“Bella, are you sure about this?” Mason asked, as I drug him through the busy city streets.
I sighed for the umpteenth time, “Yes, I am sure, he’s nice, you’ll see,”
The ‘he’ I was referring to was Dave. Mason and I had been back together (if we had ever even really split up in the first place) for two weeks and I wanted him to meet Dave. I had been coming to
Dave’s church every Wednesday night for youth group, and this Wednesday I wanted him and Mason to meet.
“But Bella, I’ve been to a church before!” he protested.
“Not this one,”
He sighed heavily as I led him though the doors. Once inside I looked at him and saw him take in the building.
The church building itself was not impressive. It was a small square, brick building. There were pews, ten on each side, lining the way up to the pulpit. Everything was wooden and old looking, it
Unlike the first time I had met Dave, when we were alone, the little church was crowded with teens now, making the building seem that much smaller.
I walked directly up to Dave and introduced him and Mason.
They shook hands and Mason talked to him some about religion.
Mason and his parents went to church faithfully in town every week. Mason’s faith was stronger than I had thought and I was surprised at all the points him and Dave brought up that night. They
really liked each other, and for some reason, that relieved me.
As we were walking out Mason asked me, “Bella, why hadn’t you gone to church before?”
“I’m not sure,” I began slowly, “Mom and dad never went and I just kind of disregarded it as something to do.”
He shook his head and we walked in silence back to the car.
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