The Presidental Primary Race Romance

Isabella Jacobs smiled for the cameras, though they most likely weren't focused on her, but her dad. Her dad, David Jacobs was one of the three hopefuls for the republican primary candidate. Right now he was making a speech. Isabella was sitting in the front row of the audience in between her mom, Jessica, and little brother, Harry. All were dressed in their best. Isabella had on a blue business suit with a skirt and a bun, both of which she hated and felt uncomfortable with. Harry was also squirming in his suit and tie. Her father, the last one to make a speech, finished and they broke to go have a party.
"Mom, can I pleeeease go change?" Isabella begged.
"Ok, take your brother to go get his clothes from the car." Isabella took her brother's hand, and the car keys, and went out to her parent's car and got the two bags of casual clothes.

Fifteen minutes later Isabella emerged from the bathroom in jeans, a light sweater and converse. Her brother was waiting for her, also changed. She brought him to her parents and went back out to the car. She dropped the clothes off at the car and started to head back to the hall where all the republican big shots where. She walked slowly because she really didn't want to go back. She knew no one her own age. When she had almost reached the building she saw the cutest guy ever. He had black hair that covered his ears and green eyes. He wore a black tee and blue jeans. He looked over a her, and Isabella smiled, but then a pretty redhead with green eyes came up to him. Isabella's smile faded and she hurried into the hall.

She was standing over by a plant, trying to hide from the crowd as she snacked.
"Hey," someone said suddenly. Isabella whirled around to see the cute black-haired guy and the pretty redhead.
"Hi,"
"I'm Travis and this is Carrie."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Isabella," she smiled shyly at both of them.
"Nice to meet you, do you often come to these parties?" Carrie asked.
"Yes, I know one of the nominees," Isabella had learned that when she would meet new people, she should keep who her father was a secret.
"Us too, well, I think I'll go mingle. I'll be back soon. Great to met you Isabella, we should hang out during these boring things," Carrie said smiling before she left.

Travis would get Carrie back for leaving him with Isabella. They both stood in silence. Travis wondered which candidate she was close to. He hoped that it wasn't David Jacobs. Travis' father was Lance Bentley, another candidate was practically sworn enemies with David Jacobs. Sure they were nice to each other in front of the cameras, but off cameras they hated each other. He shook himself from his thoughts and focused on the pretty brunette in front of him.
"So," he said.
"So."
"Well this is awkward. How old are you?"
"17, you"
"18."
"Cool, can you drive?"
"Yep."
"I'm not driving yet, I can't wait to."
"It's a blast, you'll enjoy it once you can drive. What's your favorite hobby?"
"Drawing, painting, and reading, what about you?"
"I like painting and reading too, i also play the guitar."
"That's cool. I love listening to music, but can't play anything."
"What's your favorite band?"
"Emery, and a lot of other ones."
"They're cool, I like them too. What's your favorite books?"
"I like Pride and Prejudice, but my favorites have to be Twilight and Breaking Dawn."
"Carrie read those, she absolutely loves Edward," Isabella smiled.
"So do I, I think every female who reads the book loves him," Travis smiled too. He would have to thank Carrie for leaving him alone with this awesome girl.