. I'll make sure I can watch the game tomorrow."
"'Kay. See you in... about a week, right?" Only seven days, I told myself. Seven days. So why did it feel like a year?
"Should be. I can't wait." I smiled.
"Nor can I. I won't hold you anymore."
"Alright. Bye, Timmy."
"Bye, Sammy." I waited on the line until I heard the familiar click of her hanging up.
"I love you," I whispered quietly into the silence, realizing it was true.
Sorry, short chapter today!