"Knowing me, knowing you"

The Day We Met

I still remember it, the day I met him.

It was sunny, the kind of sunny that sparked that one feeling. I'm sure you know that I'm talking about. The one one that left you dazed and happy, and even a little stupid. Not bad stupid, but brave stupid, like you could do anything and everything you wanted.

So there I was basking in the sun while my skin grew painfully hot. The cool damp grass tickled my face and poked my legs, but I didn't mind.

I was all alone, like usual, when I heard someone shuffling twords me, their feet kicking at the ground. I ignored it, assuming they'd just pass me by, but I was soon shook from my peaceful state by a loud voice coming from above me.

"You're gonna get sunburnt."

I slowly opened my eyes to see who was accosting me, looking down at me stood a boy about my age, he had unkempt, and frankly, greasey, blond hair. He had droopy brown eyes and on his nose sat a pair of crooked glasses. He was certainly a sight to behold, I vividly remember looking at him and thinking, he looks like a labrador.

"I don't care." I huffed at him, because I didn't, if I could sit in the sun all day I would, regardless of how sunburnt I might get.

He stood there dumbly for a few seconds, his eyes blank.

"Oh...Okay then," He said awkwardly "but sunburns hurt?"

I tried to resist the urge to roll my eyes but honestly why did he give a shit if I got sunburnt or not, so on they rolled.

"I mean yeah I guess they hurt, but its worth it."

He looked slightly taken a back, and maybe a little hurt. I felt bad.

"Whats worth it?" He asked

I chuckled a little before answering, "Here, come sit and I'll show you." I patted the grass next to me.

He was hesitant at first pointing out that the grass was still wet from the rain the blew through not too long ago, but I convinced him to sit.

"What am I supposed to be seeing?" He questioned

"You're not supposed to see anything, you have to feel it!" I had thought it was obvious

He made an uncomfortable face, "all I feel is the grass, it's pokey." He complained

I shook my head, "just relax, like a lizard."

He perked up at the thought, "I like lizards."

He promptly flopped onto his back, spreading his limbs out like he was trying to become one with the ground.

I smiled and closed my eyes once again, thinking the interaction was over.

A few minutes passed when he hesitantly cleared his throat, "uhh what exactly am I supposed to be feeling?"

I couldn't help but laugh before looking at him with a huge grin on my face, "The sun! You're supposed to be feeling the sun!"

His face flushed before he started laughing right along with me

"God, that was so obvious wasn't it" he shook his head with a slight grin.

"Yeah, it was."

That was the first time I talked to Alvin, after that day he kept coming to the park and everyday he'd flop down onto the grass next to me and we'd just sit there for hours and talk about everything and nothing at the same time. We'd just say what was on our minds.

That was the summer of fifth grade we were ten. But now its the summer of our Junior year and I have a problem.

I think I'm falling in love with my best friend.