Four-o-clock arrives, and James Diamond can easily be found at the park on Maple street, pumping his legs back and forth to get higher on the swings.
Logan, on the other hand, is nowhere in sight. James knows that Logan could easily have been held up, and may be a few minutes late, but it doesn't to much to stall his nervousness. What if he got stood up? It wasn't like it was a date or anything, but still. It hurts.
Four-oh-one. Still no Logan. James swings higher and higher, air whooshing past his head. Seconds pass. He remains the only person in the park.
Four-oh-two. Logan is late. James is almost able to see over the tops of the trees now, yards off the ground. Ten minutes pass, James slows down. more time flies. Feet hit the ground, and the swing stops.
James stand and turns, and there, right in front of him, is Logan.
"Where were you?" James asks, attempting to conceal his anger, "You were late."
"No, I wasn't." Logan replies, confused.
"It's like, four thirty."
"Four twenty four," Logan corrected him. James just rolled his eyes. "I was here the whole time," Logan continued, "doing this." He produced a large sketchbook from his bag and flipped to the fourth page. Holding it up for James to see, he gave a little 'tah-dah!'
"Oh," James gasped. The image before him was breathtaking. It was of James swinging, feet high above the trees. James looked peaceful and relaxed, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "That's-that's- wow."
"Thanks," Logan giggled, sliding the sketchbook back into his bag.
"So, aside from being pissed at me for not being here," James's face reddened at that,"How was your day?"
"Pretty good. You?"
"Well, I got accused of tardiness," Logan teased, "And I drew my first acceptable picture in a long time. I guess the inspiration helped."
James smiled, and grabbed Logan's hand. "You want inspiration? Come on, you need to try something."
A/N: Short, sweet, and the beginning of a wonderful relationship. I hope you liked reading it,
KL