Tell me about your Trouble.

[beckstra]

Bryson is one of the leaders in the youth group I work with. I'd show you an actual picture, but that would mean being bold enough to get one of him. And no, I'm not dating him, but there's quite a bit to the story that would point to there being the possibility.

Bryson showed up in JV (the jr high youth group) around last September. Yes, I immediately thought he was adorable, but did nothing of the sort to make any advances, especially because I was enamoured with another leader named Chris (who has now moved on and is getting himself married *this* September).

At first I thought nothing of him (Bryson, not Chris). He was quiet and unnassuming, didn't make much of a fuss coming in to the fold. However, soon after his arrival, a spiral of events brought me to a place where I could only describe my affections toward him as those of wanting to kick his ass.

Bryson was different. He wasn't afraid of me off the bat. He didn't extend to me the MEGA amounts of room that all the other guys did. He got up in my grill...mostly to test me. He would shoot rubber bands at me, goof around and hit me with large sticks, try wrestling with me. That was a no-no for any male. He seemed to superscced them all though.

Enough time passed on, with him playing around with me just so, that the irritation I had built him up to be in my mind became totally ignorable. That's when it happened. I started to *like* Bryson. This was not good. None of my friends respected him. The only people who did were the ones who spent mucho amounts of quality time with him. He began to change, too. Instead of chasing me around with thirteen year olds sticking their feet out, he began to randomly plop himself down next to me and start talking, without provocation.

Bryson had become this strange entity in my head that I both adored and abhorred. Many things came to light that pushed me away...and then many things came to light that gave me more room to forget about the other things. For the last six months I've been nothing but confused.

I finally woke up two Fridays ago. I've got it for this kid. Bad. Bryson makes me feel alive. Whether I want to kick his ass or kiss his face, he makes me feel like I could explode at any minute. I usually walk away from him a little better than when he walked up to me. My family loves him (there's a lot of this story I've left out), my friends are coming around, and he keeps making steps toward...hell, I don't know. I just know that if he's leading me on, he's going to die a slow and painful death.

*tag, you're it*