Sammy' POV:

We buckled ourselves into Timmy's sports car in silence. Glancing at the clock, I sighed. Today was my last day with Timmy before the next homestand, and the day was already gone.

"Why the sigh?" my boyfriend asked from beside me.

"It's already six," I murmured sadly. This was usually the time we parted, and I was beginning to miss my boyfriend before he was even gone.

Timmy glanced over at me, green eyes smoldering before he turned his attention back to the highway looming ahead of us. I silently cursed the road for robbing me of the gaze that I loved so much.

"Come back to the hotel with me," he said softly. I sat frozen for a moment in shock.

"But... but you've got to rest for your travel day tomorrow," I protested, despite the fact that every cell in my body yearned to agree. What if it leaked to the media, and he blamed me for it? What if the team made fun of him for it? What if he regretted it?

Timmy was scoffing at my feeble protest.

"I'll get plenty of rest tomorrow, on the plane," he pointed out. I thought for another moment.

"But don't you room with Zito?" I asked.

"I can get a separate room, ask Zito to head out, or we can go to your place, if you want. Although, if you're truly concerned for my rest, it's more convenient to go to the hotel." Damn it, he had me there.

"Of course I'm concerned for your well-being," was all I could come up with. Timmy sighed, clearly exasperated.

"Look, Sam, if you don't want to spend the night with me, just say so. We won't even ... do anything, if you don't want to. Sammy, I just want to fall asleep and wake up beside you. Please. I'm not gonna see you for the next few weeks, can we spend as much time together as possible? Please?"

His sincere words disarmed me, and more than ever I wanted to go with him. Sighing, I figured I'd just be blunt.

"Timmy, you know very well that I'd like you go with you more than anything, but... I just can't work without a full night's sleep, and I can't afford to miss a day."

Pulling into the parking lot of the Giants' choice hotel, Tim stopped the car and looked at me with the most emotion in the depth of his green eyes that I'd ever seen.

"Please," was all he said, and I could not resist.

He led me through the hallways, which were gold-decorated and posh, I noted with some disdain. I knew that it was picked by the Giants, not my boyfriend, but I couldn't help feeling out-of-place. This was the sort of place I would only be able to afford after taking double shifts at the library for a year. He opened the door, and inside Barry Zito glanced up from where he's been reclining on the bed. Seeing me, following Tim into the room, he jumped up, turning off the TV. As he moved, I noticed a faint slosh. Originating from the bed... ?

"I was just going to join the party in Wilson's room," he said. His face was particularly convincing for someone who had just scrambled up an excuse. "Remote's on the side table, Tim." As he passed, he clapped the pitcher on the back, and nodded to me with a smile. As the door shut behind me, I released Timmy's hand as he turned to face me.

I took a step forward. "Are those things freaking water beds?" I exclaimed, and without waiting for an answer, launched myself into one. The waves under my back confirmed my suspicion, and I sighed in pleasure, closing my eyes. Timmy laughed, before joining my side on the king-sized bed. I snuggled into his side, and kissed him, already drowsy with the lapping of the waves. He kissed me back smoothly, and we laid there for a moment before I rolled over, aligning myself onto my back again. From the side table, I grabbed the remote that, sure to his word, Zito had left laying there.

"What sorts of movies do you have on this thing?" I asked, pressing the power button, and randomly flipping through channels. I felt Tim move closer to my side, and pull the blankets over us. I sighed, and tilted my head to kiss the angle of his jaw lightly. He sighed in pleasure, and smiled down at me, eyes soft. He bent down, pressing his lips to my collarbone, and nibbling slightly as my hand came up to stroke his hair.

"Breaking Dawn?" he whispered against my skin. I rolled my eyes.

"Boring."

"What do you like to watch, then?" His head came up, looking at me expectantly.

I grinned. "Pirates of the Carribean - Johnny Depp's hot - or Harry Potter. Just 'cause it's awesome." Timmy grinned at me.

"Pirates! Those are my favorites! Looks like a Carribean marathon," he said excitedly, winking at me. I laughed, and handed the remote over. Flipping a few channels, he finally did find the first movie. We snuggled a little closer together, his stomach pressing against my side, arm thrown casually across my waist. I kissed him as the opening titles rolled, and so began our movie marathon night together.

Thousands of thanks to my ONLY consistent reviewer on this story, The American Idiot. :D She's awesome, go check out her profile, PM her, etc. (:

Oh, and on another note - I was rereading this story from the beginning last night, and I noticed how many inconsistencies there were - especially between the scores of the same game, between chapters 1&2. LOL. Well, hopefully there haven't been THAT many obvious ones. :D