The warm weather would make for a great football night.

Everyone in Clasville knew this, and therefore, everyone was going to the game, waiting to see their hometown boys kick some major butt on the field.

Bella knew that her whole grade of eighty-five kids would be there. She was debating on whether or not she wanted to go to the game and put up with them all, for she knew, in Clasville none of the teenagers watched the game, but rather, hung out behind the bleachers, away from parents eyes.

Of course, not just her grade, others too, but it didn't make a diference, it was all the same.

After some debating she wearily placed her money for a ticket in the PTA mom's hand, then she walked through the gates and into a hectic world of fans.

She quickly made her way behind the bleachers, only to wonder why she had hurried so fast, of course there was no one to talk to, she quickly looked around.

Then suddenly a boy was by her side, a boy a year older than her, she suddenly remembered his name.

"Mason?" It was more of a question than a statement.

"Bella," he said easily, in a soft voice.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Is it illegal for me to talk to you?" He smiled.

"No, but why would you want to?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he countered back, looking equally surprised.

Bella didn't have an answer for that.

They stopped walkin under a lampost. They stared at each other without speaking. Bella saw a gorgeous young boy, fifteen years old, brown hair that was almost red, freckles, and the most beautiful brown eyes she'd ever seen. Mason saw a beautiful, younger girl, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and an eager face.

They continued to walk.

They stayed like this for the rest of the night, no one bothering them, they traded childhood stories, embarassing moments, fights with parents, and old relationships.

Then they left, both smiling.

Mason really liked this girl, he wondered what his friends would think.

Bella was in love.