His Girl

Clover Anderson was a small town girl. Not as small town as Mayberry or Stars Hollow, but just small enough to be bubbly and full of heart, at least as every family show would teach you to expect.
Standing at five foot three, she was one of the shortest girls in her class. Her caramel highlights failed to completely hide her long dark roots, and her piercing blue eyes could have just about anyone she wanted, wrapped around her finger. A senior in high school, amazing photographer and overall popular Brainiac, she thought she had just about every lesson learned...the key word would be "thought"...

Denver Hopkins was tall, dark haired and handsome. Towering at about six foot five, his muscles weren't the only reason most would back down simply by his glare.
His hair fell into short, perfect curls. He was the senior star of the track team; knowing just about everyone in town, though his popularity wasn't just gained through star potential, but pure soul.
Though one of the nicest people you could ever meet, he wasn't afraid to correct those who were in desperate need of it.

"Watch" as the story unravels, when Clover catches Denver's eye.