(Hey guys, it's been a while, I know. But, of course, I haven't forgotten about this story. So here's the next part. Enjoy and review, please!)

His brown eyes reflected the sun as he eagerly watched the old, colourfully painted plane descend. He raised his hand, squinted and wrinkled his freckled nose when it came up right in front ot the sun leaving only a black shade in the form of a plane framed by glazing light beams visible. The wind gently brushed the corn field, in which the small boy was standing, and ruffled his hair. As soon as the old bird came close to the makeshift runway, he ran towards it and waited eagerly on it's side until the plane touched down, the engine was shut off and his father slowly climed out. He fidgeted until the old man turned around. "Daddy, you're the best pilot I know." he said with so much enthusiasm that his father almost smiled. Of course, he was the only pilot his son knew. He didn't respond but started trudging towards the old wooden house, which was situated on the other side of the field. His boy followed him with fast steps: "Daddy, when are you gonna teach me to fly?" The old man's steps became slower and he raised his hand. Danny instinctivly pulled his head in but his father only placed his hand on his back. Carefully the boy looked up at him. There was a smile on his lips. Something that couldn't be seen too often. His dark husky voice sounded: "Tomorrow maybe." Danny's eyes widened and his face turned red:"Really? Tomorrow?" His father's steps sped up again and he soon stepped onto the big front porch and dissapeared in the kitchen leaving a completely excited 7 year old behind.

When the sun had set Danny climbed over the fence of the pretty little wooden house with the new white coat of paint and beautiful, well- maintained garden. He picked up a few small stones and threw them up towards the bedroom window of his best friend. The first one missed by far and almost hit the parents window. Suddenly a boy's voice could be heard behind him: "If you fly as bad as you throw, I already feel sorry for ya!" Danny spun around just to find his best friend sitting in the old giant oak tree above him. "I've been waiting for ya!" Rafe exclaimed. He had placed himself on a large branch in his pyjamas and his hair still wet and slicked back from the bath he had been given -against his will, understood. What a different to Danny's filthy, 5 days no bath appearance. In a second he climed up and breathlessly muttered:"My dad's gonna teach my flyin tomorrow!" Rafe's eyes widened, then he cooly replied: "Yeah, right!" "Yes, he will!" Rafe just grinned. Danny frowned and angrily said: "He said so!" Now he had Rafe's attention: "Really?" Danny nodded and sat down on the other large branch and let his bare feet dangle. He could see a bit of envy in Rafe's eyes. Dreamily he said: "Rafe, you know what? I'm gonna be a pilot. And I'm gonna fly the fastest plane ever!" Rafe just looked at him. This wasn't a game like all the other times, when they pretended to be pilots. Danny was actually gonna get to fly. For a moment the world seemed to slow down. The wind, that had rustled the leaves, slowed down. The concerto of crickets wasn't as loud anymore and Rafe simply nodded because right now he actually beleived that this dream could come true. That night on that tree both of the boys suddenly knew what they wanted to become, what their destiny was. Rafe whispered: "You will!" Danny nodded:"And you're gonna be there,too!" Of course, it hadn't been Rafe, if he hadn't cockily added: "Course I will! Cause I'm gonna be the one, who overtakes you!" he nudged Danny almost making him loose his balance on the branch. "Hey!" his friend exclaimed:"Wait until I kick your butt!" A well-placed kick hit Rafe's shin. "Whoa! Watch it!" Rafe kicked back a little to hard making his friend loose his balance. Danny was quick enough to reach for the next best branch though and hung on to it before he fell off. When he got over his shock of almost kicking his friend of the tree, Rafe mocked: "Now you almost flew without wings!" Then he laughed. Danny pulled himself up and laughed as well.

Despite all tossing and turning Danny didn't sleep much that night. He was just too excited. Rafe was in the same shoes. He lay awake a long time until he made hilmself a promise: if Danny was gonna fly, he would fly as well, no matter what it takes.

The next morning came but Danny's father didn't take him flying nor the next week, nor month. He was either too busy or tired or drunk.

Danny and Rafe were so frustrated that they didn't even play with the old plane in the barn anymore. Why couldn't Danny's father see how much it meant to them and why did it mean so little to him what his son wanted?

Danny avoided seeing his father as much as possible.

It took a little while but then Rafe came up with a new brilliant idea. If they couldn't fly in the plane they would have to find other means of flying. So one nice afternoon on the river he presented his younger pal with his newest plans of building wings to fly of the barn roof. All response he got at first was a very wrinkled forhead.