EMMA'S SIDE


Elisha was the first person I met when entering Johnson for the second half of my junior year. I remember the feeling I had when he showed me around, he was so welcoming and I found it sweet that he had offered to give the tour. Little did I know that his hospitality was entirely accredited to his four rock, paper, scissor losses. My sister entered Johnson with friends, I didn’t have any friends going into Johnson. Knowing that, Elisha offered me a seat with him and his friends at lunch. I sat with them during the first week then branched off and made some friends of my own. We were acquaintances during the short time I attended Johnson High School, then we went our separate ways. Elisha went on to New Mexico Highlands and I attended ACC. In early May of 2023, My family and I attended my little brothers seven on seven tournament at Hays football field. I remember setting our collapsable chairs down and trying to find my brother on the length of this field. During this search, I noticed the kind but unwilling soul that showed me around Johnson. I turned to my mom and said, That's the guy who showed me around my first day, he was really cute. As I stared, subtly trying to get his attention, my mom suddenly decided there was too much sun in her eyes and asked that we go to the other side of the field. I reluctantly agreed and continued my staring from across the field. When the games ended we started packing everything up, I was walking back and forth across this field debating whether I should say hi or not. I was on my final lap around this field and asked my mom, “should I say hi? What if I just yelled at him from where I am at?” My mom has never been one for yelling at people so she was a very hesitant supporter of this idea. I was at one far end and Elisha was in the middle of the field when I said “ELI!” I yelled this four or five times. Nobody calls Elisha Eli, I have no idea why this was the route I took to get his attention, but it was effective enough. His friend kind of nudged him and pointed in my direction, I can only imagine I looked like a crazy person waving the way I did. I felt satisfied and continued walking to my car, Elisha's side said that he was startled by me yelling but flattered and tried to find me in the parking lot. By that point, I had already left and begun my social media search for this beautiful seven-on-seven Johnson football man. I found him, followed him, and waited a solid two minutes before he dmed me on instagram. We talked for somewhere around 2-3 weeks, then we went on a date to Chick-fil-A, the rest was history.
THE END! Kinda, it’s more like the beginning.

ELISHA'S SIDE


I met Emma on a random Wednesday after winter break. None of the student aids felt like giving a tour so we played rock paper scissors and I lost four times. Those four losses were the reason I met the best thing to happen in my life. I gave her a tour of the school and learned a couple things, first being that Emma liked to talk, and second that she was by far one of the coolest girls I had ever met. Didn’t hurt that she was pretty too. I nervously asked her at the end of the tour to sit with me and my friends at lunch because I knew she hadn't met anyone yet. She sat with us for a week and then started to sit with people she had met in her classes. After these short but sweet interactions, we parted ways and would not see each other for almost a year after graduation. I left to New Mexico Highlands to pursue college football and ended up returning home for the summer of 2023. The day after my return I was talked in to going to a seven-on-seven football tournament with my friend who was coaching. I sat with my other friend on the side lines and supported his little brother. I remember turning to my right and seeing one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen sitting next to me. I thought that she looked familiar. I was building up the courage to talk to her when she and her very tall mother got up and moved to the other side of the field. I gave up on the idea of talking to her and watched the rest of the game. The game finished and as my friends and I were about to leave I heard a voice from across the field screaming, “Eli!” I ignored it until my friend nudged me and told me this girl was screaming at me. I looked up to see the girl from before yelling at me and waving her arms like a crazy person. I waved back and she looked content and joined her family in leaving the field. I told my friend I was going to the bathroom and snuck off to the parking lot to find her, but when I got there she was gone. I once again gave up on the idea of finding her until an hour later I got a follow request on Instagram from a “red panda bear,” which ended up being her. I dmed her and we started talking and haven't stopped since. Little did I know that summer would end up being the best one of my life.
The end