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Here is the 2012 Detail Magazine interview with chris evans:

The Avengers' Chris Evans: Just Your Average Beer-Swilling, Babe-Loving Buddhist

The 30-year-old Bud Light-chugging, Beantown-bred star of The Avengers is widely perceived as the ultimate guy's guy. But beneath the bro persona lies a serious student of Buddhism, an unrepentant song-and-dance man, and a guy who talks to his mom about sex. And farts.

By Adam Sachs,

Photographs by Norman Jean Roy

May 2012 Issue

"Should we just kill him and bury his body?" Chris Evans is stage whispering into the impassive blinking light of my digital recorder.

"Chris!" shouts his mother, her tone a familiar-to-anyone-with-a-mother mix of coddling and concern. "Don't say that! What if something happened?"

We're at Evans' apartment, an expansive but not overly tricked-out bachelor-pad-ish loft in a semi-industrial nowheresville part of Boston, hard by Chinatown, near an area sometimes called the Combat Zone. Evans has a fuzzy, floppy, slept-in-his-clothes aspect that'd be nearly unrecognizable if you knew him only by the upright, spit-polished bearing of the onscreen hero. His dog, East, a sweet and slobbery American bulldog, is spread out on a couch in front of the TV. The shelves of his fridge are neatly stacked with much of the world's supply of Bud Light in cans and little else.

On the counter sit a few buckets of muscle-making whey-protein powder that belong to Evans' roommate, Zach Jarvis, an old pal who sometimes tags along on set as a paid "assistant" and a personal trainer who bulked Evans up for his role as the super-ripped patriot in last summer's blockbuster Captain America: The First Avenger. A giant clock on the exposed-brick wall says it's early evening, but Evans operates on his own sense of time. Between gigs, his schedule's all his, which usually translates into long stretches of alone time during the day and longer social nights for the 30-year-old.

"I could just make this . . . disappear," says Josh Peck, another old pal and occasional on-set assistant, in a deadpan mumble, poking at the voice recorder I'd left on the table while I was in the bathroom.

Evans' mom, Lisa, now speaks directly into the microphone: "Don't listen to them—I'm trying to get them not to say these things!"

But not saying things isn't in the Evans DNA. They're an infectiously gregarious clan. Irish-Italians, proud Bostoners, close-knit, and innately theatrical. "We all act, we sing," Evans says. "It was like the fucking von Trapps." Mom was a dancer and now runs a children's theater. First-born Carly directed the family puppet shows and studied theater at NYU. Younger brother Scott has parts on One Life to Live and Law & Order under his belt and lives in Los Angeles full-time—something Evans stopped doing several years back. Rounding out the circle are baby sister Shanna and a pair of "strays" the family brought into their Sudbury, Massachusetts, home: Josh, who went from mowing the lawn to moving in when his folks relocated during his senior year in high school; and Demery, who was Evans' roommate until recently.

"Our house was like a hotel," Evans says. "It was a loony-tunes household. If you got arrested in high school, everyone knew: 'Call Mrs. Evans, she'll bail you out.'"

Growing up, they had a special floor put in the basement where all the kids practiced tap-dancing. The party-ready rec room also had a Ping-Pong table and a separate entrance. This was the house kids in the neighborhood wanted to hang at, and this was the kind of family you wanted to be adopted by. Spend an afternoon listening to them dish old dirt and talk over each other and it's easy to see why. Now they're worried they've said too much, laid bare the tender soul of the actor behind the star-spangled superhero outfit, so there's talk of offing the interviewer. I can hear all this from the bathroom, which, of course, is the point of a good stage whisper.

To be sure, no one's said too much, and the more you're brought into the embrace of this boisterous, funny, shit-slinging, demonstrably loving extended family, the more likable and enviable the whole dynamic is.

Sample exchange from today's lunch of baked ziti at a family-style Italian restaurant:

Mom: When he was a kid, he asked me, 'Mom, will I ever think farting isn't funny?'

Chris: You're throwing me under the bus, Ma! Thank you.

Mom: Well, if a dog farts you still find it funny.

Then, back at the apartment, where Mrs. Evans tries to give me good-natured dirt on her son without freaking him out:

Mom: You always tell me when you think a girl is attractive. You'll call me up so excited. Is that okay to say?

Chris: Nothing wrong with that.

Mom: And can I say all the girls you've brought to the house have been very sweet and wonderful? Of course, those are the ones that make it to the house. It's been a long time, hasn't it?

Chris: Looooong time.

Mom: The last one at our house? Was it six years ago?

Chris: No names, Ma!

Mom: But she knocked it out of the park.

Chris: She got drunk and puked at Auntie Pam's house! And she puked on the way home and she puked at our place.

Mom: And that's when I fell in love with her. Because she was real.

We're operating under a no-names rule, so I'm not asking if it's Jessica Biel who made this memorable first impression. She and Evans were serious for a couple of years. But I don't want to picture lovely Jessica Biel getting sick at Auntie Pam's or in the car or, really, anywhere.

