Mason's POV~ I have no idea why i was so attracted to this girl. I mean, she was pretty, funny, sweet. But that wasn't it. I didn't want to talk to her at first- i didn't want to talk to anyone, my "mother" made me come here- but it was like something was pulling me, drawing me to her. I have to know her. I have to know everything about her.

I exited the meeting room once the meeting ended- which was very boring- and started toward the directions she gave me- after going to the bathroom- when my mother called. I talked as fast as i could, but it still took a good 8 minutes. I put my phone away in my pocket and finally headed toward her. When i get there, she looks up at me immediately, as if surprised. Did she not think I was going to come?

Normal POV~ The morning meeting was boring. I really don't see a point in going there. I already know what classes I'm taking- because they have the same ones every year -and all of the other ones are for little kids. I exit the meeting room after a half hour of pointless discussion and head for the bathroom. I was one of the first to leave. I use the facilities and freshen up before heading to - what i like to call - the secret garden. When i get there, it's even more beautiful than i remember. I sit down, rest my head on the wall and stare at the sky. After about 10 minutes, I hear a noise beside me and look over to find Mason walking out. 10 minutes had been long enough for me to go through all the motions: extreme excitement, happy, worried, hopeful, and sad. He had seemed pretty interested in me before, so I figured he would get here pretty fast. I was just about to give up and leave when he came out. What else could i feel besides surprise? I look away as fast as i can and hope that he didn't notice.

"You didn't think i was going to come, did you?" He said with disappointment.

"It's just that I've been waiting here for at least ten minutes and, you know girls. Always jumping to the wrong conclusions." God i sound so lame, I thought. 'You know girls', god that sounds stupid.

"Sorry. I went to the bathroom and then my mother called."

"What was it about?"

"She was wondering if i met anyone interesting yet." He Mason said casually.

"What'd you say?" I was completely curious.

"I told her that i wasn't sure yet." He winked at me as he took a seat on the bench beside me.

I didn't know what to say, and i wasn't very good at small talk, so i just said "Got any hobbies?". Once i said it out loud, it sounded a lot more stupid than i thought it would.

"Yeah, I play piano." We have something in common.

"Oh, me too." I say smiling, and he smiles the sweetest, tenderest, yummiest smiles ever.

"Do you have any other hobbies?"

"Photography." I say absent-mindedly. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by his breath-taking smile.

He realized that i was staring at him and stared right back. And in that moment, i felt safe, secure, and the strongest feelings for a man than i have ever felt. And i have dated a lot in the past two years, which is weird because I'm only fourteen and my dad is a total pain in the ass about men. But no one was exciting, no one was thrilling, no one made me weak in the knees and forget everything around me. Like how i feel with him.

"What's your favorite thing to take pictures of?" He asked, never taking his gaze of me.

"People." I said as i broke the gaze and rested my head on the wall, again.

"What kind of people?"

"People that look interesting. There's a story in their body language, and all i have to do is take a picture of it, capture it, and I can read it forever."

"And what do i look like?" He said, sounding completely interested, as he laid his head on the wall.

That would have been a tough question, but all i had to do was look at his face, his eyes, his lips, and i knew the answer.

"Like you want to be kissed."

I knew i was right when he put his hand on mine, seductively. I heard in a movie that the woman should only do 10% in preparation of the kiss, and let the man do the rest. So, i slightly leaned my head in, to tell him that it's okay, and let him do the rest. His lips collided with mine, and i felt light-headed. It felt like a million fireworks went off on my lips, and in my mind. Every nerve on my body was tingling, jumping for joy.

He slowly moved his hand from mine, slowly working its way up my thigh and resting on my waist. I know that i can't let this go any further, considering that we just met and that we're on church grounds, but i feel like I've known him forever and that it would be okay. I put my hand to his head and grab his hair. It felt nice and smooth, like silk. This felt so good and passionate. His lips were nice and moist, but not to moist, and slightly tasted like vanilla and honey. He was just putting his hands further down, almost to my ass when... my stomach growled, very loudly. I was so busy thinking about Mason that i didn't even realize what time it was.

We pulled away from each giggling and i look at the time on my phone. 11:32. Wow. It felt like it had only been a few minutes. I guess we were staring at each other for a lot longer than I thought.

"Didn't have breakfast?" Mason asked.

"Just an apple."

"Did you bring lunch?"

"No, i forgot." I said with a guilty-smiling face. I usually bring a can of peaches and a plastic fork with me for lunch, but today i forgot.

"Well, maybe we should get some food in you."

"What do you suggest?" I asked, curious.

"I saw a Wendy's on the way here. Wanna go?" Mason asked.

I took a second to consider it: If i don't accept his offer, then I'll be starving until we go home at 4:30, but then again, why wouldn't I?

"Sure." It suddenly hit me: how would we get there? I didn't want to walk the mile 1/2 to get there. But, isn't he sixteen? He probably has a driver's license.

"Then follow me." He said, getting up to open the door.