Travis and Isabella talked for a while until Carrie came back and joined their conversation. However a man came and told Carrie that her uncle wanted her and she left, leaving the two alone again. They talked, and talked.
"Do you have a cell phone?" Travis asked suddenly.
"Yeah," Isabella replied. "You?"
"Yeah," he took a deep breath. "Do you- do you mind, could I have uh... your number," he said nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah, sure, that'll be cool," Isabella said smiling before naming off her number, and then Travis named off his, and they both entered the numbers into their phones.
"I'm...really glad you were here," Travis said hesitantly.
"Me too," Isabella said, also hesitantly not used to speaking her feelings, especially not to a guy.
"You're....amazing" he smiled at her, a half, crooked smile. The smile warmed Isabella's heart.
"You're not so bad yourself," Isabella said, smiling shyly back at him. Before she knew what was happening, Travis had leaned forward kissed her, and drew back. His face and turned a pinkish color, and he looked embarrassed.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I shouldn't have done that, we just met, I felt compelled to and I'm sorry."
"That's ok," Isabella said. It was more than ok, it was her first kiss. She smiled at him, to let him know she meant it.
"Really?"
"Yeah,"
"Cool," He sighed with obvious relief. "So... do you..." He didn't get to say anymore because Isabella's dad came over from one side, and Lance Bentley came over from the other. Seeing the other they both grew angry.
"You!" They said at the same time.
"What is your son doing talking to my daughter?" David asked, gripping Isabella's shoulders.
"What is your daughter doing talking to my son?" Lance asked, gripping Travis' shoulders.
Travis and Isabella just looked at each other, disappointed at this find. The two fathers led their children away, but Travis and Isabella both turned back to catch each others eye one last time.
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