"Ooo I'm sure," he grinned. "Just having an off day that once," he teased. "But the cheering squad was in fine form," he tickled her side a bit.

He fanned himself jokingly with a goofy grin. "You know I always thought those pants were quite flattering," he grinned, waggling his eyebrows at her. "I'll come to your games too," he promised.

"That looks good," he said catching her, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Oh James Franco, he's so dreamy," he laughed. He did catch the last bit but he didn't know what else to say other than pull his hat down a little lower and smirk.

Sam lead her through the student parking lot and to the space where he parked his motorcycle and his truck. He grabbed his two helmets out of his truck and his leather jacket. He handed over his jacket and the smaller helmet to Ginger. "You don't mind the bike do you?"