Kris and Kit

Chapter 19 ~ Wait, What Happened?

Kit

When youth group came to an end, we waited with the children as their parents came to pick them up. I stood at Kris's side as she complimented someone's drawing. She was so good with the kids. Slowly, the children began to leave. Then Kris and I were alone. Motioning to the door, Kris lead me outside. The evening air was cool and refreshing after chasing kids around for hours. Absent-mindedly, I gazed at Kris. Her hair was tied back, her bangs blowing slightly in the breeze. She stared out in the distance.

"You know, that was nice," Kris stated with a small smile. "Little kids don't judge you unless they're taught to early on. They're still open-minded," she mumbled.

"Mhm," I responded, not exactly sure what she had just said. "I um... I liked that song you played."

"Oh, uh, thanks," Kris replied, awkwardly looking away. "That was awkward at the end when they all stopped singing for the last verse."

"I think that's what they do for the person who usually plays that for them," I giggled. "I didn't know you could sing," I added quietly.

"Who, me?" Kris laughed. "I can't. Didn't you hear?"

"You have a beautiful voice," I protested.

"I can't sing any high notes," Kris retorted.

"Not everyone sings high notes!" I exclaimed. I was not going to have Kris seriously think that she could not sing.

"O-Okay, okay," Kris grinned, backing away slightly. "Fine. If you insist."

We were quiet for a while, waiting for my mom to come pick us up. She would be here any minute. "This was fun," I told Kris. "You should come next Wednesday."

"Oh, I don't know," Kris sighed. "It's not really my thing. I like working with kids though."

"Me too," I added.

Kris looked over at me and smiled. "I guess we have another thing in common."

The sound of tires grinding against the road caught our attention, and we watched as my mom pulled up to take us home. All the way there, I felt like I was sitting in the middle of two feelings. Actually, it began to feel more like a jumbled mess. Never had I been so unsure of myself.

Kris

The next day, I had work for the first time. The yogurt place wasn't open yet, but it would be tomorrow. My job was to get everything ready for opening day. As I approached the counter where all the toppings would go, Jo was already starting to fill a container with candy. Like everyone else, she was wearing her name tag but not her work shirt.

"Hey," Jo greeted me. "I guess we're filling these before tomorrow. Not sure if we put out the fruit yet."

"Where are all the toppings?" I asked.

"Back room, follow me," Jo announced. She guided me into a room with bags of supplies and handed me some big candy packages.

"How are things with you and Sophie?" I questioned as we headed back to the counter.

"Well, it's fine I guess. You know, we're not dating," Jo muttered.

"Sure, okay."

"I'm serious," Jo nudged me, opening a new bag. "Things just didn't go right."

"That sucks," I commented consolingly. When we were finished filling the dishes with toppings, we did a lot of cleaning. The counters needed to be wiped. The floor needed to be mopped. The counters needed to be set with bowls, napkins, and spoons. It was a lot of moving around, but I didn't mind really.