I am sitting on the ground at the church that I'm forced to go to. Don't get me wrong, its a beautiful building, but I really wish I could admire it without having to be lectured about Jesus for two and a half hours. My head is resting on one of my hands and I start to pick at the dull colored carpet, zoning out a bit as the Youth Group teacher reads a bible story to the younger kids.
I hear a quiet "pssst" sound from my right, and I whip my head in that direction. You guessed it, the one and only, Mason. I give him a small smile, just seeing his face brings me joy, and makes me forget that we're in Youth Group, in this building, on this planet. It makes me forget that there are other boys sitting around us, and I suddenly snap back into reality for a second, hoping they didn't notice me grinning stupidly at Mason. He scoots closer to me, smiling that million dollar smile.
Suddenly, as if time goes 10 times as fast when I'm with him, the teacher says its time to go. We all stand up at once, and Mason's hand brushes mine. I know that we've held hands and kissed before, but for some reason, this makes my face feel warm and my eyes wide. He looks at me, half confused, half chuckling.
"Hey Anthony, you alright, man?" He says casually. I look up at him, and he gives me a wink, which makes my face flush even more.
"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm fine," I stumble over my words, "I'll see you later." That's what I say out loud, at least. What I mean is, "I want to see you tonight. I want to relive that moment of feeling like the kings of the world with you." But I don't. I look into his eyes before turning and walking away, and I can tell he knows what I really wanted to say.
"See you." He replies, and his eyes seem to twinkle. •
