Old Flames Part 1

In high school its not surprising to have a ton of crushes on people and for me at least, have most of those crushes really go nowhere. I only really remember a few names of my crushes. I think my first was Andrew Cramer. I was in 5th grade. Then I think it was Adam. . . something. I can't remember his last name. That was 8th grade. And then there was Nathan Hale. At first, he was the kid I would probably have never paid attention to and now he's the one that will always be in my high school memories. I remember the very first time we ever actually met. He and I were in the same class together. I can't remember which class, but I know exactly the room and I know we played the stock market there. I walked in and sat down on the side of the class and there was Nathan and Scott Varcoe talking up a storm about nonsense I'm sure. I smiled at both of them and sat down in front of Nathan intend on doing my work and minding my own business.

You have to know something here. When Nathan and Scott are put together, funny things just happen.Both of them were goof balls. Nathan had embraced his goofy-ness to the fullest and was very open about it. Scott was more contained... unless he was with Nathan. Or at least that's how it seemed to me.

I tried so hard to ignore them in class and focus on my work, but the teacher probably found my head turned around more and more each day. And I found myself liking Nathan more and more every day. Sorry all you other boys out there. But Nathan was my only true crush in high school. We built our relationship the right way, everything else was just heavy duty flirting as far as I'm concerned. Sorry. We eventually switched seats again and this time Nathan and Scott moved to the back corner. By this time I just really enjoyed the guys' company, particularly Nathans. I wasn't sure if they'd want me to sit back with them, but I was reassured as Nathan made some comment that made me sure they wanted me to sit by them. We had a blast in that class. I enjoyed every single day I went there. I always looked forward to seeing Nathan. Whenever he wasn't there I was bummed, disappointed and sad. I remember one day in particular that he didn't show up. I asked Scott where he was and he told me that Nathan was at the hospital for swallowing an over-sized guitar pick. Bahahahahahahahahaha! I think this was the first time I got Nathan's number. Another kid in class thought it was HILARIOUS that Nathan swallowed a guitar pick and thought up the genius idea to call him. Never-mind the fact that he'd just had a tube shoved down his throat and a guitar pick pulled BACK out of his throat. He was going to call him. I somehow got roped into talking to him on the phone and finally had his number. :)

In our conversations he told me once where he sort of lived. I convinced Melissa once to walk home with me and walk past where he sort of said he lived in the hopes that I would see him. Later I found out that he lived in the very very back of the neighborhood he was talking about and that my walk with Melissa was completely pointless and much longer than it had to be.

To be continued....