Time at Youth_(0)

I walked into the church that the youth group I go to is held every Thursday. I usually get there an hour or two early to help out. My friend Anah startled me by giving me a big hug as I walked in.

“Anah, what are you doing here so early?” I asked hugging her back.

“Well, you usually get here before anyone else does, and I didn’t have anything to do, so I thought I’d come and hang out. We don’t nearly spend enough time with each other,” she said looking up at my withbig soft blue eyes that were complimented by both her long blonde hair and bright orange high school sweater.

Nodding my head in agreement, a gently moved a loose strand of hair from her face, “Have I ever toldyou how pretty you are?”

“Yes, everyday, but I told you I’m not interested in a bf/gf relationship,” she said releasing herself from the hug.

“So what, would a friends-with-benifets relationship work?” I asked jokingly.

Anah softly punched my arm, “Jesse we’re in a church.” She then kissed me on the cheek, and whispered in my ear, “So you finally figured it out.” She then grabbed my hand, “come on, let’s go watch the movie they’re playing tonight. We have to start it our self though.”

I went along with her thinking to myself, “did she really just say that? Well let’s put that to the test shall we.”

We reached the end of the hall where the game room is at, which half of is the movie theater.