Kiss:)

It was rainy yesterday. which i love, but it always makes me feel a little lonely when im cold, like if i had someones arms wrapped around me i would get that little flame going in my chest. The rain was letting up a little today, more like a thick mist. i was dragging my feet past the science building of my highschool. There weren't any runners out today, like usual, but some people were hudling under the eves of the various classroms, rain dosen't bother me. it makes me thoughtful though and makes the world clean, it comes with an amazing smell too, like drops of perfume falling from those puffy white clouds i always wished i could sleep on when i was little.
The rain was picking back up its heavy rythm of pounding against the little defensless plants growing out of the sidewalk, i admire those little plants. The rain was losing the misty-ness and starting to pour down but that wasn't the new sound i heard, it was kind of like clapping. Then with no warning im hurled forward and i throw out my hands to catch my seft instinctively. No need. It was Sam my best friend who loved to hear that little scream i make when im just about to break something important, like my leg for example. He was the foot steps i heard, running and slamming into me, he learned that in football and thinks its hilarious. im just glad he usually catches me before i crash. Usually. this time he did, snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me back up into his chest. Sometimes i wonder wether he's interested in me. I mean he most definitly isn't ugly but i always thought thats just how he was, kinda flirty i guess, like me. i used to think of it as just the normal 16 year old boy hormones wanting to do everything with tits. But now im not so sure. He's athletic, sandy blonde hair, kinda the color of mine and its getting a little long especially when its wet and flops down over his eyes. I really adore his eyes. theyre like this clear blue, i wish mine were that color. He's a couple inches taller than me so maybe like 5" 7'? something like that. He reminds me of a puppy sometimes, and sometimes like a grizzly bear. It's not his personality usually but he could take me down if he wanted to. that's saying something, I've been boxing since i was four, swimming since i was two and playing waterpolo for eight years. i could take on a lot of guys at our school, and probly win too. last time i did that i sprained my wrist though and it never really healed up because i didn't wear the splint. I guess somethings never get all the way fixed.