East the bulldog ambles over to the table, begging for food.

"That dog is the love of his life," Mrs. Evans says. "Which tells me he'll be an unbelievable parent, but I don't want him to get married right now." She turns to Chris. "The way you are, I just don't think you're ready."

Some other things I learn about Evans from his mom: He hates going to the gym; he was so wound-up as a kid she'd let him stand during dinner, his legs shaking like caged greyhounds; he suffered weekly "Sunday-night meltdowns" over schoolwork and the angst of the sensitive middle-schooler; after she and his father split and he was making money from acting, he bought her the Sudbury family homestead rather than let her leave it.

Eventually his mom and Josh depart, and Evans and I go to work depleting his stash of Bud Light. It feels like we drink Bud Light and talk for days, because we basically do. I arrived early Friday evening; it's Saturday night now and it'll be sunup Sunday before I sleeplessly make my way to catch a train back to New York City. Somewhere in between we slip free of the gravitational pull of the bachelor pad and there's bottle service at a club and a long walk with entourage in tow back to Evans' apartment, where there is some earnest-yet-surreal group singing, piano playing, and chitchat. Evans is fun to talk to, partly because he's an open, self-mocking guy with an explosive laugh and no apparent need to sleep, and partly because when you cut just below the surface, it's clear he's not quite the dude's dude he sometimes plays onscreen and in TV appearances.

From a distance, Chris Evans the movie star seems a predictable, nearly inevitable piece of successful Hollywood packaging come to market. There's his major-release debut as the dorkily unaware jock Jake in the guilty pleasure Not Another Teen Movie (in one memorable scene, Evans has whipped cream on his chest and a banana up his ass). The female-friendly hunk appeal—his character in The Nanny Diaries is named simply Harvard Hottie—is balanced by a kind of casual-Friday, I'm-from-Boston regular-dudeness. Following the siren song of comic-book cash, he was the Human Torch in two Fantastic Four films. As with scrawny Steve Rogers, the Captain America suit beefed up his stature as a formidable screen presence, a bankable leading man, all of which leads us to The Avengers, this season's megabudget, megawatt ensemble in which he stars alongside Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo, Robert Downey Jr., and Chris Hemsworth.

It all feels inevitable—and yet it nearly didn't happen. Evans repeatedly turned down the Captain America role, fearing he'd be locked into what was originally a nine-picture deal. He was shooting Puncture, about a drug-addicted lawyer, at the time. Most actors doing small-budget legal dramas would jump at the chance to play the lead in a Marvel franchise, but Evans saw a decade of his life flash before his eyes.

What he remembers thinking is this: "What if the movie comes out and it's a success and I just reject all of this? What if I want to move to the fucking woods?"

By "the woods," he doesn't mean a quiet life away from the spotlight, some general metaphorical life escape route. He means the actual woods. "For a long time all I wanted for Christmas were books about outdoor survival," he says. "I was convinced that I was going to move to the woods. I camped a lot, I took classes. At 18, I told myself if I don't live in the woods by the time I'm 25, I have failed."

Evans has described his hesitation at signing on for Captain America. Usually he talks about the time commitment, the loss of what remained of his relative anonymity. On the junkets for the movie, he was open about needing therapy after the studio reduced the deal to six movies and he took the leap. What he doesn't usually mention is that he was racked with anxiety before the job came up.

"I get very nervous," Evans explains. "I shit the bed if I have to present something on stage or if I'm doing press. Because it's just you." He's been known to walk out of press conferences, to freeze up and go silent during the kind of relaxed-yet-high-stakes meetings an actor of his stature is expected to attend: "Do you know how badly I audition? Fifty percent of the time I have to walk out of the room. I'm naturally very pale, so I turn red and sweat. And I have to literally walk out. Sometimes mid-audition. You start having these conversations in your brain. 'Chris, don't do this. Chris, take it easy. You're just sitting in a room with a person saying some words, this isn't life. And you're letting this affect you? Shame on you.'"

Shades of "Sunday-night meltdowns." Luckily the nerves never follow him to the set. "You do your neuroses beforehand, so when they yell 'Action' you can be present," he says.

Okay, there was one on-set panic attack—while Evans was shooting Puncture. "We were getting ready to do a court scene in front of a bunch of people, and I don't know what happened," he says. "It's just your brain playing games with you. 'Hey, you know how we sometimes freak out? What if we did it right now?'"

One of the people who advised Evans to take the Captain America role was his eventual Avengers costar Robert Downey Jr. "I'd seen him around," Downey says. "We share an agent. I like to spend a lot of my free time talking to my agent about his other clients—I just had a feeling about him."

What he told Evans was: This puppy is going to be big, and when it is you're going to get to make the movies you want to make. "In the marathon obstacle course of a career," Downey says, "it's just good to have all the stats on paper for why you're not only a team player but also why it makes sense to support you in the projects you want to do—because you've made so much damned money for the studio."

