I have always foung myself crushing on all of my guy friends and I promised myself that I would never like another one. Naturally, I began to crush on another guy friend. We'll call him Andy. Andy is a really nice guy who goes to my church. I only see him on Sunday mornings and nights for Sunday School and this youth group thing called The Zone. I always denied to myself that I had a crush on him because of the promise. When one Sunday comes, I start to get ready for The Zone. My mom had just bought me a really sexy purple dress and I wanted to show my friend (Maye). Maye is so awesome. Sometimes a goodie-goodie, but I love her anyway, but only like a sister. Anyway, back to the story.
So I am on my way to The Zone in my purple dress. I sometimes sing in The Zone band, that particular Sunday I thought that I was. So I arrive an hour and a half early. I go into the sanctuary to grab a microphone. Maye was already on stage with a mike. Stanley, the band director, was handing out the songs to everybody. Stanley told me that I was going to sing next week. I sat down in a pew and listened to the band. Andy walked in and Stanley told him the same thing he told me. Andy sat down in a pew a few rows away. My eye suddenly began to hurt. An eyelash got into my eye. I go upstairs past the piano room which doubled as my classroom and walked into the bathroom. Once the eyelash was gone, I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. Right as I was putting on the scented hand soap, I heard the most wonderful music. It was happy and cheerful, but there was a certain sadness to it. When my hands were clean, I peeked into the cassroom. Andy was sitting at the piano bench.
I quietly made my way back to the sanctuary. Not a minute later Andy walks into the room. Was it a coincidence? I was going to find out. I carefully untied my bow on the back of my dress. I tried to tie it but it was being difficult. I went upstairs to the bathroom once again to tie my bow. So I tie my bow and make sure that my makeup wasn't smudged. As I may have anticipated, I heard the same song on the piano down the hall. I got a gigantic grin on my face and started blushing up a storm. I am just staring at myself in the mirror looking ridiculous. "He likes you. The guy you like like you back." I thought. I had finally admitted to myself after five months that I liked Andy. There was a slight catch. Did he really like me? I was just going to ask if he was trying to impress me when the music stopped.
I go into the classroom to investigate. Maye and Andy were laughing about something. We all headed downstairs for the weekly game. I never got up the courage to ask Andy if he liked me. A few weeks I finally told Maye that I liked him. She is disguted to this day. At least I can talk to my other friends about it. What do you think? Does "Andy" really like me? heart
 Lady Loco · Mon Feb 04, 2008 @ 11:27pm · 1 Comments |
