She Thought I Was Funny

After my first encounter with Lacye, I spent my Senior year doing normal activities.  I was playing Soccer, going to church, going to school, hanging out with friends and family, and working at a car wash. Lacye and I ran into each other many times, that year while I was being myself (acting stupid), which would start the ball rolling in our future, together.
The first stupid thing that Lacye witnessed was the Jimbo Show; which was an improvisational Doctor/Patient act, put on Jim Garcia and myself in the hallway of our beloved high school.  Jim would fall to the floor, spitting and convulsing, while I took charge by calming the crowd of onlookers and curing Jim of his ailment, before any teachers could make the scene.  Jim would go on to move to Hollywood, where he changed his name to Diego and is now a professional actor and singer in a band, called Stage 11.

The second time that Lacye witnessed the Trevino Humor was during the wintery football season, when I was a cheerleader escort.  Being an escort was a pretty cool job.  We pretty much did whatever the cheerleaders told us to do, like hold signs, bags, jackets, and of course pom poms.  The cool thing was that every escort had a cheerleader on each arm before and after each game, which made us feel pretty important.
The best part of the job was helping the cheerleaders excite the crowd.  I loved that part the most, as I had time to mingle about the crowd and make people laugh.  One cold game night, I found myself in front of a group of fans, huddled together in the bleachers.  I was wearing gloves, acting like my hand was broken by bending my fingers all the way back so that they touched the back of my hand.  As I screamed at the top of my lungs in fake anguish, I saw these blue eyes and a porcelain face smiling at me in the middle of the mass of blankets and jackets.

The third time I spent time with Lacye was in a less crowded atmosphere, over the Christmas break.  I went to an evening basketball game with my friend T.R., because we had nothing else to do.  As we were watching the game, I saw Lacye and her friend enter the gym.  Of course I was immediately nervous, and prayed that they might sit near us.  In no time Lacye and her friend climbed the steps and sat with us!  I thought to myself, "What are the chances?"  Little did I know that Lacye liked T.R. and her friend liked me.  Regardless, I had a great time cutting up and watching that smile form over and again.
When school resumed after the winter break, I passed Lacye in the hallway on my way to soccer practice, where she handed me a written note.  I was walking and reading the note which asked about my winter break and details about hers.  I was just entering the boys soccer locker room when I read the words, "I think you're funny!"  The final note at the bottom of the page was her phone number!  I grabbed the freshman soccer player next to me by the arms and spun him in a circle!  He just looked at me like I was crazy. Then I put him down, smiled and said, "She thought I was funny."