There's also the fact that Evans had a chance to sign on for something likely to be a kind of watershed moment in the comic-book fascination of our time. "I do think The Avengers is the crescendo of this superhero phase in entertainment—except of course for Iron Man 3," Downey says. "It'll take a lot of innovation to keep it alive after this."

Captain America is the only person left who was truly close to Howard Stark, father of Tony Stark (a.k.a. Iron Man), which meant that Evans' and Downey's story lines are closely linked, and in the course of doing a lot of scenes together, they got to be pals. Downey diagnoses his friend with what he terms "low-grade red-carpet anxiety disorder."

"He just hates the game-show aspect of doing PR," Downey says. "Obviously there's pressure for anyone in this transition he's in. But he will easily triple that pressure to make sure he's not being lazy. That's why I respect the guy. I wouldn't necessarily want to be in his skin. But his motives are pure. He just needs to drink some red-carpet chamomile."

"The majority of the world is empty space," Chris Evans says, watching me as if my brain might explode on hearing this news—or like he might have to fight me if I try to contradict him. We're back at his apartment after a cigarette run through the Combat Zone.

"Empty space!" he says again, slapping the table and sort of yelling. Then, in a slow, breathy whisper, he repeats: "Empty space, empty space. All that we see in the world, the life, the animals, plants, people, it's all empty space. That's amazing!" He slaps the table again. "You want another beer? Gotta be Bud Light. Get dirty—you're in Boston. Okay, organize your thoughts. I gotta take a piss . . ."

My thoughts are this: That this guy who is hugging his dog and talking to me about space and mortality and the trouble with Boston girls who believe crazy gossip about him—this is not the guy I expected to meet. I figured he'd be a meatball. Though, truthfully, I'd never called anyone a meatball until Evans turned me on to the put-down. As in: "My sister Shanna dates meatballs." And, more to the point: "When I do interviews, I'd rather just be the beer-drinking dude from Boston and not get into the complex shit, because I don't want every meatball saying, 'So hey, whaddyathink about Buddhism?'"

At 17, Evans came across a copy of Hermann Hesse's Siddhartha and began his spiritual questing. It's a path of study and struggle that, he says, defines his true purpose in life. "I love acting. It's my playground, it lets me explore. But my happiness in this world, my level of peace, is never going to be dictated by acting," he says. "My goal in life is to detach from the egoic mind. Do you know anything about Eastern philosophy?"

I sip some Bud Light and shake my head sheepishly. "They talk about the egoic mind, the part of you that's self-aware, the watcher, the person you think is driving this machine," he says. "And that separation from self and mind is the root of suffering. There are ways of retraining the way you think. This isn't really supported in Western society, which is focused on 'Go get it, earn it, win it, marry it.'"

Scarlett Johansson says that one of the things she appreciates about Evans is how he steers clear of industry chat when they see each other. "Basically every actor," she says, "including myself, when we finish a job we're like, 'Well, that's it for me. Had a good run. Put me out to pasture.' But Chris doesn't strike me as someone who frets about the next job." The two met on the set of The Perfect Score when they were teenagers and have stayed close; The Avengers is their third movie together. "He has this obviously masculine presence—a dude's dude—and we're used to seeing him play heroic characters," Johansson says, "but he's also surprisingly sensitive. He has close female friends, and you can talk to him about anything. Plus there's that secret song-and-dance, jazz-hands side of Chris. I feel like he grew up with the Partridge Family. He'd be just as happy doing Guys and Dolls as he would Captain America 2."

East needs to do his business, so Evans and I take him up to the roof deck. Evans bought this apartment in 2010 when living in L.A. full-time no longer appealed to him. He came back to stay close to his extended family and the intimate circle of Boston pals he's maintained since high school. The move also seems like a pretty clear keep-it-real hedge against the manic ego-stroking distractions of Hollywood.

"I think my daytime person is different than my nighttime person," Evans says. "With my high-school buddies, we drink beer and talk sports and it's great. The kids in my Buddhism class in L.A., they're wildly intelligent, and I love being around them, but they're not talking about the Celtics. And that's part of me. It's a strange dichotomy. I don't mind being a certain way with some people and having this other piece of me that's just for me."

I asked Downey about Evans' outward regular-Joe persona. "It's complete horseshit," Downey says. "There's an inherent street-smart intelligence there. I don't think he tries to hide it. But he's much more evolved and much more culturally aware than he lets on."

Perhaps the meatball and the meditation can coexist. We argue about our egoic brains and the tao of Boston girls. "I love wet hair and sweatpants," he says in their defense. "I like sneakers and ponytails. I like girls who aren't so la-di-da. L.A. is so la-di-da. I like Boston girls who shit on me. Not literally. Girls who give me a hard time, bust my chops a little."

The chief buster of Evans' chops is, of course, Evans himself. "The problem is, the brain I'm using to dissect this world is a brain formed by it," he says. "We're born into confusion, and we get the blessing of letting go of it." Then he adds: "I think this shit by day. And then night comes and it's like, 'Fuck it, let's drink.'"

