This is not your captain speaking

our own day, our own dream

It was the first day of summer for us and I couldn't wait. The only problem was what would I do? Silas would be at his home and I would be at mine. We live relatively close but still it would be hard to stay in contact with each other. I was sat outside the school doors waiting for my father to pick me up. Bored out of my mind I started picking at my rolled up shirt sleeves. A large whooping startled me out of my mindless picking. I smiled when I saw who it was, Silas was jumping and whooping, words to a song about school being out forever sliding effortlessly out of his pink mouth. This eccentric boy and his golden hair that bounced at his cheekbones never seemed happier than now. He waved at me with a smile that could blind someone and make anyone swoon. Right around this time I realised that he had bulky headphones precariously perched on his head their wires threatening to tie the boy into a mess of tangles. Sighing I reached over to his wrist and the strap on his bag both somehow tangled in the thin wires. His chocolate eyes glanced down at my work and then he hummed with his song again . "Tea?" He had yelled from the volume of his music and I winced at the shear volume he had use chuckling when he looked genuinely worried but kept the headphones on wanting to continue listening. I pulled the headphones out of his messy hair setting them on his sholders. "So is that a yes?" He said at a more appealing volume for the sake of my ear drums. I pity the people who have yet seen the magic of a freckle covered boy in the sunlight. Wait... what? Okay I have to stop thinking about stuff like this. It's Silas were talking about, were friends. Uhg summers going to be awful. I nodded feverently and he smiled at me in response.
The clouds that had been threatening to cover the sun all day long had finally gotten to their destination and cast a sudden shadow over the ground and the people standing on it. Rain suddenly poured out with great might. Coming out in sheets heavily and drenching Silias and I to the bone we started running to his house in a mutual agreement over where we would be going. I couldn't help but to let the laughter I had escape from my mouth and it hit us both at the same time as we stopped running and Silas turned to me. "What are we doing?" He wipers into the heavy atmosphere. He shook his head and laughed. I laughed along and our laughs mingled into a chaotic melody. We were two very insane boys and we knew just what the world ment to each other. I knew that Silas wanted an adventure and he knew I wanted a story. We would know just what we needed to do very soon but for now we realised that we had every thing we needed right here. Silas was drenched and I assumed that I was in the same state. We both walked back to Silas' home laughing and splashing our way through the storm. Lighting and thunder our own symphony of lives short lived that we refused to join. We would live. We would strive and we were glad to be so alive.
Silas opened the door I used to never give a second glance. His mother greeted us and scorned our wet clothes and told us we would get colds. "Mom, it's summer! You don't get colds in the summer!" Silas yelled at his mother who was drying his hair as he sat at the table while I dried my own. She sighed heavily and said "Now boys I think you'll have to change clothes your soaked to your under wear." My cheeks flushed at the idea of Silas and the vision of him being that soaked. He shook of his mother and he relentless drying his hair a fluffy golden mess now. My own hair dark and smooth the black strands barely reaching my eyes. I had heard boys in school talk about girls who had legs that went for miles and chest that were full and plump, but when I thought about girls like that they didn't seem as beautiful as the others claimed. When I thought about beauty it took the form of freckles and short legs that had to stand on their tippy toes to kiss you. Beauty was a smile that could be contagious and tears that ripped out hearts. Beauty was a laugh that rang like a gong and shook others bones. Love was a best friend that you cared for so much that you'd spend the rest of your life by their side and they wouldn't even think of leaving you.
June had sent us out of the kitchen and told Silas to get a change of clothes for me because the storm didn't seem to be letting up. I wouldn't be able to go home tonight because of the lack of a car and my father not being home. He was away on a trip to Hong Kong for business. Mrs. Abbott had insistence on me staying and making me my first "Abbott meal" as she had phrased it. She also insisted that it would be the first of many. Silas came back from his room and handed me a pile of clothing. On the top rested a folded band shirt that read wings of America tour and under that a pair of sweatpants. "Sorry, I know they're not the best but if you hadn't noticed I'm kinda smaller than you and that's all I could find that might fit you." Silas rambled on. His voice was just as scratchy as the first day I had met him and it was simultaneously just as smooth in my mind. I changed and breathed in the odd smell of Silas. It smelled like vanilla and oranges with a bit of cigarette smoke. Even though Silas had told me he didn't smoke he usually had an underlying sent of menthol. When Silas walked back into the living room he plopped down beside me in a pair of lose fitting jeans that were stained in some places with paint. He propped his feet up on the couch then sighed. I wondered to my elf why he didn't just sit in the car across from us when he pulled his feet over mine and over my knees landing on the other side me. His small legs draped themselves across my long legs. He leaned his head against the couch and pulled his arms in leaning his knees on my chest. Soon Silas was drifting off and he seemed to peaceful for me to even try to interrupt. I simply gave in and leaned my head to the side so it faced Silas and let my eyes droop into a nice sleep. My , Alec Livingston ' s , last sight before drifting into peace was of a sad faced boy dreaming of all the awful things that hid in the dark. The only thing I really wanted to do before I fell asleep was wake Silas up and tell him it was only a dream.