One Freezing March Day...
The wind pulled my hair, rain slammed into my skin, shivers crept up my spine, all while I ignored the boy attempting to cuddle me.
"You know that you're blocking the wind for me, right? If you're so cold you need to move to the other side," I said. I pulled on the tangle of strings in my lap, trying to ignore the feelings his touch were giving me. He shifted over to the opposite side of me, closer to the tree where his kite was stuck.
"It's never getting out of there," he said.
"We can get it out! We just need to find a really long stick," I said.
"It's never getting out of that tree," he said. He let out a long sigh and rested his head on my shoulder. "And it was my favorite kite!"
"We literally just bought these kites at the store. How can it be your favorite kite?" I said, looking over at him.
"It's my favorite kite I've bought in the last 2 hours," he said. He changed positions just enough to no longer be touching me. I immediately missed the contact.
The wind picked up again, messing up my carefully ordered mess of strings covering my lap.
"You know that you don't have to untangle that, right?" he said.
"Yeah, I just like to untangle kite stings that boys get all tangled up while trying to fly a kite in the biggest rainstorm we've seen all spring," I said.
"Oh so you do this a lot," he said.
"Nope. First time," I said. His smile drew out one of my own. "Do you think we should give up? I don't think this rain is gonna stop any time soon and now we only have my kite."
"I think that is a great plan. I am very cold," he said. He shifted closer to me again.
"I do have some jackets in my car," I said. "Lets go get you one."
"What about you?" he asked.
"Who do you think I am? I have at least two in there," I said.
"Sam! I forgot I left my kite on the ground over there! Would you go grab it before it blows away?" I said. I was liking his closeness a little too much. He was just my friend.
Like the gentleman he was, he got up and ran over to where I left my kite. He tried to pick it up but the wind caught it and sent it flying across the field. I sat up straighter, getting ready to run over to save it when Sam threw himself on top of the kite, stopping its escape attempt.
I started laughing. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing it he tried to cuddle me again.