And so we do. It's getting late. Again. We should have eaten dinner, but Evans sometimes forgets to eat: "If I could just take a pill to make me full forever, I wouldn't think twice."

We talk about his dog and camping with his dog and why he loves being alone more than almost anything except maybe not being alone. "I swear to God, if you saw me when I am by myself in the woods, I'm a lunatic," he says. "I sing, I dance. I do crazy shit."

Evans' unflagging, all-encompassing enthusiasm is impressive, itself a kind of social intelligence. "If you want to have a good conversation with him, don't talk about the fact that he's famous" was the advice I got from Mark Kassen, who codirected Puncture. "He's a blast, a guy who can hang. For quite a long time. Many hours in a row."

I've stopped looking at the clock. We've stopped talking philosophy and moved into more emotional territory. He asks questions about my 9-month-old son, and then Captain America gets teary when I talk about the wonder of his birth. "I weep at everything," he says. "I emote. I love things so much—I just never want to dilute that."

He talks about how close he feels to his family, how open they all are with each other. About everything. All the time. "The first time I had sex," he says, "I raced home and was like, 'Mom, I just had sex! Where's the clit?'"

Wait, I ask—did she ever tell you?

"Still don't know where it is, man," he says, then breaks into a smile composed of equal parts shit-eating grin and inner peace. "I just don't know. Make some movies, you don't have to know…"

Here is the 2012 Detail Magazine interview with chris evans:

The Avengers' Chris Evans: Just Your Average Beer-Swilling, Babe-Loving Buddhist

By Adam Sachs,

Photographs by Norman Jean Roy

May 2012 Issue

"Should we just kill him and bury his body?" Chris Evans is stage whispering into the impassive blinking light of my digital recorder.

"Chris!" shouts his mother, her tone a familiar-to-anyone-with-a-mother mix of coddling and concern. "Don't say that! What if something happened?"

Evans' mom, Lisa, now speaks directly into the microphone: "Don't listen to them—I'm trying to get them not to say these things!"

"Our house was like a hotel," Evans says. "It was a loony-tunes household. If you got arrested in high school, everyone knew: 'Call Mrs. Evans, she'll bail you out.'"

Sample exchange from today's lunch of baked ziti at a family-style Italian restaurant:

Mom: When he was a kid, he asked me, 'Mom, will I ever think farting isn't funny?'

Chris: You're throwing me under the bus, Ma! Thank you.

Mom: Well, if a dog farts you still find it funny.

Then, back at the apartment, where Mrs. Evans tries to give me good-natured dirt on her son without freaking him out:

Mom: You always tell me when you think a girl is attractive. You'll call me up so excited. Is that okay to say?

Chris: Nothing wrong with that.

Mom: And can I say all the girls you've brought to the house have been very sweet and wonderful? Of course, those are the ones that make it to the house. It's been a long time, hasn't it?

Chris: Looooong time.

Mom: The last one at our house? Was it six years ago?

Chris: No names, Ma!

Mom: But she knocked it out of the park.

Chris: She got drunk and puked at Auntie Pam's house! And she puked on the way home and she puked at our place.

Mom: And that's when I fell in love with her. Because she was real.

East the bulldog ambles over to the table, begging for food.

What he remembers thinking is this: "What if the movie comes out and it's a success and I just reject all of this? What if I want to move to the fucking woods?"

Shades of "Sunday-night meltdowns." Luckily the nerves never follow him to the set. "You do your neuroses beforehand, so when they yell 'Action' you can be present," he says.

And so we do. It's getting late. Again. We should have eaten dinner, but Evans sometimes forgets to eat: "If I could just take a pill to make me full forever, I wouldn't think twice."

Wait, I ask—did she ever tell you?

"Still don't know where it is, man," he says, then breaks into a smile composed of equal parts shit-eating grin and inner peace. "I just don't know. Make some movies, you don't have to know…"

If someone doesn't want to check the link, the anon sent the full interview!

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childofthenight2035 · 6 years

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Sing For Me (Part 3)

Pairing: Kim Jongin x gn!Reader

Summary/Prompt: What if the lyrics to the song you sing come true when you’re around your soulmate?

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None

Find the other parts in my masterlist! Link in bio.

Hey I just thought of something weird

Kai frowned at the paper I passed him, glancing over to me before writing out his reply.

What?

Well, you know when I came up to you outside, you said hello and then told me your name and held the door open for me, right?

Yeah…

Well I was singing a song just before that. the lyrics were like, all I know is you said hello…then all I know is a simple name and all I know is you held the door ahaha isn’t that cool

He took the paper and read the message, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement.

What a coincidence it’s like the song came true…like dreams come true

I smiled at his words, trying hard not to blush. Oh really? What’s your dream that you want to come true?

