Ryan shouldn't be so pouty; his team is in the championship, and he should be proud that his father's legacy can live on within him.

Ryan (10:23 PM): I can't sleep.

But he can't handle the fact that this game is far away from Pine Hill University, far from you. All the guys were enjoying their time away from school work or clingy significant others. But Ryan was lying in bed underneath the sheets with his phone in his hand.

Ryan (10:24 PM): It's been a while since I've slept alone. I miss being in your dorm, even though I complain about those annoying ass stuffed animals.

As the pitcher, he wanted to ensure he rested enough to practice before the game in the morning. But how could he? You were back at home, and he was in Los Angeles.

Ryan (10:25 PM): You always take the covers and put your cold feet on me too. I can't believe that I miss that too.

His eyes flicker to the contact picture he has for you, eyes that swallow him whole, and that silly expression on your face that you always complained about. But he'd never change it.