Hey Guys, sorry that I haven't uploaded in a while ... I know I'm losing tons of fans, not that I had that many to begin with anyway! (: I've been experiencing writer's block, and only recently decided where to go with this.

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Sammy's POV:

"So...whadya say? I'll pick you up," he offered. Tim's voice was as shy as though he was asking a girl out for the first time. I smiled, doing a mental "awww."

"Sure, Timmy. You know I'd go out with you anytime," I laughed.

"Yeah, well... I just wanted to check with your schedule and stuff..." I could almost see him blush, and chuckled.

"You'll pick me up, you said? Is four o' clock from my place okay for you?"

"Yeah, sure. Anytime, anywhere."

"Cool." I smiled. "Is it even worth asking where we're going?"

I was rewarded with a laugh from the other side of the line.

"Nope. You'll see." I groaned as he said the words I despised, and he laughed again.

"Good night, Sammy. I love you."

"I love you too."

I sang along to the lines as I briefly picked up the sweaters lying around as I waited for the doorbell to ring.

"You're just a daydream away... I wouldn't know what to say.. If I had you-uu..."

I laughed to myself, shaking my head slightly.

"Samatha, you're getting pathetic. Stop it," I muttered to myself, but I still couldn't stop the smile plastered to my face.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and I dropped the sweatshirt that was half-on the hangar, practically running to the door. As I screeched to a halt in the entryway, I took a deep breath, smoothed down my hair, and casually opened the door.

The figure on the other side grinned at me, and the responding grin slipped right back into place.

"Hey, Sammy."

"Hey, Tim." I stretched up for a kiss, and he pecked me gently, sweetly, before stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

"Why is it that you always wear a hood?" I asked, tilting my head to the side curiously.

"Huh?" Tim looked back at me, startled. "My hood? I don't know exactly... I guess it's because the whole celebrity thing gets overwhelming at times, and it's sort of a security blanket. No one's ever asked me that before," he added, looking at me strangely.

I shrugged, and and smilled. "I was curious. Besides, I notice the subtle things."

Tim smiled back at me, and flipped his hood off.

"Now I can do this properly," he said, and bent down to capture my lips in a longer lasting kiss.

After a few blissful minutes, he pulled back, and smiled at me, eyes soft.

"We'd better get going," he pointed out, and I nodded. Holding hands, we headed out to his silver CLS 55, and he opened the passenger door just as I got there, bowing.

"After you, milady," he said in a not-very-good accent. I laughed, slipping in, and buckled my seatbelt as he walked around to his side and got in. As he turned the engine on, I glanced sideways at him.

"Any point in asking now..?"

He laughed again. "Still, the answer is no."

"What can I bribe you with?" I joked.

"Don't get into the habit of bribing people, love - umps don't take kindly to it," he joked back. We continued to banter back and forth as we approached an intersection. Tim eased onto the brake at the stoplight, and then started up again.

"What makes you think - " I began, but was stopped by the sight of Tim's wide eyes. Suddenly, he yanked the wheel sharply to the left, and I was thrown against the door as we spun, tires squealing as we pulled a spin. Then, there was a crash, the sound of glass shattering, and people screaming.

"Tim? Timmy?" I asked frantically. "What happened? Tim? Timmy!" Hysterical sobs were being to come out from my mouth as the figure next to me remained slouched. Frantically, I gripped his arm, reassuring myself that his body was still warm, that he was still alive. In my frantic state, I didn't think to get out of the car, which I could faintly feel heating up.

"Tim! Timmy!" I started sobbing as I clutched his arm. "Oh, God, Tim... Tim, answer me!" The next thing I knew, my door was opened, and strong arms ripped me away from my love as I fought, sobbing as I blindly clawed at what was holding me. Strong hands on my shoulders spun me to face a man, a good few feet taller than me. I could barely make out his face through my tears.

"Ma'm, you need to stay back. The EMT's have him now." The fireman pointed, and gasping shallowly, tears still pouring from my eyes, I turned and looked. My heart broke at the sight of him being strapped ontp the stretcher, and all the strength seemed to seep from my bones.

"Oh, Timmy.." I moaned, sinking to the ground.

"Ma'm, are you alright?" I nodded impatiently, he was the one who was hurt, not me! I brushed away some of the tears, despite the ever oncoming flow.

"Is - is he alive? Is he breathing?" I looked pleadingly at the fireman. All that mattered to me was the life of my boyfriend; without him, I was nothing.

"Right now, he is. He's going straight onto emergency life support. If you can keep calm and let the paramedics do their job, you can ride with him in case he wakes up." I nodded quickly at the sternly raised eyebrow, and rose from the concrete.

"One more thing, sir.." I said, attempting to appear at least somewhat sane. "What exactly happened?"

He looked apprehensive.

"We're not sure right now, miss. All we know is that a car blew the stop sign, going more or less twenty miles above the speed limit. We suspect he was driving under influence, and was killed at impact. He was going to hit the passenger side, but somehow your boyfriend spun so that it hit his side instead of the passenger."

He looked expectantly at me while I disgested that, and when I had no further questions, nodded and walked off.

"Ma'm," a new voice piped from behind me. "We're going to the emergency room now, if you want to ride." I nodded and sniffled, and climbed into the back in front of the paramedic, who closed the doors behind him as we sped off.

Cliffhanger! Haha.

So, a brief comment here - if any of you have ever been on Wattpad, I highly recommend it. Great fiction stories, all original. I really want to post one of my own on it.. but I'm not sure of a plot line of any sort. (: It must be all-original, romance is preferred for my writing style, and I'd love it if you guys could suggest some inspiration for me.

Thanks, guys!