He remained still for a while, his thumb and index finger rapidly (and nervously?) playing with his pencil. Then, as if he made a sudden decision, he bent over the paper and wrote.

Well, I think I’m “texting” my dream right now.

My mouth fell open, heat climbing up my cheeks and my neck. I chanced a glance towards him, but he was determinedly avoiding my gaze, although I noticed that his ears had turned red. I decided not to embarrass him further.

Yeah, what’s up with that? Can’t we just use our phones instead?

He read it and his shoulders slumped a little- from relief or disappointment, I couldn’t tell.

Nope, second rule of detention- no phones

It seems like you have a pretty good knowledge of this place

I wish I didn’t…My best friend lands me in here sometimes. You might have heard of him, he’s notorious for it- Oh Sehun?

Oh Sehun…I’ve definitely heard that name before, but I just can’t place it….Does he happen to be good with girls?

Oh hell yeah, like you wouldn’t believe

Then I must have heard the girls in my class talking about him

Probably

The bell rang for the three forty-five dismissal and the rest of the screw-ups in detention leapt to their feet and nearly ran out of the class. The teacher was slower, taking her time gathering the papers she had been correcting. Both of us, however, remained in our seats.

“So,” Kai spoke. “I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe?”

I nodded. “Yeah, of course. But not here, I hope?”

He laughed. “Yeah, no. Not here.”

He pulled on his jacket and I slung my backpack over my shoulder. “Well, bye, then.”

He smirked. “Sing happy songs, okay? Just in case.”

I giggled. “Sure will.”

“Wait, do you really think that song came true?” my friend asked me the next day after first period. “That’s impossible. Maybe he heard you singing that and he was just messing around.”

“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” I said, still hungover from yesterday’s written conversation that I had yet to tell her about.

“Try singing something now, something crazy,” she suggested. “Then we’ll know for sure it was just a coincidence.”

I shrugged. “Okay. Uh…”

“I loved you dangerously, more than the air that I breathe

Knew we would crash at the speed that we were going

Didn’t care if the explosion ruined me…

Baby, I loved you dangerously

Usually, I hold the power with both my hands

Tied behind my back

Look at how things change, 'cause now you’re the train

And I’m tied to the track

You’ve awoken me, but you’re choking me

I was so obsessed

Gave you all of me, and now honestly, I got nothing left

Cause I loved you dangerously…”

A pause. Nothing happened. Both of us burst out laughing.

“Are we seriously testing that?” she said. “We must be crazy.”

“I guess so,” I replied, giggling. “Like, if it was true, I’d be kinda dead by now. I would be being choked.”

“By Kai, you hope?” she asked slyly. I gasped and hit her hard across the shoulder.

“Shut up!”

I left school after most people went home so I could walk to the bus stop at a leisurely pace. I stuck my earphones in and connected the them to my iPod. Pressing play, I began my walk, waiting for whichever song showed up first on shuffle.

A familiar beat began to play and I mentally groaned. It was Carly Rae’s Sweetie, and although I had no idea how it found its way into my playlist, it was a catchy song, I knew the lyrics and I found myself bobbing my head along to it. I was too lazy to change it, so I just sang along.

“We were both headed different ways, both in a rush, trying to get away

I ran into you, like a crash of thunder

Out in the rain waiting for the bus, we started talking 'bout different stuff

And it’s true….Oh, come on, are you kidding me?” A lone raindrop splashed onto my nose and I lifted my face to gaze at the sky. Clouds had built up. Today was a rainy day, apparently. I wish I’d known because, of course, I didn’t have my umbrella with me.

The drops of rain quickly transformed into a downpour. I stuffed my iPod into my pocket and stood there, wondering what to do. I was halfway to the bus stop, what do I do? I just decided to turn and run back to school. I would at least get shelter there. I tugged my jacket over my head and sprinted back the way I’d come.

Barely a moment had passed when I slammed abruptly into a hard body. Evidently, the person had been running in the opposite direction.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed as loud as I could to be heard in the pouring rain.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice shouted in reply. “That you?”

“Kai?” I squinted through the wall of water. He seized my arm and pulled me with him to the school building. Once we’d dashed across the entrance, both of us shook ourselves off like wet dogs (earning us a disgusted glance from the secretary- hey lady, how about I shove this-)

“This is insane, isn’t it?” Kai suddenly asked. “I mean, who would expect this rain all of a sudden?” He peeled off his jacket and helped mine off. “What a day.” He raked his hand through his wet hair and it took all my self-control not to drool. He wrung out our jackets out on the driveway and my gaze fixated on the muscles flexing in his arms. Damn, I thought. He looks so fine like this.

“You okay?” He asked and I tore my eyes away.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Just cold, I guess.”

“Oh. Here.” He placed my considerably dried jacket over my shoulders and began rubbing up and down my arms. I swear I was almost transported into an alternate reality. “Friction,” he murmured. “Heat. Ninth grade physics.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at the way he said that. “Very impressive memory.”

