An Angel's Tail

Chapter 7

It was a gorgeous spring afternoon. We were in the eighth grade, only a few weeks until the end of the school year, and I was, once again, spending the weekend at Honey's house. The two of us were in her backyard, playing on her swing set, in her sandbox, her slide, and bouncing on her trampoline, laughing and having the time of our lives. When we were tired, we decided to sit in her garden. She and her mom had a huge flower garden they created and planted together. The flowers were so beautiful. They planted all sorts of beautiful, colorful flowers. Every spring, when the flowers began to bloom and grow, it was always so much fun to sit amongst them, enjoying the beautiful view, and just appreciating nature as we talked. What did we talk about? Well, pretty much everything. School, homelife, boys, deep thoughts, hopes, dreams, anything that mattered to us, we would talk for hours as we sat in the garden. Sometimes, we would even sing and play music together. It was always so magical.

That particular Friday, we were playing and singing a new song we'd finally finished writing.

"Not bad," I said as we finished.

Honey smiled. "I like it, too. You sounded so beautiful. Then again, you always sing beautifully."

"So do you. I really love listening to you sing."

Honey's voice had only become sweeter and more beautiful over the years. She still had that delicate softness and the fast, fluttery vibrato, but it just sounded even more angelic than before. I didn't think it could sound any better, but as she got older, I was always proven wrong. When singing with her, it was always so hard not to cry. That's how sweet her voice was. Then again, even the sound of her speaking voice was enough to move me to tears. She just radiated with so much love and beauty.

"It's always hard not to cry every time you sing," I said.

"Awwwww, Maddiepoo," she wrapped her arm around my shoulder, "you're so sweet."

"So are you."

Honey smiled sweetly. Then, she changed the subject. "By the way," she said in a flirty voice, "I saw you looking at Jaden Foregrove at lunch today."

I blushed and smiled awkwardly.

"Do you have a little crush on him?"

"Yeah," I said with a giddy giggle.

Jaden is in our choir class.

I continued. "He's so cute, and his voice is really good."

"Oh, I thought I saw you light up when you heard him sing his solo. He does have a great voice."

I giggled and blushed.

"So, you gonna talk to him?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm too scared, and besides, I don't think he even knows I exist."

"Well, you won't know unless you try."

I sighed. "I don't know. I mean, he hangs out with some of the kids who hate me."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean he'll hate you."

"But, what if he does?"

Honey put her arm around me. "Then, I'll be right there."

I rested my head on her shoulder. "Thanks. You're the best friend anyone could ever have."

"Awwww." She wrapped her other arm around me, and pulled me into a hug. "I love you; you know that?"

"I love you, too, Sweater Sister."