So thereapos;s this boy....(here we go).
At the church I go to, I have become especially close to a certian family.� Theyapos;re all great, I get along with all of them, and they treat me like part of the family.� I love them.�
In this family there is a 20 year old boy.� He has never talked to me, even avoided eye contact with me.� I think...oh well.� His loss.� That is....until today.� Today, his family was not in church.� They went to PA for a week.� So I figure, his familyapos;s not there, he has no reason to be.� I walk into church at 10:50, and heapos;s not there, just as predicted.� Then, 10:55, in he walks.� And he sits himself down.� Right. Next. To. Me.� I was sitting in the back, two seats down from the pastorapos;s wife, and he sits himself right in between us.� Iapos;m like......holy cow.� There are many other seats avaliable...I am puzzled as to why he chose to sit where he did.� Well...oh well.� So I donapos;t worry about it, and try to focus on the service.� However, this is difficult due to all the figiting going on to my left, and the occasional glances at my notes.� Anyway...the services ends, he quickly goes to help collect hymnals.� I take up conversation with someone.� After helping move some tables and getting a glass of water, he leans himself against a table in my direct line of vision.� Mind you, Iapos;m still talking.� I can feel his eyes, and see them out of the corner of my eye.� This continues for another 15 minutes...when I left.
Gah.� I hate boys.� I have never been great at interpreting signals, and have always been an advocate of getting everything out into the open.�
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