We waited beneath the big oak tree that stood just behind his house .
" we should wait for the rain ," he said and so we sat and waited . he closed his eyes , put an arm behind his head and laid down . leaning back against the tree I watched him -- trying to figure out what made him so damn special in my eyes . it could have been the way he laughed at nearly any joke I made -- even though my jokes were never good . sometimes I swore it was the way his eyes seemed to hold the light in pools of gold.
A light breeze picked up and his eyes opened slowly -- we stared at each other for a few minutes before he broke into a huge grin . We must have waited for half an hour at least before the rain came . and we just sat there staring out from under the tree -- his fingers lacing with mine .
