My Life as the Spectator in a Romantic Drama--part two

This camp is where she met “Daniel”. It is going to be so hard calling him that! I had known Daniel for a few years. He is very, very social and really just a little boy with a heart for the Lord and cows. Whoever got to know Daniel, soon learned more about cows than they ever thought possible. Daniel gets this little smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye whenever he talks about cows. I had ridden to a Fall Conference a few years before with him and his brother “Ethan”, and some other guy who I can’t remember his name at all. But that doesn’t matter because if I could remember it I would just have to change it anyway. He was in my social group; we played Frisbee and were part of the same campus Christian group. He also volunteered at the local Christian coffee shop where I also worked. He, too, had a rough past: at least one stalker, and a serious girlfriend who had pretty well stomped on his heart. Poor boy. So, as you can imagine, he was also at this Spring Break, college workweek, camp thing. In fact, I rode in his truck on the way down with some other friends and at one point in the trip he stopped and pulled “cookies” in a gravel parking lot. That was fun. Sarah, Daniel, and I were all on the same work crew that week. We were building a ridge runner track for go-carts (sort of), cleaning barns, clearing tumbleweed (ow), and whatever else they could find for us to do. There was a significant amount of dead mice and live mice… I never thought I minded mice, but maybe now I do. Sarah and Daniel are both outgoing, kind of flirty people. So they flirted. I have to admit, there were a few times I was envious. Don’t get me wrong, I never wanted Daniel’s attention, but I was envious of how fast Sarah could get the attentions of a guy. I noticed their mutual attraction. It wasn’t quite so obvious until the last full day we were there, though. We were in jeep, and this jeep was going around the track we had built at a pretty good speed. And… suffice to say that the jump was really great… we flew… and Sarah’s head flew into the roll bar. Lots of blood, six stitches, a very queasy me (I hate needles, even ones not going into me), and we were sitting at a table with a free milkshake. I threw away my orange… I couldn’t force it down me. And I stared at Sarah. Who should show up but the dear sweet Daniel? Ahh, the knight in shining armor come to take care of the damsel in distress. It was romantic comedy at its finest. I sat back and watched and was highly amused. After all, I do like chick flicks.

--to be continued...