I Wish It Would Rain

Chapter 2

Luckily the rest of fair, Keith and his cronies didn’t stop by and bother me anymore. But one night when me and some of my friends from my horse organization were walking on the fairway, we would see him quite a bit. After the third time that we saw him, the girls were adamant to see who would spot him first the next time, making a game of it. We saw him so much that they joked he was following me around the fair.

I laughed it off, thinking that they were insane for even thinking that Keith Bennett, the star of the football team and just about the hottest guy in my school, would be following me around the county fair. With my reputation, it was unthinkable. My thoughts were so far away that I jumped when someone tapped me on the shoulders.

“There he is,” Kathy whispered excitedly into my ear. She nodded over to one of the food stands and I saw him casually leaning against it, not really paying any attention to his friends that were talking to him. “And it looks like he’s staring at you.”

Exasperated, I gave a snort and rolled my eyes. “He could just be looking over in this general direction,” I whispered back pessimistically. “Just because he’s looking in this direction doesn’t mean that he’s staring at me.” At that moment, I chanced a full on look in his direction. When I did, our eyes locked together. His smile turned into a smirk, and he gave me another one of his winks. Blushing, I turned my head in the other direction.

“Sure, he’s not looking at you,” she said sarcastically when she saw my reaction.

“Whatever,” I mumbled and stopped in my tracks, frozen to the spot. My brain told me to stop, because something was supposed to happen, but I couldn’t remember what. Suddenly, I felt a large pair of hands cover my eyes.

“Guess who?” drawled the voice. Even though they tried to hide their identity, I’d recognize the voice and the hands anywhere.

“Clark! You made it!” I cried out happily as I turned around to hug him and plant a kiss on his cheek. Clark Davis is my best friend, and has been ever since we were little. He moved in across the street from us when I was four years old. My parents went over to greet his folks and brought me and my older brother Jake, who is four years older than me, along with them.

At that age, I was afraid of strangers, so I hid behind my parents when they rang the doorbell. Mr. and Mrs. Davis opened the door, surprised to see us there. “Hello there. We’re the Starr family, and we live across the street from you. I hope you like apple pie,” mom greeted cheerfully as she held out a pie.

“We’re the Davis family,” Mr. Davis said as he extended out his hand. “Please, won’t you come in for a while?” he said cheerily as he and Mrs. Davis backed out of the doorway, giving us room to enter.

As we entered the house, two boys romped down the stairs. They were about Jake’s age, and were identical twins. They both had short spiky blonde hair with blue eyes. They stopped at the bottom when they saw him.

“Hi, I’m Jay,” said the one on the right.

“And I’m Jerry,” said the one on the left.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Jake. What are you guys playing?”

“We’re playing good guy, bad guy. Wanna play?” They asked at the same time.

Jay looked at mom and dad with begging eyes. They nodded, and then Jerry and Jay took off, with Jake following behind them. Suddenly, screaming could be heard in the room that they had just disappeared off into. The screaming got louder as a boy my age ran into the room. He was blonde, and had green eyes, unlike his brother’s blue ones. You could immediately tell that he was their younger brother, because they had the same facial features, but there was also a difference to them.