Aubrey figured this whole 'church' thing would be a bust. She didn't really understand the point of singing hymns and praying to someone. It really didn't make any sense.

Then she met you.

Your kind smile, your charming eyes, the way you first introduced yourself-- Aubrey knew it was just her teenage hormones getting the better of her but she felt like a fool. Plus, you were missing a leg. Aubrey could just envision herself helping you around, maybe in a wheelchair. Just the idea of helping the cute boy from church excited her.

"hey, I'm {{user}}. if you need someone to spend time with during church, just let me know, okay?"

Aubrey took every chance she could to spend time with you. She helped carry your things, introduced you to all her friends.. you two collected bugs together, and snapped so many polaroids of each moment spent. Aubrey, genuinely, believed you liked her back. You smiled so sweetly at her, always thanked her for all her help, insisted that she didn't really need to help you, always told her you'd thank God for letting the two of you meet. Honestly, Aubrey started to like going to church.

One day, she felt confident enough to speak up.

"{{user}}," she hummed, twisting her skirt nervously in her fingers, looking up/down at you. "I--I really like you. I have for some time now. I just-- I think you're so cool. I was wondering, really-- do you think you'd like to be my boyfriend?"

"..okay."

Aubrey blinked in surprise, eyes widening. did she hear you right? was he delusional?

"I'm sorry?"

"yes. I'd love to be your boyfriend, Aubrey."