Mess

08

I overestimated what work was gonna be like this week. It was pretty simple. Friday was pretty busy and I could already tell I was gonna be slammed on the holidays, but it's not too bad. I get along with all my co-workers. I also found out that Tyler from my old school was the man that was the manager of the restaurant, which is really funny. It seems California attracts a lot of people from Texas. Scott has been a really good friend to me lately. Every time he picks me up from work, he has a cup of coffee waiting for me, whether from Starbucks or if he made it. He always asks me how work was and actually listens when I tell him. You don't meet many people like that anymore. People who will actually listen when you tell them what happened today. It's like when your mom asks you how school was. She asks and when you explain what had happened, she is only half listening. Scott listens intently. Maybe he's learned that from having a daughter.

Today is Sunday and I decided I was gonna go to church and Sunday dinner with Scott's family. I was actually kind of excited to do that. I like Connie a lot and the church they go to is generally laid back, although they have a few people in there who look like they want to throw holy water on Scott and I, but I knew that was gonna happen from the beginning. I actually quite enjoy going to church. It's like I brought a piece of me from Texas to California. It's also very calming there. There's an aura that soothes all your nerves and just makes you feel.... good. Maybe God really is in the building. Maybe it's just the people in the building. Maybe it's both. Maybe it's neither, but whatever it is, I love it. It's calming and I feel safe in there.

Today, Scott put his hand on my thigh just like he did the last time. Like last time, I didn't move it. I didn't mind the touch. Even though it made my nerves bounce off the wall, I still liked his hand on my thigh. Call me crazy. It's just one of those things. When a cute boy who's sweet and caring and trustworthy puts his hand on your thigh, tell me you're gonna move it. I guarantee you money that you would let him do it, just because he was a cute boy. Or maybe a cute girl, depending on which ball you swing at and which team you play for. I personally, am not going to stop Scott if he wants to put his hand on my thigh. It's not like Alex ever needs to find out about this. Just like with the kiss. It meant nothing. It was as a joke for his mom's friends. It meant nothing, so why tell him and get him all upset? Just keep it a secret. If it meant something, it would be different, but it didn't. I don't want to worry Alex or make him angry. He could squash me like a damn bug in an instant.

That reminds me. Scott has been talking about Alex less. Today, he seemed pretty upset actually. Almost heartbroken. When I asked him, he said him and Alex had gotten into a pretty nasty the night before on the phone when I fell asleep, which explained why I heard some quiet cries from the bathroom. I had knocked on the bathroom door, but no one had answered. I didn't know what to do. I stayed awake and waited until Scott came out. I asked Scott if he was alright. He just fell into bed. A few seconds later, he was dead asleep. I assumed that was the end of that conversation.

During church today, they had the kids come up and do offerings. It was kind of cute to see Summer with the little basket. I couldn't help but take a picture of her. I motioned for her to come over to me and I took picture of her, Scott, Connie, and Richard all together. After a minute of convincing, Connie got a picture of Scott, Summer, and I, one with just Summer and I, and one with Scott and I. She took them on my phone and I immediately made a mental note to save those onto my laptop so I wouldn't lose them. Then I told Scott to remind me to do it, since I would probably forget. Once we had our photo shoot, we listened to the rest of the sermon while Summer went back to Sunday School again. Every once in a while, the preacher would glance at Scott and I with tight faces. I could tell what he was thinking, thankful he wasn't saying anything directly to or about us when we were there. 

Once church was over, I went and got Summer this time, letting Scott fix the car seat. When Summer saw me, she jumped in my arms, giggling when I tickled her.