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Everyone was all hyped and ready for fun as we walked along the bay after getting off at Central.
One of the other boys from the group came over to me and said, "hey, you go ot with Mathew Dunn dont you?" I looked at him to see if I knew him at all but he didnt look familiar, I said, "yeah Ive gone out with Matt, but we're not a couple".
I asked him how he knew Matt, because he didnt look familiar to me at all, he said that he lived near Mathew and was friends with is brother.
I could hear Fr.Chris and the others mucking around behind us and laughing, someone was pretending to throw someone in the harbour. I looked around and began to laugh when I saw the others having fun, but then they turned their attention onto me, "maybe Jasmine would like to go for a swim", one said.
Paul ran over to me and pretended to grab my arm and throw me in, but I resisted laughing. I couldnt help but notice Fr.Chris watching me, as though he was enjoying watching me have fun, kind of like how a Gardian Angel would watch over you.
Soon he and I began talking.
Eventually I made referrence to my unpleasant past week at school and Fr.Chris seemed really concerned for me
He wanted to know what was going on.
I didnt really want to get into it with him at that particular time, I just wanted to forget about it for the day, but somehow Fr.Chris felt that I needed to share this with him, and I wanted to, but I felt awkward doing so around the others.
He pumped me with a few questions, but I evaded a little by asking some questions of my own that I was curious if he could answer.
"Why do guys seem to want to take ownership of you?" I asked him, and "Why cant you just be friends with a guy without him wanting more from you?"
Fr.Chris began to take all my questions to heart. It was like he want to give them considerable thought before answering me.
I saw his eyes peer of into the distance.
He took my hand and looked into my eyess, he said to me ever so gently, "Jasmine, boys handle things alot differently than how girls would prefer them to...
I could tell that he was taking these questions seriously and wasnt intending on giving me some foolish half felt answer.
I loved the closeness this gave me with him.
This was like a special friendship that was so unique in itself.
Its so hard for me to explain.
With friends you can share so much with them, secret thoughts etc. But most the time they are not really into what you are saying because they are just listening to you, so you will in turn listen to their thoughts, but with Fr.Chris, it was like, everything you felt and thought of was important to him, nothing went astray, not one dot.
He took note of every word that described your feelings and views on things, as though, it was giving him a bigger picture of who you really are as a person, and he seemed to want to know you better than anyone else could ever know you. That's what made him so different to any of my other friends.
As the others tagged along behind, Fr.Chris and I would slip in and out of the conversation about what went on at school last week and why boys are the way they are, etc. We got into some very deep issues on all of that whilst cruising the harbour.
Soon I was wondering if the others had noticed our secretive conversation, and I worried what they might have thought.
But this never seemed to bother Fr.Chris at all.
This issue seemed to be important to him, it was important to him because he knew these things were upsetting me and I was getting a hard time at school about them.
Being aware of his concern for me this way began to stir emotions inside of me for him, I had to figure out, was this just because he was a Priest and this is the way they normally are with people, or did we have some kind of connection going on?
If I thought I had issues before with Matt it was nothing compared to what Im feeling now. This was turning out to be an incredible time of growing up for me.
By this stage, it wasnt Mathew causing me the confusion, it was something I was beginning to feel for Fr.Chris and that was making my head spin more than ever.
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