“Hey, once you two have stopped feeling each other up,” a loud voice spoke. “Might as well try to get home.” Kai jumped away from me, glaring at a tall boy who had come up behind us.

“Um, Y/N, this is-"

“Oh Sehun.” The boy extended his hand and promptly shook mine. “Heard a lot about you. Too much, actually. I mean, there’s a limit to how many times a day a guy hears about how cute and funny you are, right?”

My mouth opened in surprise and Kai clamped a hand over Sehun’s mouth. “He’s- he’s just being rude,” he tried to explain. “That’s not true.” Sehun managed to free himself.

“Sure it’s not true,” he continued, “It’s only- hey!” Kai seized his umbrella and grabbed my hand, dragging me outside with him. “What the hell dude! How am I supposed to go home now?”

Kai opened the umbrella, fitting his body and mine under it. “Find your own way, asshole.” Then the two of us stepped out into the rain, walking towards the bus stop.

“What, you can’t be serious,” Kai protested.

“I’m not joking!” I retorted. “I was literally singing that before this happened!”

“Well, that’s got to be a joke, I mean, come on, that doesn’t happen in real life.”

“I don’t know, I’m just telling you what happened.”

“But it didn’t work when you sang it in class, did it?”

“Well, maybe it only works when you’re near me.”

He fell silent, turning away, the tips of his ears a shade pinker. We stood at the bus stop in silence for some time, before he spoke. “Well, would you like to give it a go right now?”

I glanced at him, nervous. “I don’t know if I want to risk it.”

He nodded. “Well, then, would it be okay if you met me in the dance room tomorrow at first bell? I…um, I want to try something.”

“Dance room? You dance?” I asked curiously.

He smirked. “Why don’t you find out?”

A horn interrupted my thoughts. The bus came to a stop in front of me and Kai pushed me forward. I turned back to him, puzzled as to why he wasn’t getting on.

He shook his head. “My house is on the other side of town.”

My jaw dropped as he blushed deeply.

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cchmissions · 6 years

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Israel Day Seven: Sunday 1/06/19

Looking back, this day was one of my favorites—but for reasons outside of the itinerary. Maybe it was the hours that we spent cramped on the bus singing Bohemian Rhapsody, Somebody to Love, or Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me, which Lance dedicated to our beloved Security guard Michael. Maybe it was because the group had become so comfortable with one another that a new atmosphere had rose amongst us. Maybe it was because the cold weather and “holy hail” which caused us to act like children and no longer care about personal space in the pursuit of warmth. Or maybe, it’s because my favorite number is seven so I was biased to believe that this day would be great. Whatever the reason, God made day seven of the trip a magical one.

Israel’s geography varies greatly depending on your location. Southern Israel is dry and desert like. Northern Israel has green hills and lots of volcanic rock. Along the Mediterranean, the land is slightly more flat. We spent the first 5 days traveling in and around Jerusalem, which has a city law that all buildings must be made out of limestone, so we hadn’t seen much farming land yet. Being from Missouri, it was very hard for me to grasp that the thousands of large rocks that were scattered along the hills weren’t placed there by humans. Here our (very unimpressive) hills are bare or have trees, but in Israel the (very impressive) hills have been blessed with the company of large rocks.

Our first stop of the day was at Gadot outlook, an old IDF outpost that had previously been in constant threat of the Syrians. After our guide, Efrat, shared some more details on the development of Israel we got back in the bus and headed up the hills to the Golan Heights. We were 3,400 ft above sea level so the wind, rain/hail, and cold chills made it difficult to stay outside for too long. The Heights border Jordan, Syria, and Lebanon. The group soaked up the gorgeous view, played in the cement bunkers, and ran around yelling “PARKOUR” making sure everyone there knew we were tourists. Once the cold became too much, we went inside a cute little cabin located at the top of the hill which sold coffee and other hot beverages to everyone’s delight. It was back to the bus once our drinks were finished, and back down the hill. If you are questioning how a large bus was able to maneuver its’ way up a narrow-winding road that cascaded a hill, you are going to have to keep on wondering because I was there, and I still have no idea how our bus driver did it.

We then drove to a site that has at least four names: Temple of Pan, Caesarea Philippi, Panias, and Banias because Muslims can’t pronounce ‘p’. This location used to be full of pagan worship. People would come from far away just to worship their gods there; the river which flowed nearby also attracted many. This was also where Philip, Herod the Great’s son, established the capital of his tetrarchy. He named it in honor of the Emperor of Rome, Augustus Caesar. As if this place needed anymore reasons for existing, it was also believed to be the place where Peter identified that Jesus was the Messiah in Matthew 16:13-16.

“Now when Jesus came into he district of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, ‘Who do people say that the Son of Man is?’ And they said, ‘Some say John the Baptist, others say Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.’ He said to them, ‘But who do you say that I am?’ Simon Peter replied, ‘You are the Christ, the Son of the Living God.’”

