Christine walked onto her school's track field with her dance uniform on. Yes, she was on the school's dance team. She also joined GSA [Gay Straight Alliance] because she was a big supporter of equal rights, Yearbook, and she played three instruments. Christine knew she was set for college, plus she had one hundred and fifty volunteer hours under her belt. Her best friend Brittney was on the dance team with her but their best friend Morgan was on cheerleading. Cathy was in science club, content on blowing things up. Vince was on the baseball team just like Parker had been, just not as great. Zach, however, was on the wrestling team. He had been recruited in the seventh grade and was one of the best wrestlers in the state. Her family and friends were off to great starts. Christine smiled when she spotted Michael Hodgins leaning against the gate smiling at her. Of course, they had grown up together so she should be immune to his charm. Michael was always the reason she had been in trouble when they were younger. He could get her to do anything with that Hodgins intellect and smile. She had liked him since she was twelve. He had kissed her on the lips, becoming her first kiss, and she had smacked him. Mikey as the family called him, had laughed at her and winked. Christine didn't want to be in love with the boy, she just couldn't help it. Michael had been in love with Christine since they were kids, he knew it. He kissed her to prove it and had been working to make her his since that fateful kiss. His mother warned him then not to kiss Christine Booth unless he planned on marrying her because his Uncle Booth would kill him. Michael knew Booth would, and he planned on marrying his daughter so he could keep that promise. Christine approached Michael with her famous Booth charm smile, the smile that had gotten her most things throughout her life. Michael was captured by that smile.

"Stalking me now?" Christine questioned.

"No, just casually following you around." Michael replied, stepping toward Christine.

"Shouldn't you be doing something instead of bothering me?"

"Nope, you know it's not baseball season yet."

Michael had been the big baseball man on campus ever since Parker left. He had taken the team to the State Championship the past three years he had been in highschool.

"Yea, I know. A couple of more months and it will be."

"Will you be cheering for me when it comes around?"

"Not a cheerleader but maybe." Christine said flirting.

She took a step closer to Michael with a huge smile on her face.

"So winter formal is in three weeks."

"So it is."

"The beginning of December. I'm buying two tickets. I was wondering who I should take with me."

"Hmm, well let's see. You've got the cheerleaders especially you're main one."

Michael laughed. He knew who Chrissy was referring to. Samantha Breckinridge. Samantha made it plain her freshman year, seeing as she was a sophomore like Christine, that Michael was the only boy she wanted. Michael brushed her off as another girl in the long line of girls who he would never date. Christine had always hated the girl, from elementary school to middle school to now. Michael had assured her before he wasn't interested in Sammy but somehow Chrissy had never been one hundred percent positive of his statement.

"I'd rather take you."

"Well I'll consider my options and place you along the other candidates."

"Who else has asked you?"

"Kale Jacobs, Greg-"

"Greg asked you?"

"Yea, now can I finish?" Christine asked, batting her long eyelashes at him.

Michael nodded for her to continue.

"William Becker, Steve Ferris, Paul Dishallow, and Craig Holland."

"Wow. That's a lot."

Michael was astonished. Everyone had a thing for Chrissy, he knew. He just didn't think anyone would act on it.

"Well, it is me."

Michael couldn't help but smile at Chrissy. Cocky as ever the girl was.

"But since I've known you and I was your first kiss, shouldn't I be a top candidate?"

"I'll consider what you've mentioned and deliberate. I'll get back to you on that."

Christine began to walk away as the dance team started coming out of the locker room. Brittney smiled at her, giving her two thumbs up as she passed. Michael grabbed her back by her arm.

"Come on, Christine. Don't make me beg."

"I know you would." She replied back laughing.

"Please. Please." He said smiling at her.

The cheerleading team headed out into the field now. Morgan waved at the couple, giving her a approving nod making Christine laugh.

"Go to practice Morgan!"

"I could say the same to you!"

Christine laughed but the laugh soon faded as Samantha came into her line of vision. Christine smirked at the girl, suddenly holding Michael's hand. Chrissy waved at her. Samantha's smile turned into a frown as she stomped off. Michael couldn't help but laugh.

"She asked me to the dance you know." Michael said to see Chrissy's reaction.

Christine simply rolled her eyes of disgust.

"And yet, you're here with me."

"And yet I am."

"I'll go to the dance with you." Christine told him smiling.

There was no way she would ever say no to him.

"I knew you would. You're holding me hand."

Christine dropped his hand instantly but couldn't help the blush that inhabited her cheeks. She smiled at him.

"I've got to get to practice."

"I'll be watching." He said winking at her.

Christine's smile grew a tenfold as she walked over to the dance team. It was like a fairytale was coming true.

It was nine at night. Christine usually was eating Chinese food or stuck in her room at this time. Yet she found herself walking into the kitchen. She heard voices that sounded like her parents. Her mother and father were sitting at the table, close enough to breathe one another's breath. They were saying they loved one another. They started kissing and Chrissy just looked on. Most kids got grossed out and told their parents to stop but Chrissy thought it was nice. Her parents showed they were affectionate by bickering most of the time. Not in a bad way, it was just the way they were. At odds. Chrissy liked to catch moments they usually reserved for private. Her younger siblings like Tommy and Patience were the type to fake throw up when they saw their parents kissing. Zach and Vince ignored them. Chrissy and Parker found it nice. Chrissy knew her parents loved one another, sometimes it just nice to see and hear it.

"Eww stop!" Patience said coming in, going into the refrigerator.

Bones and Booth laughed pulling a part. Chrissy had an urge to throw her thirteen year old sister into a wall.

"You don't like when I kiss Bones?"

"Keep the PDA to a minimum. There are children around." Patience said walking out of the kitchen.

"I like it."

Both Booth and Brennan turned around. They had not seen or heard Christine come in.

"We didn't see you Chris." Booth said smiling.

"I know. If you had, you wouldn't have been making out. … Just nice to see you to kiss sometimes. So I know you're not totally weird. I mean, I know you guys do it because, I'm here. But the affection is cute."

Brennan and Booth smiled at their daughter.

"Sorry if I made it awkward. I just wanted some pineapple juice."

Chrissy went into the fridge and got her juice.

"Night Mom. Night Dad."

Christine walked out of the kitchen but she could hear her parents kissing again. Life wasn't bad.