Heeeey everyone~ I've started another story! I have no idea where it is going to go, I just know that I want to write another story.

I just love this couple so much! I hope you all enjoy!

-VioletHorizon


Chapter 1

My name is Kevin Dames.

"Kevin I love you," girls scream.

"Kevin go out with me," others holler.

"No! Go out with me Kevin," many argue.

I'm a senior at Peach Creek High, captain of the football team, and the most popular guy in school—if you couldn't tell from the screaming girls.

We had just won another game, our fifth straight game. The locker rooms were full of cheering and hollering fans and teammates. I really wished they would quiet down. It was just another win, it wasn't like it was something we weren't used to. I was quick to shower and change before anyone else. I made my way to the side door that led into the school to find myself alone in the hall. I knew it wouldn't be long before a group of girls would be joining me.

I was right.

Three. There were three girls who followed me into the school and wrapped their arms around mine. What guy would disapprove of hot girls touching them and spending time with them?

To be honest, I didn't. Most of high school I had had this popularity which meant I had had my fair share of the girls in this school. It was getting repetitive and boring and no matter how hard I tried to find something new and interesting, I always came up empty.

I left the girls who had followed me in the front of the school and had begun to make my way home on foot. My brand new bike was having engine troubles and I knew I wouldn't be able to ride it until I had a chance to look at it. The walk home was quiet which I rather enjoyed. After all the screaming and yelling that had just gone on back in school, it was nice to be able to actually hear myself think.

As I got closer to home I crossed the street and walked on the sidewalk that would lead straight to the front of my house. Better to cross now than to cross the circular piece of blacktop at the end of the cul-de-sac.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure move. I stopped and watched him for a second. He had a long red shirt, dark blue shorts, and a black beanie that never seemed to leave his head. I knew him. He was from my cul-de-sac. He lived directly across the street from me. The only probably I really had with that guy was the fact that he hung out with the immature and obnoxious Eddy; man how I hate that guy.

"Hey there," I heard his soft voice slash through my thoughts. "Are you okay?"

He bent down near a box and put his hands on his knees.

"You are rather filthy. We should clean you up a bit." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He leaned forward and started to clean whatever it was that was in front of him.

For some reason I found myself staring at him, curious to see what was in the box. My hands slid into my pockets and I leaned my weight on my right leg. My head tilted to the side and I tried to get a better look at whatever it was that was in front of me.

"There," he said as he picked up the object from the box.

My brows furrowed. A cat? But, this guy didn't touch anything like that. Why was he picked up a germ infested cat of the street? I squinted and tried to see if there was something about the kitten that would make him want to touch it. But there didn't seem to be anything special about it. He had orange fur and I couldn't quite make out the eye color. Maybe there was something about its eyes?

I shrugged and watched as the boy cradled the cat in his arms and made his way towards the cul-de-sac. Too bad we weren't walking to-

I stopped myself by smacking my face. What was I thinking? Walking back to the cul-de-sac together with delicate-

I stopped myself again and continued on my way home.