• I hate the sun. Who could like it? Blinding, burning, impossible to avoid. The heat was all over. The light stabbed my ice-blue eyes. I didn't like it.
    But today was different. It wasn't so bad today. I could wear my old, raggedy hoodie, ripped up and inked up and screwed up. In other words, perfect. My Green Day shirt highlighted the white of my shorts and the black of my shoes, the old Chucks that had holes and rips and stains and ink all over them. They rested in the green grass, blades of emerald carrying drops of dew hugging my crappy kicks. I stood as the wind blew my hair softly, like a playful 5-year old trying to get my attention. It was nice. It was peaceful.
    And that's when she tackled me. A speeding bullet full of X-chromosomes knocked me over onto the damp grass and trapped me under all fours, wrestling with me. Laura's blonde hair whipped around as I tried to emerge the winner in our battle. I wasn't doing so good. Man power for the fail, I thought. She finally pinned me down again, both of us out of breath. My chest heaved as I panted "You... win. Get... off of... me, please." She obliged and helped me up. "You're crazy, ya know that?" I said as I gasped for breath, kneeling over.
    "Yep, I know," she agreed happily.
    "Where's your mom, anyway?"
    She checked her phone. "Her text said she'd be here at 5:00."
    I checked my watch. "School ends at 3:45 and she waits that long to get us?"
    "Yep."
    "Ya know, I'm starting to regret getting rides home from you."
    "That's the price of being my boyfriend," she giggled cutely, batting her eyelashes.
    "Shut up. You know you're beautiful. Stop using it against me."
    "Nope." She smiled and kissed me. I almost fainted from such loss of breath, and I wobbled as my eyes were glazed over with the shock of her kiss.
    Thoughts raced through my mind: I think I love her. Do I love her? We've been together for months. I love her. I can't tell her. Should I tell her? I shouldn't. I couldn't. She'd be freaked out. I won't. Nope.
    "I love you," the words fell out my mouth. She turned around, shocked. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth, agape. "Mac, I-"
    "I know, I'm sorry. I'm stupid. I didn't mean to say that I mean I do love you but you probably don't and now you're gonna break up with me and-"
    Her lips deleted my words as she kissed me, their gloss-lessness stunning me as we kissed. I was lost in a field of love.
    Our lips parted. "Mac, shut up. I love you too." She wrapped her arms around me. I returned the gesture, holding her close with love.
    Ahhh yes. I love my life.