Thursday, June 17, 2010

Endless Summer: Part 4

So I called my sister and asked her if she’d come up for the summer to work at Falls Creek with me. She was at another camp attending that week, but while she was there she said she’d give it some thought.

The next week rolled around and as I mentioned this was the first regular week of seven that summer. It was busy again because we were all figuring out how to work with each other and for the rookies like me we were just learning in general.

I was excited about all of it. I love meeting people and I loved the camp too. I had been a camper there so lots of happy memories were here for me. I also remember thinking that I was going to see Brandon on Monday too.

And sure enough I did. The evening service was the biggest time that we were busy as far as clothes. We had three entrances that two girls had to cover. We decided that I’d take the back side. Most of the people had already arrived to service. I liked what I was doing and I was getting a positive response so far as positive as one could get for being the fashion police.

Then around the corner of the hill came the Road Crew. They were at night service, but came up the back route. They stopped and said hello and then we just chatted for the remainder of the service. I noticed that Brandon was pretty quiet. I didn’t think anything about it because some people are just shy.
I clearly am not one of them.

It was at this point that I really started diggin’ that tall boy, but I didn’t say anything because a) I had “friends” that would go after a guy I liked once I stated I liked a guy or thought he was cute and 2) I really meant what I said to God about not pursuing anything.

But I still thought he was cute.

Saw the girls again after service and we decided we’d give each other our cell numbers because it was easier to communicate in the evenings and on weekends.
Went to bed with pleasant dreams.

I woke up and got ready for the day. I knew Tuesdays were the worst day of the week so I mentally prepared myself. It actually turned out to be great. Alex, Alison and I spent the day getting to know each other better. They got to go with me on runs and we just enjoyed ourselves.

Well, the week progressed and each night they all pulled up for church again. The girls stayed and the boys went into service usually. (I was still seeing Brandon around campus.)

On Thursday, when Brandon was walking out to the golf-cart, I made the comment that he looked nice…in the sense that his outfit on him looked good and his hair was just right and I could tell he’d shaved recently too. The girls immediately were like, “OH REALLY?”

I told them yes really and didn’t think too much of it until they said they’d been trying to figure out who he thought was cute. He was “hard to crack”. And I told them about my unwillingness to say anything because of problems I’d had with girls in the past. They both told me that they had friends just like I did and we were glad to connect on this level and yet I was also excited because the guy might be digging me too!

My buddy, Matt that was on the Road Crew, came up to the golf-carts before Brandon did and asked what we were up to because we looked suspicious. I told him nothing and he could tell I wasn’t exactly telling the truth and so eventually we spilled the beans. The whole beans about me thinking he was cute, but also the important beans like I wasn’t doing anything to pursue the issue.
Brandon got to the cart and we all shooshed immediately although he had to have known something was up.

I told them I’d see them later that night.

At camp, there is sort of a Main Street and everyone goes there to flirt. It is hilarious to watch now, but when I was a teenager, this was THE place to be because some guy might ask you for an icee date!!

Well, I was busy on patrol and was stationed near this area for the night minding my own business when along comes Brandon and Riley. I’m thinking great the girls already told but when they started talking it really seemed as if Brandon had not a care in the world or ever alluded to what the girls and I had talked about earlier.
Eventually Riley left and it was just Brandon and I standing there talking about nothing but yet everything all at the same time. I noticed that he had only one dimple on his right cheek and if he was genuinely happy about something the dimple appeared. It also appeared when he was trying not to smile because he was tickled at something.

Of course, curfew came quicker that night because I was having so much fun. The road crew picked him up as they headed back to their cabins on the other side of camp and I definitely floated home to my own cabin that night.

Sleeping was good for me in those weeks. Seriously, the last time I’ve slept that good was when we were on our honeymoon.

Anyway, I knew that they were leaving for the weekend on Friday as usual. I told the girls before service what had happened and we decided we’d text the weekend away to determine what the conversation meant. Everything means something. Guys don’t get that, but girls do. I was also excited because I had just about talked my sister into working at camp.

I got home and generally had a good weekend. My sister was going to work at Falls Creek. I couldn’t have been more excited. She wanted to come home a lot on the weekends, but I didn’t mind.

Sunday afternoon, I was napping while my sister finished packing. I had been texting Alex and Alison all weekend. My phone went off and I checked to see who it was.
It was Alex.

She wanted to know if I liked Brandon.

I asked her why.

She said that they couldn’t convince Brandon that I thought he good looking. He thought I was way out of his league.

(Side note: do not judge because this was being asked via text message. I know it sounds like 1st grade on the play ground, but I don’t care.)

I told her that I really wanted to answer the question, but I didn’t want to feel like I was on the playground checking “yes or no.”

And as I sent my message she sent me one that said that Matt had convinced him that the girls were for real.

I had a sudden urge to get in the car and drive to camp.

Happy Thursday!

3 comments:

Brittany Ann said...

You're stringin' me along lady! And I don't like it!

Gina said...

This part of the story totally brought me right back to high school. I love it.

brown eyed girl said...

SECONDING BRITTANY ANN!!!!!!

I totes don't judge the text communications. Sometimes I am too damn embarassed to tell people how I feel and via text is a little assistance. No judging on this part, only love sister, only love!

And part five is tomorrow, right?

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