quitefancy
Moon
- Joined
- Feb 11, 2009
"That one looks like a pumpkin."
"You're only saying that because it's a cloud and it could look like anything lumpy and roundish."
Willow moved off her back, propping herself up on her elbow to glare down at her best friend. "No, it really looks like a pumpkin. Seriously, see, there's the stem and everything." Just because he was a party pooper, didn't mean she had to give up her belief that this cloud looked like a pumpkin.
"No, Willow. It looks like a cloud." Charlie grinned up at her, her curls falling to touch his face in places. He reached up to push it back behind her ear and she smiled. "Pumpkin."
When she lay back down, she fanned her hair out over the grass, letting the copper coloured curls spread free and mingle with blades of grass. "I love summer." She stated, smiling up at the sun and closing her eyes. Charlie nodded in agreement.
âToo bad itâll be over soon.â
âWhy are you such a Debbie downer?â Willow asked, sounding very exasperated. âWe just have to enjoy the moment for what it is, a perfect summer day.â
They were both silent for a while, watching the clouds drift across the sky, Willow humming softly to herself. After a few long minutes, she felt Charlieâs hand nudging against hers. He waited for her to give permission and when she said nothing, took her hands up in his, squeezing it gently.
Willow tried not to let moments like these affect her too much. Charlie was her best friend and she loved him, but he always seemed to want to make more out of it. Heâd tried kissing her a few times, which hadnât turned out particularly well. Then there were these times, when he just held her hand and things were quiet between them. She didnât object, because really, it made her feel good inside. Charlie didnât need to know that though.
"You're only saying that because it's a cloud and it could look like anything lumpy and roundish."
Willow moved off her back, propping herself up on her elbow to glare down at her best friend. "No, it really looks like a pumpkin. Seriously, see, there's the stem and everything." Just because he was a party pooper, didn't mean she had to give up her belief that this cloud looked like a pumpkin.
"No, Willow. It looks like a cloud." Charlie grinned up at her, her curls falling to touch his face in places. He reached up to push it back behind her ear and she smiled. "Pumpkin."
When she lay back down, she fanned her hair out over the grass, letting the copper coloured curls spread free and mingle with blades of grass. "I love summer." She stated, smiling up at the sun and closing her eyes. Charlie nodded in agreement.
âToo bad itâll be over soon.â
âWhy are you such a Debbie downer?â Willow asked, sounding very exasperated. âWe just have to enjoy the moment for what it is, a perfect summer day.â
They were both silent for a while, watching the clouds drift across the sky, Willow humming softly to herself. After a few long minutes, she felt Charlieâs hand nudging against hers. He waited for her to give permission and when she said nothing, took her hands up in his, squeezing it gently.
Willow tried not to let moments like these affect her too much. Charlie was her best friend and she loved him, but he always seemed to want to make more out of it. Heâd tried kissing her a few times, which hadnât turned out particularly well. Then there were these times, when he just held her hand and things were quiet between them. She didnât object, because really, it made her feel good inside. Charlie didnât need to know that though.