Dedicated to my friend Kira for putting up with me. She reads my stories although they aren't that great and I'm forever taking them down. She's great, and I hope she gets the recognition she deserves. :)
He watched me as I sat cross legged on the grass of the field that belonged to his father.
I was reading a book, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
50 pages in, he finally spoke; "your hair turns golden in the Sun, Alec."
I turned and smiled at him. I didn't need to say anything. He knew that sometimes I didn't really like talking and like the best friend he was, he never pushed me unless it was for my own benefit.
So my smile was enough.
I read with him by my side until the sun set.
"Does he have a name?" she asked me.