When a Wish Comes True

Rain. Definition? Water that falls from the sky in tiny drops. Rain is also the name of what was coming down upon a young girl clad in purple and yellow. No more than the age of nine or ten years old, yet she had the look of a heart broken filled teenager. Her eyes filled with tears. Her thin lips rendering what could only be called a frown of desperation.

"Why?"

Her voice came out as a tiny squeak, almost as if she had the vocal chords belonging to a mouse. She rubbed the tears and rain from her eyes as she stood on a sidewalk. She looked up at the house she stood before. The house was red, just like her jacket. A yellow light was on in the house; yellow…almost like her hair.

"Bebe… It wasn't supposed to be this way…"

She sneezed from the cold and wet air. After wiping her nose on her jacket sleeve, she removed the water laden strands of hair from her eyes and tried to hold back a small cry. Her face contorted from the effort.

"I thought…"

It was outside in a moonlit snow laden field where they had met; two children no more than the ages of nine or ten. They stood holding hands under a large oaken tree that was devoid of its green leaves. The purple and yellow clad child placed her head on the other's shoulder and let out a very feminine sigh.

"It's so beautiful out here at night…under a full moon."

The girl dressed in red smirked and put an arm around her companion's shoulders. "It sure is…" She let out a dreamy sigh as stars shone in her eyes. "Oh, my God…" She gripped her friend in a sudden bear hug, which caused the other's eyes to bug out in surprise. "I wish…"

The two fell silent as they stared out at the snowy field and watched a pair of tiny brown rabbits scamper out from behind a small nearby bush. The two small rodents playfully ran across the field, tumbling over each other. The girl in purple slowly looked into her hugger's star shining eyes. "Wh-what are you wishing?" she hesitantly asked. What could it be? Knowing her, it could be anything ranging from a new doll to a smaller bra size when she gets older.

The girl in red let go of her companion and twirled a lock of blond hair around her finger. "Guess," she said simply and shyly. "Guess right and I'll give you a surprise."

Wendy hesitated when she took a step forward. It's been nearly four days. Surely Bebe has gotten over it. Right? Surely the four days of uncertainty and heartache the purple clad girl had gone through had been enough for her ex-best friend. But there was doubt. Lightning flashed, causing the girl to twitch in fear. Thunder soon followed as if warning against proceeding any further.

"What's the surprise?"

That was what started the whole mess. Why had she even asked it? The only reason: Curiosity. Definition? When one is interested in something of which he/she knows nothing about. One could also say that Wendy was curious about Bebe; about how she was feeling at the moment; about whether or not she was still considered a friend even after…

Bebe giggled and bashfully looked away. "You have to guess first," she replied playfully.

Wendy stared in silence as she contemplated her response. Why was her blonde playmate being bashful? This was a little unlike her. "Okay." She cleared her throat. "I'm guessing that it has something to do with someone you like."

"What is this I've been feeling?" The rain now fell in a raging torrent, flattening Wendy's beret to her head. Her hair fell into her eyes once again, causing the emotionally ill girl to again wipe the strands from her hair from her eyes. "Bebe?" She sniffled and raised her eyes to look at the shining window on the second floor.

The girl in red bounced up and down in excitement as she spoke. "Hee! You got it!"

"Is this the feeling you had…? Is this what you felt when I…?"

"And here's your surprise!" She grabbed Wendy by the wrists and led her away from the tree. When they were some distance away, Bebe held Wendy in a dancing embrace; one hand locked with hers and the other behind her back.

"What are you doing, Bebe?" There was no malice in the question; no hint of emotion that could rain down upon the scene. Only curiosity. Bebe simply smiled brightly and began to lead Wendy in a dance within the moonlight. Their boots crunched the snow beneath them; the sounds seemingly loud in the still of the night.

"I wish…that the person I really really like…" Definition of 'really really like'? A child's way of expressing the word love. The two slowly twirled around in time with the music that could only be heard on a night such as this. All the while, the moon shone its spotlight upon them as though they were the center of a Broadway production. Bebe laid her head on the other's shoulder and seemed to almost purr. "…felt the same about me."

Wendy stopped the dance to stare into Bebe's eyes. What did all this mean? The 'really really like'? Her head on her shoulder? The sudden bashfulness? "Bebe…" Was she…?

The crimson clad girl scrunched her face in anxiousness. "Oh, fuck beating around the bush!" She gripped the dark haired girl by the shoulders and kissed her.

The kiss was something that still lingered on her lips; the smooth texture, almost like a silk blanket. Wendy brought a hand to her mouth and traced her lips with a gloved finger. The wool was wet thus creating a very unpleasant feel upon the sensitive skin around the facial area. That one moment and the few after had left her feeling empty inside, with only a void in the pit of her well being to consume her and leave her in tears.

"What are you doing, Bebe?!" There was no curiosity in the question; only the emotion called rage that could bring a storm to any peaceful scene. "I don't really really like you like that! What are you?! Crazy?!"

The girl sobbed and sat down in the water that had filled the low spot in the concrete. She had overreacted a tad. No. That was an understatement. She had blown everything out of proportion. But it was funny. After that moment, her views of her ex-best friend had changed. Feelings of anger were replaced with a longing. Feelings of detest were transformed to a desire to hold. Feelings of friendship changed to something more. "Bebe…"

Bebe took a step back. A look of utter desperation lined her face as tears began to fall. She looked absolutely heartbroken. "I- I guess I am…"

"When a wish comes true…"

Under the moonlight and the stars, Wendy had been left standing by herself in the snow. Tears began to collect in the corners of her eyes.

"…it sometimes makes others cry."

"But Bebe! Come back! Please!" There was no rage in that statement; only desperation. "I didn't mean it like-"

The feelings of friendship had changed to really really liking her. "Just like now…" Wendy missed Bebe, not only as a friend, but as something more. Yet she was afraid of what would happen. "Bebe, your wish came true. The person that you really really liked…now feels the same about you." Wendy shivered from the cold, wet wind that blew around her. There was no sense in killing herself out in the bad weather. It would accomplish nothing in the long run.

The girl in purple slumped her shoulders in defeat and turned to head home. A cloud passed over the moon shortly afterwards, casting the snowy field into darkness.

Wendy slowly stood and looked longingly at Bebe's house one last time. She shook her head, gingerly placed her purple gloved hands in her pockets and turned to slowly walk away. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled nearby, causing the rain to fall down even harder. Crying. Definition? The action of water falling from one's eyes during an extreme emotional state. Crying could also be used to describe what was happening on the girl's face as tears rained down her bloodshot eyes and onto her reddened cheeks.

"Your wish came true…and because of it, I'm crying…"

[Fin]