Clouds and Friendship

I lay down in the long, swaying grass, and folded my pale arms behind my head. Ned stopped walking and sat down next to me, with a questioning look on his face.1

“What are you doing, Sherry?” he questioned, raising one eyebrow and lowering the other, making me laugh at his ridiculous face.2

“Watchin’ the clouds” I sang, teasing at every word. He shrugged his shoulders and lay down on the grass next to me folding his hands across his chest.3

“Ooh! Look at that one!” I cried excitedly, pointing at the heavens. “It looks like a butterfly!”4

“No,” he shook his head. “It looks more like a penguin.”5

“Oh really? What about that one over there” I laughed and pointed to a big white fluffy cloud that really had no definite shape. ” What can ya make of that?” I questioned in a teasing voice nudging his arm with my elbow as best as I could, seeing as how we were on the ground. 6

A look of deep thought was upon his face, making me giggle in awe at his numerous expressions, and also at how handsome he looked when he was trying to look like he was thinking. His sandy blonde hair hung down from his forehead and just touched the bottom of his eyebrows, each strand settled apart from one another. His chocolate brown eyes stared at the sky as he thought out the conundrum I had provided.7

Okay, so maybe I had a tiny crush on him, but that was not about to get in the way of our friendship. 8

“Well,” he started, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.” I suppose it looks like… a big fluffy cloud?” he innocently grinned.9

I pointed my chin up to the bright blue sky, laughing at not only his dumb response, but yet another one of his silly expressions. 10

He turned on his side facing me and just watched me as I slowly came over my giggling fit, grinning all the while.11

He whispered to me “I love how much you laugh at my jokes; you have a good sense of humor”12

I smiled and sat up, and slowly brought myself to my feet. “Why, thank you sir, for your kind words, but it’s getting rather late.” I drawled in my best fake British voice. 13

He rolled up to his feet and took my arm in his, and imitated my faux European accent, “I do believe you are quite right, Malady. Might I escort you to your house?”14

“Why, I believe you may.” I continued with the accent, and we both skipped off, in the direction of my street.15