Just another transfer student; nothing special. Jason didn’t look up from his book—he’d had these song lyrics stuck in his head all day and he c...uldn’t remember the band. He wanted to write them down and show them to Matt, who was an expert on random shit like that. Things carried on as normal for the next few days. After Ms. Lopez went over their vocab, they were encouraged to take some time with a partner to study. Jason leaned back, prepared to do it on his own as he always did, when he saw. I stood up, nervously tugging at the shirt that was adorned over my body. It seemed like forever as the door handle turned, but finally he was standing in the doorway. I squealed happily as I dashed forward, throwing my arms around his neck. His strong arms wove their way around my body as he leaned down, lightly brushing his slightly chapped lips over mine. I couldn't hold back a moan, standing on my tip toes I reached in, desperately trying to deepen the kiss. I could feel a smile form on his. “Can I get you something?” she smiled sweetly, those finely shaped dark eyebrows suggesting that perhaps the shoulder-length, rather pretty blonde hair was not her natural birthright, not that this could ever have detracted from the overall package, you understand. The only thing I wanted her to get me right that second was a room we might share across the way at the small cottage that I noted was advertising itself as a bed and breakfast stop-over. I noticed the name-tag just above the curve. The letter started off talking about the stuff they normally talked about. It soon evolved into things they really didn’t discuss in the confined space of the card shop, silly trivia like favorites and middle names. She asked him a bunch of questions and clearly indicated she wanted to continue trading letters. Korey thought the letter writing was awesome, he could get to know her even better and it gave him an excuse to think about her during the week. At the time, he didn’t realize that.