Hilary sat down on her couch, on a cool March evening. She was terribly bored and had nothing to do. She had a 5-day long weekend due to teacher meetings and such. (Though in all reality, Hilary and her friends had decided that the teachers were being lazy and wanted a break as much as the students.) Though this was a good time to relax, Hilary had nothing to do. Her parents were out of town at business meetings, and all of her friends were busy.

Hilary sighed and went out to her front porch and sat down on the steps and looked around. It was cloudy outside, and just a tad bit moist. It was gloomy outside, no denying it, no one was walking outside. Everyone was inside their nice and cozy warm houses, laughing with family and friends. Hilary looked at the house next door, where the only teenager in her neighbourhood lived. It was teenage boy named Tyson Granger.

Tyson went to Hilary's school, but the two barely ever talked. Just occasionally, they would bump into each other when they were both outside. She had to admit, he was cute and nice. He was decent, better than most of the guys at her school. In all reality, Hilary had an unspeakable crush on the boy-next-door. The brunette groaned as she thought about her crush. Hilary thought she had no chance with Tyson. They were 2 totally different people who barely ever talked. So, all Hilary could do was want from afar.

Hilary sighed again and looked around her yard for something to do. She saw a small bottle labelled, BUBBLES. Hilary smiled; she hadn't played with bubbles in years. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Hilary went and picked up the bottle. Opening the lid and holding the plastic stick, Hilary carefully blew into the stick and giggled as she watched the bubbles fly around her.

Hilary took a deep breath and then blew out a continuous flow of air and watched in amazement as all the bubbles flew- no, GLIDED, around her yard. She then stood up and blew some more bubbles. An insane giggle fell on Hilary's lips. She began to giggle insanely and blew more bubbles.

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Sighing at his desk, Tyson Granger looked down at his currently unfinished Biology homework. He had procrastinated so much, even though he had a 5-day weekend to finish the report, he would need at least a week to get a good DRAFT. Looking out the window, huffing, he noticed the neighbour girl, Hilary, was outside giggling as she played with bubbles. He chuckled to himself too; it was quite amusing to see his 14 year old neighbour being amused by something as simple as bubbles.

Tyson looked down at his textbook and the cute girl a few times, then he abruptly stood up and slammed his biology book shut. He went grabbed a simple hoodie, and then slowly opened the front door. Peeking at Hilary, Tyson felt himself blush. He felt like a peeping tom. Watching her, he noticed she was very clumsy and fell down a lot when spinning around. He chuckled slightly to himself. Thinking to himself, he noticed that Hilary was also appearing to be having a lot of fun.

Tyson smiled, and then tip toed towards Hilary, her back was towards him. He moved stealthily, like a ninja.

Hilary giggled again to herself, amazed that she was having so much fun with bubbles. She spun around, only to fine her crush right behind her! She stepped back in shock, in mid turn and felt herself falling. Tyson chuckled at her startled expression, only to see her fall. Instinctively, he held his arms out to catch and support her.

Hilary let out a quick shriek before realizing she was in someone's arms. She opened one eye a crack, only to see Tyson chuckling at her. Hilary blushed bright red, and immediately got up, her arms feeling strangely cold.

"So…I take it you were watching me." Hilary flustered, turning around and walking back towards her front porch and her bubbles.

"You could say that." Tyson replied nonchalantly as he sat down next to Hilary on her porch step. Hilary looked at Tyson in shock; she didn't expect him to stay. Closing her mouth though, she decided it was better not to ask questions. After all, this was a miracle!

"So…" Tyson started, but left off not knowing what to say. Instead, he grabbed at the bottle in Hilary's hand and the stick and decided he was going to try and play with bubbles.

As soon as he started blowing, he realized why Hilary had been giggling earlier. He chuckled to himself again and blew into the plastic wand.

"So do you do this often?" Tyson asked, curious. Hilary swiped at the bottle of entertaining bubbles and took the plastic stick out and blew into it. After she was done with her fit of giggles, she looked at him casually, trying to hide her excitement, and said "No, not usually. I usually catch up on schoolwork, but I'm already about a week ahead so there really isn't anything I can do."

His mouth opened wide, Tyson quickly remembered his manners and shut his mouth. He took the bubbles from Hilary. He held the plastic stick in his hand and toyed with it a moment in his hands and then looked at Hilary.

"Well then, it's a good thing you're doing this, because I think you need to have more fun." And after saying fun, Tyson blew into the stick and bubbles came flying out. But Tyson had been smart, he directed the bubbles right at Hilary, and they flew right around her head before popping on her nose.

Hilary giggled at the bubble that popped on her nose.

They talked a bit more and found out how much they had in common. They both were interested in the same music, but had enough of a difference to bicker slightly. They both preferred comedy and action to gooey romances.

She looked into Tyson's deep brown eyes and realized that they had both been unconsciously leaning towards each other during their conversations. She sighed a bit, inching towards him a bit more. Tyson looked into her deep ruby eyes, breathing in her sweet scent. He hadn't noticed these little things before when he was with her. He had no regrets leaning in, almost tasting her sweet scent.

Eyes half closed, both leaned in simultaneously, when suddenly, bubbles came between them. Jumping back, startled, Hilary glanced over at the bushes to no avail. Frowning slightly, she looked at Tyson again, who was bright red at the near kiss.

Slightly disgruntled, Tyson looked away from Hilary, red in the face. He looked down at the watch he wore and noticed he needed to get back to his house if he was going to finish his biography project. He groaned but stood up. Hilary looked at him in surprise. He held his hand up and she gladly accepted, his hand feeling warm in hers and vice versa.

He looked at her and gave her a frown, only to find he couldn't when he looked at her. He just sighed and kicked a rock.

"I've got to go Hilary…my Grandpa will kill me if I don't get my biology report done…and I procrastinated so much. Ugh, it would take me a week to get a good DRAFT." He groaned at the thought. "Plus, I'm dead if I get anything lower then a C…"

Hilary laughed. "Is that what this fuss is all about? I'm already done with everything….you know…I could help you." She told him. He looked into her eyes, and she saw how excited he was and blushed.

"You really mean it, Hilary?" he asked, excitement as evident in his voice as it was in his eyes. Hilary smiled back at him.

"Of course! I'd be glad to do it!"

"How about you come over to my house tomorrow?"

"Sure."

Tyson grinned from ear to ear. "I'll call you." He turned around to run back to his house, absolutely ecstatic about how the day had turned around, when Hilary turned HIM around.

Her heart hammering, she looked up at him and then lightly gave him a kiss on the cheek. Blushing furiously, she whispered, "Call me," In his ear and ran off. Closing the door, she peeked through the crack quickly to see Tyson standing in the middle of her yard shocked.

Tyson stood there, looking like a big idiot as his hand reached up to touch the place where Hilary's lips touched his cheeks. His cheeks burned and tingled; it was a pleasant sensation. Realizing he was still in the middle of Hilary's backyard, he quickly grinned and ran back towards his house, eager to get ready for his study date the next day.