The other night, my boyfriend and I decided to go over to the church and see how the building (construction) was coming. So I'm like in the middle seat all cuddled up to him with his arm around me. (yes, I was wearing a seatbelt. lol) And we pull into the lot as some person is pulling out. I, being the spaz I am, freak out thinking it was Price or something. But it wasn't.
Then I got to thinking about her (Price) and how she asked me months ago if we had made out. I, trying to sound sarcastic, had replied, "none of your business." She bothers me. She thinks she needs to be my mother, as if I don't have a good enough one already.
Then I started thinking about all the quizzing leaders and their shit about PDA and us sitting togheter. I especially thought about Heitzman and all her fucked up problems.
So, I thought it'd be cool to make out in the new construction area. I told him my thoughts, and being a guy, obviously didn't object. We didn't kiss that long or or great or anything, but it was that church. That represented those people and it felt so good. A little guilt pricked me later, but not too much. It felt good knowing that to a degree, that was their turf, and we were not only stepping on it, but doing what they would've objected to. Yeah, so that's my deep dark secret, which isn't so deep and dark after all.
I think that incident kind
