36. Clear skies

He smiled when he saw her lying on the grass of her backyard under the clear blue sky. Jeremy wished he could stare at Candace like that all day. Sometimes her frantic energy got in the way of him being able to see her and not some blur that occasionally stopped to talk (and gawk) at him. But Jeremy knew he couldn't stay stare at her for much longer, so he moved to go and say hello, but then she sat up suddenly and raced inside. He didn't have time to wonder what made her move so fast until his arm became spotted with moisture. The sky had turned black when he wasn't paying attention and rain started pouring. He jerked and ran back to his house, entering it sopping wet and leaving puddles on the floor.

"How was your time over at Candace's, honey?" asked his mom after handing him a towel.

"I guess you could say it was rather quiet until it started to rain," said Jeremy.

"Quiet? Candace? Are you certain you went to the right house?"

"Well, I didn't actually get to talk to her," said Jeremy.

"That makes sense. Went over to gawk at her, did you?" said his mom with a knowing smile. "Can't say I blame you. That girl's easy on the eyes but hard on the ears."

Jeremy smiled back. He didn't exactly disagree. It was nice to see Candace under clear skies.