Thank you so much for all your reviews....I already have 14, which is in my opinion pretty good for 3 chapters. Anyways...the flashback in this chapter answers the question of why Ryan was the Mascot at the championship. Also I think that I am spending way to much time with my opa because there is a little part in this flashback which was insprired by his obessions with Volkswagons. You'll see what I mean.

Travis grumbled slightly when his grandmother was done. " Awe....how come all your stories are so romantic? I mean, Scott Bolton is always talking about how his grandfather lead the East High Wildcat Basketball team to back to back state championship in his senior year. How come you don't tell us stories like that Grandpa?"

Ryan chukled slightly. "Because I have never lead the Wildcats to a championship game. But, Scott's grandfather is a very close friend of your grandmother and mine, and we were both at that game."

" Infact," Kelsi added with a smile, " Your father was actually apart of that game."

Eric gave his grandfather a questioning look. " You played basketball."

Ryan shook his head. " Oh, no....I can't play baskteball worth a darn. But I was part of that game....kind of. And it was all your grandmother's fault..."

Ryan let out a sigh as he glanced at the alarm clock on the desk beside his bed. Although it was only 8:45 in the morning, he was already bored and restless. His parents were away in Europe for the weekend and his sister was still asleep...and since he greatly disliked being alone, he decided to call Kelsi- even though she had warned to never call her in the morning unless she needed to be up.

He rolled his eyes as her phone kept ringing, and after the 4th ring he was about to hang when he heard a grumble on the other line. ' This better be good Evans."

" Good morning to you too, sergent sunshine.' She groaned at his cheerfulness and he laughed. ' How would you like to do me a favour?'

" What kind of favour?" she asked, still half asleep.

" A small one."

She groaned again. " But it's like not even nine in the morning and it's Saturday."

" I'll bring you breakfast," he said in an attempt to sweet- talk her. " And oh, I have something I want to show you."

" It better be a damn good breakfast."

He smiled. ' The best you have ever had. I'll be there in less then an hour, so be ready." He hung up before she had a chance to grumble at him again and then ran down the stairs to make her breakfast.

Forty- Five minutes later he pulled into the Nielsen's driveway and honked his horn. Kelsi emerged from the front door moments later and he could out of the car to meet her in the driveway.

" What, no Vespa?" she asked, eyeing the car.

" I decided to leave it at home today," he replied with a smirk.

" And you decided to bring the car because?"

His smiled got bigger. " Not the car, Kels......my car."

She raised an eyebrow and loooked the car over. ' Your car?"

He nodded. " Yep. Got it yesterday. A graudation present from my grandparents."

She furrowed her brow. " But we aren't graduating for like four months. A little early for a present, don't you think?"

He shrugged. " That's what I said. But they really wanted to get me a Diesel Volkswagon Jetta, instead of a Gas. And apparently the '09 Diesel won't be available in North America until sometime next spring, so they ordered it from Germany. It arrived earlier then they had expected, and they couldn't just leave it in the shipping docks for fours months, so they they gave it to me early."

" I see..."

He shrugged his shoulders. " I mean it's no as flashly as a pink Mustang with my intials on it, but it does way way bettter mileage then that stupid car anyways. Also diesel is cheaper then gas and it has a kind a classy look, which I like. Plus, it I really wanted to I could drive that baby along the bottom of a river, as long as I had a tube circulating air to the engine."

She stared at him for a moment and then began to laugh. " You are just like every other guy when it comes to your car. And here I thought you were different."

" Hey, you would be just as excited if you got a car too."

She nodded. " Yeah, probably. So, anyways where are you taking me?"

" You'll see," he said with a smirk as he opened her door for her and then jogged around to get into the driver's seat.

" Oh yeah," he said afet he buckled his seat belt, " I almost forgot," he reached back to the back seat and grabbed a paper bag and handed it to her along with a thermos, " your breakfast, Miss Nielsen. A lightly toasted plain beagel with herb and garlic cream cheese, a cup of camomile tea with one teaspoon of honey, and a cinnamon bun complements of Zeke."

" Thanks...wait, you saw Zeke this morning? I thought he was in Salt Lake City for the weekend, visiting his grandparents."

" He is," Ryan confirmed as he put the car into reverse, backed out of her driveway and then turned onto the street, " but our freezer is full of his baking. He is always bringing stuff over for my sister, which is great for me because I always have something to snack on."

About fifteen minutes later they pulled into a gym parking loy and Kelsi gave him a questioning look. " What are we doing here?"

