Music In Me

Introduction

Introduction: When Lauren Maitlin and Mason Hudson met, it was at a fourth of July party. Lauren went through her friends front door and the first thing she saw was a tall boy with long black hair that almost covered his eyes. He was helping Gwen McClear's mother cutting celery and putting it in a giant pot of something that smelled something like some sort of soup.   Mrs. McClear turned to look at Lauren and smiled. "Hello, Lauren! Just in time, do you have the steak for the barbecue?"   She nodded, keeping her eyes of the boy.

"Yep, I gave it to Mom cuz she wanted it in the cooler. She's talking to your husband right now."   Mrs. McClear gave her a light smile.

"Thank you, sweetie." She walked out the door to find her husband. The boy stopped cutting and stared at Lauren as she took a pitcher from the cupboard and poured some iced tea into it, not caring for the little bit cute boy.    

"What's your name?" He finally asked after a long time of stares and awkward silence.  

 She turned to him. "Lauren. What about you?"    He laughed. I guess his laugh is a little cute, too, thought Lauren.

"I'm Mason Hudson, I live a few houses up. Does Gwen talk about me a lot?"  

 She shrugged. "Well, she says there's a boy who lives in the neighberhood who is very selfish, annoying and stupid. But, that couldn't be you right?" She laughed with him this time.    

He smiled, showing off perfect, white, healthy looking teeth. "Yeah, she likes me. I mean, I don't blame her. Everyone devlopes a crush on me when they get to know me."    She giggled. "Sure, man. I'm sure everyone loves you to death."  

 "I know. I bet you do, and you only knew me for five minutes." He said.   

 She almost dropped the pitcher but re-caught it. "I do not!" she insisted.  

 He smiled and shook his head. "Sure, Lauren. I'm sure in three weeks, you'll just fall head over heels for me."    "Oh, really? How much you wanna bet?" She challenged him.  

 "Ten bucks. I'm a smooth criminal."    

Out of anger and silliness, she grabbed a handful of mashed potatos and threw them at his face, making him look like a teenaged Santa Claus. "Stop quoting Micheal Jackson for Pete's sake, Man!"  

 She immediatly felt bad and handed him a towel. "So sorry, Mason."    

He wiped off his face and smiled slyly. "You already love me, I can see it in your eyes."  

 She squinted her eyes in the most threatening way towards him. "Lauren," her mother called from the front yard. "Do you want steak or a hotdog?"    

"Coming!" She answered. She looked at Mason, punched him in the arm and ran out of the room. He watched her go, smiling and mummuring to himself.