Our next stop was in the town of Jish, at a Maronite church. The Maronite people are descendants of Syrians, and the last group of Christians that have been in Israel since the time of Jesus. An Israeli Aramaic Maronite spoke to the group about the oppression the church has experienced, how many people were forced into other religions/people groups but are actually Armenian, and how we as American Christians can help this small Christian minority in the Middle East. After the presentation, we went to the basement of the old church and ate with the students from the 7 other Passages buses. The members of the church made us pita bread and set out many options for fillings—think Israeli Subway. Because of our cold and wet adventures of the morning and since it had been 7 hours since breakfast, we dug into our warm home-cooked meal like animals.

The Maronite church in Jish was actually our last stop of the day, so we headed back to the hotel with full stomachs. Anytime the bus ride was more than 5 minutes, Efrat our guide would take the liberty of educating and pointing out important buildings or locations we were passing. On this long ride back, she shared with us the story of Bamba. During the 1st Gulf War, Israel was told to create a safe room with water, non-perishables, blankets, but also to take something that would keep the children calm. Bamba, a peanut butter corn-puff similar to a puffed Cheetoh, ended up being the peaceful pacifier the children needed. The snack became so popular that the Israeli government gave the factory permission to produce it 24/6 in order to have enough. After sampling it, we all understood the need for mass production.

We arrived at the hotel a few hours before dinner and had no other obligations that evening, so a large group of us spent the rest of the evening playing games like Signs and Silent Football in the hotel’s lobby areas. It was so much fun laughing and learning about other students living at CCH, that I may have never had the opportunity to get to know otherwise. Like I mentioned earlier, there was something special about day seven. Maybe the Bamba. Maybe the physical and mental exhaustion finally taking over. But more probable, we had all fell in love with Israel and the people we were able to enjoy it with.

A non-significant yet still beautiful hill we passed while driving

Efrat (far right) talking about the Golan Heights before we go play & quite possibly my MOST favorite picture I took on the whole trip. Please note the amazingly hilarious facial expressions of (L to R) Brock Gibson, Emily Bateman, Aleea Magras, Olivia Finley, Serai Barton, Grace Compton, Carlie Cunningham, Kylea Smith, and Conner McBride. Like I said, day seven was magical!

Golan Heights view pt 1

Golan Heights pt 2

Kylea Smith and Lance Tamerius enjoying the coffee in the shop on Golan Heights

Rock from the Temple of Pan

*Generally “temples” were just caves, not churches or buildings as some might expect

Lauren Haley rocking out during our musical sing-along time on the bus

The Maronite Church in Jish

Efrat sharing the story of Bamba before she lets us sample it

The group playing Silent Football watching Alex Weideman chug over 1 liter of water because he lost that round. (L to R) Helena Jordheim, Carolyn Jordheim, Sam Patterson, Morgan Gibson, Aidan Anderson, Alex Weideman, Jared Myers, Annie Walsh, and Paige Wakefield

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April 2015/May 2017

1. Last kiss Matt on his bed / Jonathan 2. Last phone call Mom / Mom 3. Last text message Sent something to Danni don’t remember what / Asked Azita if she wants anything from Aldi 4. Last song you listened to Novacane / Wicked Game by Chris 5. Last time you cried Tonight / I think four weeks ago HAVE YOU EVER: 6. Dated someone twice Not really / No 7. Been cheated on No I cheated with 8. Self harmed No 9. Lost someone special Yeah 10. Been depressed Yes 11. Been drunk and threw up No

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: 12. had sex Not really, playing around was hot though / Yes, the best sex I’ve had was definitely with Jonathan 13. How many people have you had sex with this year? None, but I have played a little with Matty / 1 15. Made a new friend Yes indeed 17. Laughed until you cried Yep 18. Met someone who changed you Not this year no 19. Found out who your true friends were I found out long ago, and I haven’t let anyone new in that much / It’s something I don’t believe will ever be something you stop finding out to be honest. Different times in my life will show me different sides to people.

20. Found out someone was talking about you No one talks about me anymore, I don’t give em that luxury ;) / I haven’t found out for sure but I do have a feeling that Carly and possibly Taylor don’t think that highly of me thanks to none other but the lovely Sandra :) So, you know, someone who was my best friend bitching about me is always nice, right? 26. What did you do for your last Birthday Awww I had a big burrito and churro get together with my best friends. Was such a beautiful weekend. / My last birthday ... I Think Sandra and I went out for dinner and dessert and I saw a few friends but I was a little sad about it tbh. I invited so many people and none of them came along. 27. What time did you wake up today Like 10 AM / 11 PM 29. Name something you CANNOT wait for I think I’m looking forward to seeing Brian again, and I can’t wait for my holidays / Supanova and my birthday dinner :) Oh and of course, all AFI concert with Azita, and hopefully going on a holiday to the islands for my 25th and also getting my tattoo this year.

