As it just so happened, that year one of our girls, Megan, was a cheerleader, and decisively petitioned to have cheerleaders that year. All of the freshmen wanted to become cheerleaders, so, not wanting to be left out, I became one as well.
By the second semester of that year, I had gotten to know everyone in the school, but I still tagged along with the other cheerleaders, even though I thought one or two of them were vapid and shallow. It was not until the end of March, however, that the story begins. It was a Friday and the last day of March. As the next day was April fool's day, the cheerleaders wanted to make some mischeif. I don't remember who's idea it was, (It was probably either Megan or Brie, as they were the ones in charge, not only of the cheerleaders, but of the clique), but somebody decided that we should each ask a guy out. This wasn't as hard as it seemed, since it was a small school, we, even as freshmen, were friends with or had at least talked with every other student up through the seniors. My problem was, however, that it was somehow unanimously decided, without my consent, that I was to ask out my crush, an astranged, and, for that matter, slightly strange junior with whom I had recently begun to become friends. I was still new to the "guy thing", and I liked him so much that I didn't want to freak him out before we got to know each other. Besides, I thought, he had a girlfriend. Luckily for me, she didn't attend my school, or else I wouldn't have lived through the day after what proceeded. And while I didn't want to scare him into thinking I was insane before he got a chance to find out I really was, I also didn't want my friends to think I was a chicken.
All during 1st period, I thought and thought of a way to get out of my predicament. Then finally, it hit me like a symbolic rock. As I said before, the two of us were friends, if only just barely, and I knew he couldn't resist a chance to cause mischeif, and all the while, I'd still do as the cheerleaders had said. So, during next period, which happened to be chapel, I told him about my plan. As I had suspected he agreed somewhat indifferently. I added, as an afterthought, that he should tell his best friend with whom he had 4th period, that he had broken up with his girlfriend. I wasn't there for that part, but as his best friend was in total belief of their break-up, I can only assume that it went well.
After many grueling hours of waiting, or at least that's how it felt, the bell rang for lunch, and it was time to set the plan into motion. So, with the cheerleaders on my heels, who still thought the joke would be on him, I set out to the lunchroom where he was, and asked him out. He feigned (or at least I think it was feigned) a short look of surprise before saying "sure" in his usual indifferent tone. Everything else in those next few moments seem like a blur. I remember the cheerleaders screaming and jumping up and down in their usual peppiness (they knew how much I liked him) and a few akward moments before the charade began.
And so, our "relationship" went off without a hitch. We were very convincing too (and for that I heavily praised the Lord) and before long, the entire school, even the teachers, believed that he and I were going out. I remember our elderly school secretary, Mrs. Wilson's "awwes and sighs", and Tim's advice and somewhat slightly girlish giggles.
Oh. . . . if God gave me one thing in life as a reward for my love for Him, this day is it. Oh I was so in love. . . and it really felt like he was too. Lunch was nice, because he lovingly feed me pizza. . .and held me and *sigh* all those wonderful things that lovers do, those things which except for this day, I know nothing of. After a very long and simply blissful hug goodbye, 5th period was spent with all my fellow cheerleaders. Luckily, as it was Friday, Senor Rolondo was not there, and we all sat the whole period and talked about my "good luck". All the while, my heart was down the hall by my love's side, thinking of what he said to me during lunch: "I love you" Did he mean? or was it just for show. To this very day I still wonder, and pray that he really did mean it and all my love was not in vain. . .
I remember after 5th period the big man on campus, Jon Shores, leaping down the hall to give me a very huge hug and a lot of congrats (as it turned out my "boyfriend" got the same treament from him). To see such a tall and tough looking guy act so giddy and school girlish is a sight to behold. Skipping a period (not like that you perv), last period was by far the best. Gym: the one class I did obsolutely nothing in. And ever better? I had gym. . .with Mykie. It was so fun watching him playing ball with the others. Actually, it was fun watching him reguardless, but when he was at play was the best. My heart still melts when I remember him running up to talk to me momentarily, and then lovingly 'booping' my nose. I don't think I've ever been that many shades of red in my entire life! The best part of that day was him spending the last part of the period holding me, knowing that we were about to end this day together, telling me that I was a wonderful person and that I would find someone who will love me and treat me right. In my mind I had found that someone, and I was just happy to be in his arms at that small moment in time. The last minutes we were 'us', we walked back down from the gym, shyly eyeing each other, my back still tingling in the spots where he had touched me. I think it tingled all the way home and as I sat in my room holding my pillow and sighing .. .
It was later released, rather sparcely over the weekend and on the following Monday that the whole thing was one big April Fool's joke, and that nothing much had changed since Thursday. Alot of people were dissapointed, some more than others (I think Tim was more dissapointed when it was over than I was) a few were mad at us (but not for long fortunately) and most everyone had agreed that they were thoroughly fooled.
If I could repeat one day in my life, it will always be that day. My heart breaks all over agin when I think of what could of been, but it was god's will to take him from me. Myke was my tenshi, my angel. God must of needed that angel at his side. . . if only I could go back in time, could all of this be stopped? Maybe one day I'll know. . .