During church the next Sunday, while the sacrament was being passed, I let my mind wander, envisioning the walls and angled roof of the auditorium where we had church as the intersection of planes in 3-space. My eyes lighted on Nick and Finn, sitting together a little apart from everyone else. Nick pointed something out to Finn on his―hymnbook? phone?―we'll say it was his hymnbook, and Finn hunched over to silently giggle.
I wondered to myself if everyone else in the ward just thought they were "good friends" as I originally had. Or did some people realize the truth and just weren't saying anything? Or was somebody already saying something, and we were all about to get in trouble? Would people think I just didn't know and let me get away with it? Was I willing to throw them under the bus to get away with it? I liked Nick and Finn, but I didn't even know them that well. What had I gotten myself into?
I watched them for another minute, and suddenly they seemed vulnerable―they were having fun with their little experiment now, but where would it end up?
Please Lord, I prayed. Don't let us get in trouble for this!
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Nick & Finn
General FictionFor me, it started as the worst summer of my life. For them, it started out as a social experiment. And though we only crossed paths for a short time, I'm grateful for the experience. It taught me to never be comfortable, and it changed our lives ir...