He rolled his eyes at her playfully as they both got out of the car and he locked the doors. ' What do most people do at a gym, Kels? I'm going to work out."

" Why?"

" To keep in shape silly."

She playfully smacked his arm. " I know that, I'm not dumb. I just didn't peg you as the kind of guy that does to the gym, that's all."

He shrugged. " My dance instructor insists on it. She says that it is very imporant for someone who takes dance seriously to be in top condition." She nodded, that did make sense. " Normally I have a trainer that comes with me, but he is on vacation. But that's okay, I am only going to bonce aroun on the trampoline today. I am not going to do anything really hard."

" And I am here because?"

He smiled. " You're going to be my spotter." He held the door to the gym open as they both walked through.

" Spotter?"

" Yeah, you know, stand by the edge of the trampoline, hold your hands up and catch me if I fall."

She stopped walking and shook her head at her. " I hate to ruin your great plan there, Mr. Evans, but I am like five two and one hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. If you accidentally landed on me, you might actually kill me."

He stopped walking too, looked her over for a moment and then smacked his forehead. " Duh, great thinking there Evans."

She smirked at his antics. ' We'll just call it a dumb blonde moment."

" Hey, I take offence to that, shorty." He tried to sound serious, but it didn't work, and they both burst into laughter.

After they had stopped laughing, they walked up to the front desk and Ryan pulled out a membership cars and then paid for Kelsi. The man behind the desk pressed a button which unlocked a door to a room full of equipment. " Thanks, " Ryan said as he held the door open for Kelsi. " Okay, I'm going to go get changed. I guess you can head over to the trampoline over there.' He pointed to a trampoline in the far left corner of the gym. She nodded and headed in that direction.

A couple of minutes later he came back waerinf his New York t-shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts. He took off his shoes and then jumped up onto the trampoline and started boucning around. When he did a back flip, Kelsi could not help but stare at him in awe. " I didn't know you could not that."

He shrugged. " I have lots of down time, and nothing better to do."

She glanced at him. " Okay, whatever." He smiled at her and did a twist in the air. " Anyways," she continued once he had landed, " how is the routine for cheer going?"

He stopped bouncing and groaned. " Don't ask." About a month ago Martha gad asked him if he would help the cheerleaders - and Jimmie, they guy who is the Mascot- choreograph a routine for the championship game, and he had been more then happy to help. " Jimmie broke his leg yesterday." he explained.

" Ouch," she winced.

He nodded. " Yeah, it doesn't look good. And now I have a problem. I either have to find someone to replace him and teach them the routine in three days, or I have to create a whole new routine without a mascot and teach it to the entire squad." He sighed. " Where am I going to fine someone who can do all those tumbles?"

She watched as he did the splits in the air and rolled her eyes. " Ryan, why don't you just do it?"

He stopped jumping again and shook his head. " What? Are you crazy?"

" No, I'm serious. Then you don't have to teach anyone anything. I mean you can obviously do the routine, you are the one who created it."

" No way. I mean then I have to waer that ridiculous wildcat costume."

She raised her eyebrows at him. " Ryan, your tikki warrior outfit was a ridiculous costume and you were planning on wearing that for the talent show. Besides, there is a mask so no one has to know that it's you."

" Exactly. What's the point of me doing it if no one is going to know it's me."

She laughed at his childish pout and then tapped the side of the trampoline and indicated for him to take a seat. When he sat down she gently placed her hands on his shoulders. " Because, I will know it's you. And while Gabriella is cheering on her wildcat, I'll be cheering on mine. And he will actually look like a wildcat."

He looked into her eyes for a moment and then he suddenly had the urge to kiss her. The feeling had come so quickly and out of nowhere that it took him by surprise and he swiftly slide off the trampoline, causing her hands to fall off his shoulders. " Um...." he bent down put on his shoes in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.

She frowned slighlty at his sudden change in behaviour. " So are you going to do it or not?"

There was a moment of slience and then he nodded. " Fine, just for you, I'll do it."

She looked down at him and could not help but smile. Then she grabbed his hand. " Ryan," she said softly. He looked up at her, and before he realized what was going on, she was kissing him. A moment later she pulled away and had an embraased look on her face, as if she could not blieve that hse had just done that.

After a moment he cleared his throat and put on a small smile. " You better cheer loud for me."

She smiled back and unchracteristically giggled. " Go, Wildcats, Go."

So there you go....another chapter. I don't that I will be able to get Chapter 5 up until sometime next week. But don't worry..it will be coming. Also I just learned that there is a very good chance that I have the internet on my computer once more starting May 1....which is flipping awsome!!!

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