At Roman's eye rolling to his reaction, Sam couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. He could have guessed he would have received something along those lines, she was a cheerleader after all. But if he would have actually come out and told her the true answer her reaction may have been something similar. Or her own answer. Actually, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to hear her answer. It would drive him pretty crazy with just the word, or two. But he hadn't been in that phase of the day for a very long time. Okay, maybe he had but it was never taken care of, he was just stuck riding it out on his own. But that was alright. At the time he took it out on Sarah's old boyfriend, over and over again. After that he hadn't had an antsy day for more then a few minutes.

Okay, enough with the dirty stuff, even though he was a guy and it was part of the human nature to think of such things. But what he was probably going to end with was the fear that something along the lines of what happened to his sister, would happen to his "girl" or "partner". Sarah's boyfriend had seemed like a really great guy until that happened, then he completely turned into the opposite of how he usually was. Sam was actually afraid that that would happen to him. You could never tell. Getting hit with news that you got a girl pregnant was a lot for a guy. Some may not realize it because it's always the female that has the problems and has to deal with the baby and the medical crap. But the guys get nailed just as hard by the parents. And the good ones get hammered with medical bills and a new responsibility, not to mention a severely hormonal girl. It was hard on both.

Sam came back to the present when Roman shifted around again and focused his vision back on her brunette head. When she mentioned she was cold he finally took notice to the chill in the air. For most of the time he had been talking to Roman he hadn't felt cold, but a warm tingle. But now that the topic was brought to the front it caused his crown to tip back toward the sky and examine the graying clouds. The promise of rain was hanging around them like a thick blanket, the scent of the air was probably the biggest hint. Most people say you can't smell rain, or snow, but you really can. There is that sudden change in the wind that brings the smell of wet grass wavering around the atmosphere. It's a nice thing to smell on a hot summer day, but on a frigid day like this it was something that was least welcomed.

Sure, a walk sounds good. The movement would help their body generate heat to keep them warmer. Until you walked so much your toes get so cold you can't feel them or so cold they feel hot. That's usually when you know it's time to find a warm place to crash for a while until all movement comes back into your legs. Nope, football was a six a.m. practice this morning. I've got the rest of the day. He smiled gently, slightly emitted a fake yawn and focused on the girls who had just sauntered by. Their giggles were a bit acted, more noticeable then they probably would have been if Sam and Roman hadn't been standing there. They just wanted to be noticed. He wasn't incredibly fond of wannabes, but they were tolerable.

Once the girls had passed, Sam returned his gaze back to the girl he had most interest in at the moment, his smile returning. So, where are we walking to? Taking the last sip of his coffee, Sam crushed the cup in his hand and trashed it in the bin next to the bench. The coffee helped him warm up somewhat but not entirely. But he was a football player, he manned up to the cold. Fists curled and stuffed themselves into the fleece lining of his jacket as forest tainted optics moved from one end of the street to the other. Behind them was the way back to the school and ahead of them was, who knew what. He hadn't gotten that far before scenting the coffee and stopping. But he was fine with going anywhere. Gave him something to do to keep his mind off things.

Swimming was about the last thing he would have expected to come from her mouth. He thought she was cold? Well, he wouldn't mind taking a dip in the pool...if he were part of the Polar Bear Club. He never understood that concept...since it was mostly just a bunch of really old fat people diving into icy lakes or...whatever. Their fat probably acts like blubber or something to keep them warm. Ew, that was kind of a gross thing to think about since most of those guys were hairy and wrinkly. Ew, gross. Hopefully he would stop thinking about that before they made it to the pool. Yea, he'd go. Mostly because he was up for anything.

Tipping his dial down to look at the girl he smiled yet again. The idea of pool water posing as bath water was nice to think about. He actually wanted to take a nice soak in a hot tub to relax his muscles. They were still a bit tense from practice, which was actually more of a try-out for him. But he hadn't played in so long he lost condition. Most people, girls in particular, would disagree but when you were talking football, he was a limp noodle. Okay, not in that dirty analogy way, he just meant weak. Without the conditioning his muscles were more sore then usual. The cold air wasn't helping that too much but he just ignored it. Warm water would help relax them, even if it was a thousand pounds of chlorinated aqua, as long as it was warm.

The plea that came from Roman's lips was enough to make him say 'yes' even if he didn't want to. But the idea sounded pretty inviting. A chuckle escaped his lips when she wrapped her arms around his in plea. Alright alright. I'll come. Grin widened to reveal his white incisors as his optics averted down to Roman's hopeful face again. The look over her glowing features was drawing him in further as they walked back toward the school building. I don't have my trunks. And unless she had already come prepared with her suit on or they were going skinny dipping, a stop at the dorms would be mandatory anyway.

(:P i always lack muse toward the end of threads lol)