It was one of those really warm March days that just don't happen all that often. I wanted to go swimming and made my way down to the pond. The water was too cold to do anything except wade around, but just being able to do that reminded me that summer isn't an eternity and then some away. I didn't exactly bring a change of clothes, so after I got out of the water, I took my roller skates and began skating around a nearby park, trying to dry off.
There weren't too many people around. But then there was Gordie.
He's a guy I know a little from school. I think we have math together or something--not really the type you notice when drooling through a boring lecture about angles. But gosh. I noticed him in the park. He flew by on his skateboard and nearly knocked me over.
I tried to make myself be mad at him, but I couldn't. He helped me up. I was just in my swimsuit, and he looked at me, and I thought I'd die because I had no idea what to say. But then he started laughing, and I laughed too, and it was okay.
We raced each other a few times around the park, and I knocked him off the road twice. We traded mediums once. He couldn't figure out the roller skates--they're my mom's from the 70s, and kinda weird to get the hang of. I made fun of him, and he stuck out his tongue at me.
Then we walked up this hill and glanced over the park, with the pond near the bottom. Sitting down, we watched the sunset. The cold started to really set in, and even though I was wearing my hoodie, Gordie draped his coat over both of us. And then I could just feel him looking at me.
He smiled. Then I smiled and looked back. We sat under the fading sun, smiling, and talking, and then he took me home.
But I can still feel his eyes when I'm looking away.