I guess that I must do this one, since I suggested it...
When I was fifteen, I had a crush on a guy at my friend's church. So, even though I wasn't religious at the time, I would attend all of the teen activities and even attended service on occasion. On the day of a particular activity, one that I had been eager to attend, my friend "B" asked if I'd come back to her house to feed her horses and chickens and muck out stalls. I never minded helping her, so I agreed.
To my surprise, my crush "N" asked to come along and B was okay with it. I was super nervous and quiet all the way to her house (and she lived waaaaay out in the country, so it was a long ride), while they talked about school and stuff. I was in the back seat, and N would turn around and ask me stuff and I'd just nod, blushing furiously.
At B's, they fed the chickens while I turned out the horses. I was starting to think B liked N, too, and I felt discouraged. I've never really been one to compete for a guy's attention, so I was already figuring that it wouldn't be long before they started dating and I was wishing I wasn't always so afraid to talk to people.
B and N came to help with the stalls. B asked N to get the wheelbarrow, which was on the other side of the stable. While he was away, she told me that N actually liked me and wanted to ask me to the Gold and Green Ball that night. (What a great friend!) I was shocked!
After we mucked out the stalls, we still had a few hours before the ball, so N wanted to explore B's property a bit. Her parents owned over 400 acres, and there were some interesting old buildings and the abandoned trailer her family used to live in. For some reason, knowing that he was interested in me made me a little braver, and I had started talking and joking around.