30. Last time you saw your all of your siblings at the same time Over an hour ago / Couple of hours ago 31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? Dad to still be here / At the moment I wish my family and I lived in a better house, I wish dad was still alive and well and I wish I had a job then I’d be a lot happier I think. 32. What are you listening to right now? Rainy mood app / Sound soother - 8 hour relaxation 33. When is the last time you had sex? I haven’t / Feb 34. Who’s getting on your nerves right now No one / urgh... Sandra I guess. Just how she’s gone about this whole situation. No consideration or care for my feelings, lousy excuses to have been treating me like I’m satan and she’s the angel trying to protect herself from me. 35. Most used app Facebook / Instagram and Spout, for sure. 36. Favorite color Blue and black 37. Nicknames Rosey 38. Relationship Status Single 39. Zodiac sign Sexy and Seductive Scorpio :P 40. Male or female female 41. Primary school Liverpool public and Busby west 42. Secondary School James busby high, quakers hill high 43. High school/college Wyndham college 44. Eye color Dark brown / Brown

46. Height Not sure 47. Do you have a crush on someone Brian, yes / Kurt Cobain :P 48. What do you like about yourself I am so much like everyone I love, I am my mother, I am my father, my fallen idol Jeff Buckley, my favorite tv show characters Dean and Sam Winchester, Garth. I am Prue and Phoebe Halliwell and I am so influenced by my friends. These people are all an extension of me. / I’m kind and caring and forgiving and I don’t always conform to the norm of society and I actually think and feel and I’m actually able to have such an open mind that I can form a completely unbias opinion on things and situations including times when I know I have to own up to something when I know I am wrong. *breathes* 49. Piercings Just ears but they’re closing up 50. Tattoos Not any yet / First one will be a turtle and a moon. 51. Righty or lefty Righty FIRSTS: 53. First piercing Ears- age 5 I think, or younger / Nah I was definitely about 2 or 3. 54. First best friend Sophie Lemon and Rebecca Clark. 55. First kiss Ellie 56. First boyfriend Never had one RIGHT NOW: 59. Eating Nothing yet / m&m’s 60. Drinking Nothing / Jasmine Green Tea 61. I’m about to Go get something to eat / get back to writing my paper after this quiz 63. Waiting for Brian, Sandra or Matt to reply / This quiz to finish

YOUR FUTURE: 64. Want kids? Yeah/ I want two daughters and a son. Prudence, Patricia Grace and Alan. 65. Get married? Yeah I don’t mind 66. Career Social Worker or counselor / I got a coupla ideas. I want a job at my university, though. Ultimately. I would like to either get a job as an HR Assistant, IT Tech, Careers Assistant, Study Coach or Student Advisor. Either way, I want a long term career at my university. WHICH IS BETTER: 67. Lips or eyes Eyes 68. Hugs or kisses Hugs 69. Shorter or taller Taller 70. Older or Younger Older 71. Romantic or spontaneous Both 72. Nice stomach or nice arms Both / Doesn’t matter too much. I’d like a guy who is not too fat though 73. Sensitive or loud Dunno 74. Hook-up or relationship I’m not fussed / Relationship. HAVE YOU EVER: 76. Kissed a stranger I’ve kissed someone I barely knew, but he wasn’t really a stranger 77. Drank hard liquor No 78. Lost glasses/contacts No 79. Had sex No 80. Broken someone’s heart Yes :( 82. Been arrested No 83. Turned someone down Yeah 84. Cried when someone died Yeah 85. Fallen for a friend Only the great Matty / Yeah DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 86. Yourself Yes I am here, I exist, haha 87. Miracles Not really 88. Love at first sight No 89. Heaven Yeah 90. Santa Clause No 91. Kiss on the first date Yeah 92. Angels Yeah 93. How would you label yourself? - 94. Someone You Pray Everyday For I don’t pray 95. Did you sing today Yeah 96. Who From All Your Ex’s have You Cared The Most About I have no ex but in the dozen set of guys I loved, adored and deeply cared for Matt only. He was everything to me at one point. Don’t think that really goes away / I don’t have an ex and I remember who i cared for the most at one point, but those days are completely over and I have no desire to go back or think back. 97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go? 2003-7, drag daddy-o to the doctors. Even if I have to bang my head against the wall throw a full blown tantrum, beg whatever have you I will do it. / Yep, to this day. I don’t know if meddling with the forces of time will fuck up any future that is meant to be, I don’t know if I even believe that anymore. That everything happens for a reason and you can’t save people and everything has a time. Does everything really have a time? Are we really so powerless? Why did my dad’s death have to happen so early, what lesson or good or future plan could have been accomplished by it? It’s six fucking years later and I’m still living the same story, sure theres progress being made but it could have happened with dad here because those changes are inevitable. There was literally no point to his death other than God deciding to bring my family and I some more suffering and a less brighter future. 98. Out Of Everything In The World What Do You Wish For To own a time machine that goes back in time. 99. Are you afraid of falling in love? Yes, terrified. / Nope 100. Do you like the way you look? Only sometimes.

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