Before you get too excited, this whole situation messed with my brain more then anything. To this day, I am still not sure if I ever felt anything back, or if I was just imagining it all in the first place. Let me know what you think.
So. Without further ado! For your viewing pleasure! Firesong: "Just get to it!"
So, this new group of teens joined our church. (A group of wrestlers) I was sent by my youth Pastor to welcome them with her and we did. Nothing happened. No big fireworks. We just went up to them. Said hi. And brought them to our youth room.
In our youth group, we talk about God, life, the bible and at the end, we play a game. Sometimes it has something to do with the lesson, this time, it did not.
The games is like a basketball/football game played on rolling chairs. Your butt cannot leave the seat and you can only hold the ball for 3 seconds before you have to pass it to your teammate. Your goal is to get the ball in the other teams goal.
Anyway. We had to split into teams, and the youth who weren't new had played this game once the weak before and we already knew who was good at it, but we didn't know how the new youth would do.
What happened was, i stood on one side and the people who had played before teamed with me. here is comment from one of the boys on the otherside
"Her?(me) There is no way she is good at this. Look at her!"
(For church, i normally wear jeans. a nice shirt. do my hair and makeup, some jewelry and a nice pair of shoes.)
one of the boys on my side said, "But you haven't seen her play,"
(What the new guys answered made me go oh really? let's play)
One of the new guy's "I don't have to," his brother flicked him on the head (The brother is the one who you will hear more about)
So with the wrestler on one side feeling very confident, and us one the other ready to prove them wrong. We played. If i remember right. the score was 1-6/ My team was Six and the wrestlers one.
They were very impressed. (Not sure why they thought i couldn't look like i did and play well, but the amount of satisfaction i got from that was great.)
My youth pastor was so happy. (She and I are great friends) and she liked that i kicked their butt. (Not really sure how i became team captain of "Star player" but, ya.)
( I am going to call the main guy/the brother in this story Dustblaze.)
When youth group ended, Everyone left, but Dustblaze stayed next to the door. Why you ask, Because he was waiting for me. As i walked up to the door he stuck out his hand and said
"Hi. You played really well. I am Dustblaze."
I was taken off guard because everyone had left before me and he hadn't said anything to them. Sorry to admit, but the rest of that convo is kind of a blur. I remember i had to go in the end. But that is about it.
The next week. We went to play the game again, and this time. My team was swarmed. The youth pastor had to split up the teams. and i was on the same team as Dustblaze. Turns out, together, we were unbeatable. every time we were paired up on the same team, we would win. It got to the point where people were requesting that we not be together. You should have seen his face...Poor guy.
This behavior continued. Thankfully he was old enough to stick with talking to me and showing a genuine interest. Not pulling my hair or calling me names. (he did touch my hair once, but it was kind and came with a compliment. but he did pick on my shoes)
This was followed by my deep confusion. Does he like me? does he like me not? (No, i never used a flower to figure it out) Do I like him? Do I like him not. Am I confused? yes i am!
If I was standing alone. He would talk to me. (He is also really good with kids.) He helped me with all my younger sister's jackets. He saw me holding four (My three younger sister's coats plus my own) and came to help me hang them up.
There is so much more, and if you want to hear about more stories with Dustblaze let me know. And what do you think? was it a crush? or was he just being nice?