A almost, that would have ment the most

We had a church party today. And I went. At first, I was alone. I was depressed and I felt like crap. Why you might ask?

Because some clueless idiot decided to make it a family affair.

Lets see where all my family was. Dad: Home, Mom: Idaho, Jason: Mission, Natalie: Idaho, Erin: Idaho.

When the person in charge said we were spouse to hang out with our family, I was tempted to walk home. And I almost did too. But, for some reason, I decided to stay.

If your on the ball today, than you might have realized that left me, alone, at a family event with no family. Smiling families past me on the stairs. When they smiled all I wanted to do was cry.

I hung out with one of my friends for maybe 15 minutes than I had to leave. I was already feeling really crappy about having almost no family around for this time of year, and her complaining about her nice, caring family, wanted to make me cry and scream at the same time. How could she complain about how her parents and brother wanted to hang out with her, when I was alone? That wasn't what made me crack though, it wasn't what made me leave.

“Your so lucky, your family is not right there bugging you all the time!” she said angrily and glared at me, I had no choose but to nod. Shortly after that I mumbled a excuse to go get water and just didn't come back.

I hung out in the foyer, by self looking at the lamp, not looking anyone in the eyes, because that was one conversation I didn't want to have, not then.

What struck me as horrible is, not one of my friends noticed I wasn't in the gym, where the 'party' was happening. I mean, I didn't want them to come find me and ask questions, but is it too mush to ask for them to simply notice I wasn't there?

But I digress. And someone noticed I wasn't in the gym. Someone noticed I was gone. He noticed that my Dad had left me, leaving me alone. He noticed that I was close to tears. He was the one and only. My one and only.

Jonathan. The one that noticed I was gone, the one that noticed that my Dad left.

Anyway 15 minutes before the 'party' ended, I went in to the gym. Sure, I knew I would very likely sitting by my self, but I wanted to see the performance of the nativity.

I watched Jonathan walk to the stage, refusing Joseph (not real name) a spot in the Inn. He went back to sit with one of the primary kids, who he pulled onto his lap.

And in spite myself, I smiled. He is so nice, and so very good with kids. I smiled at him. He smiled back at me- I think. There were people standing behind me, I wasn't sure that he was smiling at me or them.

I grabbed at my side, my pride hurt.

After the 'party' was over, I talked to my friends (I don't know whether to say friends or 'friends' ).

Soon after I was finished talking to my friends, I got tapped on the head, and heard the word 'goose' I laughed got up to tag the little boys head I said 'duck', and saw that it was the little boy that Jonathan had in his lap earlier. I didn't know if it was a coincidence or not.

I heard laughs when I had tapped his head. I turned to see my friends laughing at my reverse game of duck, duck, goose. Some how we decided on playing the real game. After a while we were told to go into the primary room. I took a while after to help Sara gather her stuff, I then left.

Jonathon was in front of me, I fallowed him into the primary room.

“Theres no one here.” he said holding open the door to prove it. It wasn't necessary though, the room was dark, you would have to blind not to be able to tell.

I walked in the room, smiling at him, daring him to do the same. He came in. And then it hit me.

We were alone.

A little girl walked in, to break the silence. I pretended to shot Jonathon to make her laugh. And like a gentleman, he fell on the floor. She laughed. I could tell she was waiting for the duck-duck-goose game but I didn't want to play with only two other people. She left.

We were alone. Church rules dictate that a girl and boy are not spouse to be in the same room alone. I sure Jonathon realized this too, but he didn't suggest a move, he didn't open the door, he stood there and stared- at me.

We talked, about his almost bald-head, he had gotten a hair cut yesterday. We talked about my cat- tony which lead to NCIS, as the cat was named after Anthony (Tony) DiNozzo. When he said he watched NCIS, I have to admit, I thought 'Hes perfect'.

I don't know if I was imaging it, but it seemed like we were gravitating towards each other. Getting closer- slowly.

We were maybe a foot and a half away when the door opened to reveal- his mom.

She looked from me to him, and realized that there was something that she had interrupted.

“Jonathon you should be helping clean up.” He was in trouble, I was sad that I got him in trouble, I was so hazed when I walked out, I didn't even realize that I was seconds away from getting my frist kiss.