I met Kyle on the 2nd day of band camp. I was known as Lanie's little sister to him and majority of upper-class band. I knew he was off-limits to start with. On the first day of band camp, I'd been warned 6 times about him. 3 of those times were from Gretchen, my neighbor and best friend.

"Liz, listen to me. Kyle used to be my boyfriend, and I thought he was all that and a box of chocolates. But he's more like the guy in John Tucker Must Die" She would tell me, warning me if I ever went out with him there would be hell to pay.

But, he seemed like someone who was genuinely sweet and caring, with a few laughs here and there.

Band Camp flew by in the week I was there… all because I was amazed with how HOT and funny Kyle truly was. Gretchen and her friends wouldn't buy it for a second. I flirted around with him and stole something of his, but he didn't care and laughed whenever I showed it off. (Gretchen wanted to ruin it with permanent marker.) Any time I would make contact with him, I'd get whisked away by Gretchen or her friends, and lectured for how careless I could be for talking to him.

Band Camp Dance was the best time of the whole band camp week. I was dancing with my boyfriend and out of nowhere Kyle tapped him on the shoulder to ask if he could cut in. I only danced with him twice, but when I did, I felt amazing. He made me feel so comfortable, it was amazing. I felt like I was flying.

As I headed back to the dorm that night, with all the drama going on (there was 6 girls in each room!) I felt like I was … I dunno. The feeling was indescribable.

I forgot all about it for a while, helping two crying friends patch up things with boys who broke their hearts. I couldn't help but have a twinge of happiness when someone asked me about my night or who I danced with.

I lay in bed that night with my, and thought of how great it would be if we were going out…

But there are a few problems with that.

I have a boyfriend.

Gretchen would be furious.

My own sister would freak.

He's the superintendent's son.

Sometimes trumpets and clarinets clash.

Worst of all,

He's a senior; I'm just a freshman.

There was so much separating me from him, but it didn't seem to bother me for the time being.

Every single word out of his mouth made me smile for hours on end.

It was pretty hard, though, to actually try and stop.

This is just to get started... it'll get better, I promise. Especially when I include band nights and football games. )

R&R