James was now fifteen. All by himself,he sat on the train to the big city, a book in his hands. Between it's pages was a daisy. Pressed and dry,but still there. The young man's head rested against the window and he watched the raindrops slide down the glass. A small smile colored his face as he moved his duffel bag closer to himself. He closed his eyes,shutting away the dreary weather,his mind filling up with warm sunshine and the sounds of the city. James' heart like it could fly,just maybe. It was a rather odd and sweet feeling,that he cherished for the time being. Perhaps he was being naive,but he didn't mind. The boy's mind wandered further and further away from the train,the rain outside of the car, knowing that he would soon be closer to Kendall.
For he had never really forgotten his best friend.
Kendal was already up,his fingers on the paper,trembling as his eyes scanned over the sheet of paper,the careful scrawl of words,and he could almost feel the pauses his long-ago lest behind friend took as he wrote this, his favorite ballpoint pen pressing into the paper. He lifted the paper to his face,feeling the tears leaking down,plopping onto the words and smearing some of them. Raising his arm, he wiped them away,smiling to himself. James would be here,in California, with him. Soon.