I remember the first time I spoke to him. We were both freshmen. I had arrived at the first football game of the year. I never was really interested in sports. I was just going because my middle school friends told me to. Although, I hadn't seen them yet.
Great. They made me come here and now I'm alone. I mean, I came of my own free will, but I was persuaded. I'm still alone.
"Hey! Jonas, is it?" I jumped in my spot. It was Mason. Even better. He's the captain of the track and field team. He was also volunteering at the concession stand. Apparently I had wandered over to it. I nodded at him.
"So, how's it going? I heard you entered the school with a bang. You had such high scores on your final. Am I wrong in believing these rumors?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow and curious gaze. There was something mischievous about the way he looked at me. Should it make me feel nervous? My hands began to sweat.
"Oh, hey Mason. I'm doing great! Yeah, those scores were high, but not as high as Michael Ross, though," I stuttered throughout the entire statement. God, I hope he didn't notice too much. "So, how have you been?" We aren't buddies from elementary! Why did I ask him that? Why am I still here?
"I've been better. Although, I'm pretty okay now. Thanks for asking. I'm glad you're doing well-" The coach interrupted his sentence by yelling at him to get back to his job. "God, I hope the real world isn't this harsh. Well, It was nice talking to you, Jonas. I've got to get back to work. Talk to you during and/or after the game?" He asked me with anticipation in his eyes.
"Sure thing. I'll see you when I see you." I held out a fist. Oh god, why do I always have to- I saw Mason bump mine with his almost immediately. He gave a smile that made my breath catch in my throat. While my focus was on him, I began to walk away when I smacked the side of my face into a pole.
Come on! Now you're acting ridiculous! I laughed it off so Mason wouldn't worry and I would save face. "I'm fine!" I shouted over my shoulder as I darted to the field to grab a seat.
As I sat and cheered on the teams, I sensed a presence beside me. I turned to see who it was. I felt my heart stop. Mason was there. He gave me an unspoken "Hey" and hollered as our team, The Grizzlies, scored a touchdown. Mason sure is passionate about football. Well, maybe just sports in general.
I had gotten a strange feeling that day. Whenever he would nudge me or scoot closer to me to let another crowd member squeeze in, my brain went fuzzy like tv static. This continued throughout the night, until the game ended with the home team winning by 15 points. As we went to leave, Mason grabbed my hand as if to help me up. I could tell my face flushed in that moment because he gently chuckled.
"Are you that nervous about being around me? You honestly don't have to be! It's not like I'm the principal or anyone of the sort. Be yourself when you're with me!" Does he know how that sounds? I think Mason's just kind. Maybe I shouldn't judge too quickly? He then seemed to realize what he had just said. It was now his turn to flush.
"Oh man. Sorry about that! I've just never hung around with someone like you before. It's an odd feeling." And as soon as those words left his mouth, he was walking towards his parents' car. "Can we continue this Monday? Maybe in the morning?" I nodded my response.

I eventually forgot about those things I felt that night. Now, three years later, that same boy has me alone under the bleachers. And I'm starting to remember how I felt.
I gulp in anticipation. My stomach is churning. Why did he ask for me? What could he possibly want? My eyes trail down his sweat-drenched body, taking in every detail. His muscle shirt is almost see-through. Mason awkwardly stroked the nape of his neck and gives me that smile that I can't resist.
Then he speaks. Oh man. His voice is just so dreamy and perfect. If he were to whisper in my ear, I would surely melt like chocolate left out on a hot summer day.
"...So, what's your answer?" I snap back to reality when he asks the question. I apologize and tell him that I hadn't exactly heard him. He sighs heavily. "I asked if this idea was maybe too cheesy? Then, I asked to...to..." Mason kicks at the dirt as his sentence trails off. His mouth goes back and forth between the phases of being opened and closed before he huffs in frustration.
"Never mind. I don't think you would have said yes anyway." I have to know what it was he said now. I ask him again to repeat himself. He sighs and tries to recollect his thoughts.
"Could I..." He pauses and the tension in the air is palpable. His eyes are intense and his mouth is in a tight frown. Is he upset with me? Did I do something wrong? A thought suddenly comes to me. Maybe he's nervous as well? He snaps me out of my daze as he begins to speak. "Jonas, could I kiss you?"
It takes me a second to process what he said, but once it hits me, it hits hard. I try to remain calm in my response. "Wh-what?" My mouth is agape and I can't seem to close it. Mason fidgets with his fingers and the hem of his shirt. He's waiting for an answer, Jonas!
"Sure, I guess. Go ahead, dude," I spit out my answer without any thought. Oh no. What have I done? My mind now races with scenarios that could happen, but will most likely not. Like as soon as our lips touch, a football will crash into our faces. Or his coach will spot us and kick him off the track team. I'm panicking here. What could be so bad about a simple kiss?
Mason sighs in relief. A hand grabs mine and intertwines our fingers. Here we go... I close my eyes and it isn't long until I feel a warm pair of lips. It's...nice. Really nice. Our lips begin to slowly move and melt in sync. Wow... This feels so...amazing.
   The kissing continues for another minute or so, but it feels like hours have gone by. He breaks away from my mouth. He gives me a shy smile and stares into my eyes.
   "Will you...be my one and only? My boyfriend?"