Middle Summer Nights

Chapter 1 - The beginning.

   So, this is where the beginning of the fun begins. We were all just kids, we never really knew what we were here on earth for. We never wanted to know what real life was, as we all were too afraid to speak about it. We were all different, all special, all creative, and all unique. We each had talents, things we couldn't explain. We weren't magical, but we were almost made for each other. We each believed in things we couldn't explain, and we each danced around in our minds, being lost and having a forgotten feeling. We each had meaning, each had a special mind. And we didn't even realize it, until the end.

    Prince and I were always friends, we were never stuck together like glue, but we still had a mind that connected to each other. We each liked the unpopular subject, band. We both never realized how close we were. I mean, we were kids. We were just, crazy and young kids. We didn't have responsibilities, we didn't have time. All we had was each other. We got along, and we cruised to the world.

Prince and I met the second day of the school year. I had forgotten my trumpet that morning, and so did Prince. The band room had a room for the kids who didn't bring their instruments, as a way to be a "punishment" and to make sure the kids who didn't leave their instruments weren't distracted. Prince played the saxophone, I played the trumpet. Our instruments different, our personalities the same. We joked and laughed, with not a care for the world. We talked about our favorites, non favorites. All of it. We connected on the spot, we had a spark like nothing else.

The door opened as I looked around at the white, colorless room. The boring white reflecting on every wall. I could softly hear the music of the band, it's rambunctious sound dimming down through the walls. The gray door opened with the sound of creaking following. There stood the one person I never knew that was going to change my life. Prince Dunaville. His chocolate skin and charcoal hair, with his dark chocolate eyes and a medium colored lip. He was the perfect yet non perfect best friend a person could have.

"So I guess you forgot your instrument too?" Prince said in a jokingly matter. He voice soft, but rough at the same time. He was a guy of confusion and confidence.

"Yeah, too bad they had to leave us here," I said back with a small laughter. Prince took a seat next to me in the old, dark brown, tattered sofa. In front of the sofa, there was a giant window that we could see through.

"The name's Prince, Prince Dunaville. Yours?" He put out his hand as he smiled, his pearly white teeth showing.

   "I'm Gracie, Gracie Sheppard." I said jokingly. I shook his hand, it was soft. I thought it would've been rough because he played football, but it was as soft as a baby's bottom. I felt a spark, not a romantic one, but a lasting friendship one. The one where you know everything will turn out good, that everything is okay. I knew right away that we were meant to be friends, that the universe was putting us. I wondered what if he hadn't left his instrument at home, would he still have met me? Would we still have gotten to be friends? Would we still be close? Dozens of thoughts ran around in my head, and I couldn't blame them.

    As we chatted and talked about nonsense, I knew for sure he was my new best friend. We talked about how different notes were for the instruments, what our favorite colors were, what we liked to eat, what we did over the summer, etc. Even when we ran out of things to talk about, we still had random thoughts to talk about. We were so focused into our conversation, that we didn't even realize the devil bell had rang. It's loud and obnoxious tone bouncing off the walls in the tiny space we were in.

  "It was nice meeting you Gracie, and I hope that the universe may join us together again." Prince said as he got his bags, his words hitting my mind  and heart. He was truly extraordinary. He was a different guy, one which was rare and special.