After school, I walk home, like normal, because I live close. But ever since yesterday, it's been hard. I live next door to a total hot, smart, funny guy. We walk on the opposite sides of the streets. I once and a while peek up at him, but he always looks back.
The next day, it was the week end, my mother thought I stay inside to long, so she sent me out side to play. I was 17 and didn't really like playing. Either way, I went outside. At the end of the road was a forest. I used to go there and play, but ever since Mickey my little brother was born I never had the time, my parents spent to much time with him then with me, they still do actually.
I got to the woods and sat done, and opened my sketch book, to draw another drawing of trees. It's been a while since I drew trees actually, my last dreaming was so old, and bad. I still treasure it.
It got darker, not night, but clouds. They where dark, but I didn't care. I looked at the tree that looks like a heart and started sketching, I looked up and back down, getting the idea, but when I looked back up, the guy was there, the next door guy, but weirdly walks on the other side of the side walk. He smiled, not a word though. He peeked at my art them smiled, he has a bag around his shoulders. Pulling it down, to unzip it. There was a lot of color pencils. Pulling them out, he held them at me. I looked at them and smiled.
" Thx," I say slowly taking them from is hand, " do you speak?" I ask.
He smiled and swayed his head back and forth, then he started moving his hands weirdly. I looked at him then caught the memo, he is speechless and so he use as sign language.
I didn't know what to say, I was scared I would say something wrong.
" So... can you hear me?" I question.
He jesters his head up and down, I'm guessing that means yes.
" Well then, wanna join me in coloring, and sort of teach me sign language?" I ask, patting the ground. He sits down and opens his book, the first few pages where beautiful, until I saw a picture of me.
" What's this?" I giggle. He notices and starts writing.
The writing say,
" Oops, well, about that, I think your beautiful, and I didn't want to take pictures of you, I wanted to work to keep a picture, so I drew you. I don't think you notice but, I have been watching you at lunch, your giggling and smile makes me feel like I have died."
" Aww, I wish I saw you sooner, I would of so been your feet, well since your here, and I got to meet you, wanna be my friend?" I ask, looking at him in the eye.
He smiles and shakes his head, yes.
While we where drawing, I felt a drop of rain drop on my nose, I bounce and then look up.
He dose too, then it starts poring. I get up, helping him up, he grabs my stuff and puts it in his bag, them looks at me and takes my hand, we start jumping around in the mud, laughing at each other when we would slip. But then we stoped, just looking at each other. Slowly getting closer, then thunder strikes the sky, we jump. He grabs his bag, then we start running to home, until we get to the wood line. We notice ambulance and cops around our house, then I notice, He starts running to the ambulance. His mother, was getting put in the truck. He trips his bag, I hug him. Then my mother, with her cracked voice from smoking, calls me inside. She seemed angry. When I get inside and shut the door she slaps my face, then tells me to open another beer for her. I frown in pain, walking to the kitchen.
