The meadow seemed to go on forever as I sat on the old, wooden fence staring outward. The tall grass and wildflowers were blowing in the light wind and the sun was just beginning to set, unleashing a pink, orange color. Franklin, Tennessee wasn't that large of a town and I learned to enjoy that fact.
Lucas and I came to this meadow often, just to sit and talk mostly. He was my best friend, always had been and always would be. If I didn't feel like talking he wouldn't let a word escape his lips, if I wanted him to talk he wouldn't stop. At that point, I didn't care but he still didn't say anything. He just sat on the fence staring into space, his shaggy, sandy blonde hair was blowing in the wind and his big, emerald eyes were focused on the colorful, autumn trees in the distance.
"Deep in thought?" I questioned him, and laughed.
He looked at me and smiled, revealing his nice, white teeth, "Not really," he replied. "Excited for the dance next week?" He asked in order to start some sort of conversation.
"Nah," I said and thought about the dance. Everyone was going to be there, it didn't matter if you had a date, not at my school. People went with friends all the time, it didn't really make a difference. Dances weren't really my thing, I was more of a tomboy.
"Why not?" He asked.
I tugged at some of the strands or red hair the were falling out of my ponytail, "I don't want to tell you, it's embarrassing..." I informed him, I felt my cheeks get warm.
"Come on Dakota! You can tell me anything, I thought you would know that by now, we've been best friends for like...forever," he smiled, I was a sucker for his smile, it was enough to make me happy in the most horrible, degrading moments of my life.
"Fine," I sighed, "I can't dance." It wasn't just that, but that was the only excuse I could think of and I wasn't lying, I couldn't dance.
He laughed, "Yes you can."
"No, I can't," I replied matter-of-factly.
"You think you can't, but really you've never tried," he informed me. He jumped off the fence and walked to the center of the meadow. He waved me over.
I exhaled deeply and approached him slowly, when Lucas tried to prove a point it usually involved me embarrassing myself.
He pulled is IPod out of his pocket and started clicking through the songs. He turned the volume all the way so you could hear it, not well, but you could. He grabbed my slightly freckled arm and placed his hand on my hip. "What are you doing?" I asked in an annoyed voice.
"Proving to you that you can dance," he used his other hand and grabbed mine. "Just follow my lead," he added.
I looked into his eyes, "See you can dance," he said with a chuckle.
"I guess I can, but I could never do this in public."
"I think you could," he assured me. I felt safe in his arms, my heart pumped faster, the place on my hip where his hand was casually placed felt like a fireball had just hit it from his soft touch.
We danced for about ten minutes, it was getting dark and before we knew it the stars started appearing in the sky, he sighed and laid down on the grass.
I laid down next to him, "I wish nights like this would last forever," I whispered.
He tugged at the string on his gray sweatshirt, "Me too," he nodded in agreement, "Me too..." He sat up quickly. "Except we should probably get going."
I sighed, "I guess you're right."
"Don't make it sound like the worst thing in the world, we can do this whenever we want, you know that right?" He questioned with an intent look in his eyes.
"I know that," I responded.
The sky grew cloudy as we walked to our houses which were about a block away from each others, his being the farther one. A raindrop fell, and then another, before we knew it, it started pouring. The leaves still looked beautiful even with the raindrops soaking the colorful leaves and trunk. We lived in a nice neighborhood, it had sidewalks and fenced in yards. There were a few convenience stores nearby where me and Lucas liked to hang out sometimes and get ice cream or candy.
I pulled the hood of my zip-up sweatshirt over my head but kept walking at a normal pace.
"Does the rain still make you smile?" He asked. I smiled at the memory he was referring to. It was the first day of summer vacation last year and of course everyone wanted it to be a perfect day. They wanted to sun to shine, not a single cloud in the sky and for it to be the perfect temperature of seventy degrees.
That wasn't how that day was, I walked to school in the pouring rain, it was only about sixty degrees put with rain and wind it felt like fifty. Lucas met up with me when I was almost to school, "This sucks," he had said.
I shook my head, "I love the rain," I smiled widely and he laughed.
"You're so weird Dakota," he had responded. "But that's why I love you."
I snapped back to reality and saw Lucas still staring at me intently. "Yeah," I replied, "It does."
He laughed and we arrived at my house. It was a yellow color with white door and a white picket fence. It was the traditional American house that you only saw in movies. "Bye Dakota," he called as I jogged up to my front door.
"Bye," I yelled back over the rain.
He smiled and started jogging down the road to his house. Today was perfect, I knew things couldn't get better. However, even the worst days could be better with Lucas by my side.
