It’s a sunny, calm afternoon. We’re sitting on top of a
spacious hill looking over the huge school building. The spring grass has been
freshly cut and is the lightest green. The sky is brightest blue and the
dazzling sun is shining through the fluffy clouds with all types of colors
surrounding them. The warm sun is also hitting our faces, giving me a sense of
peace. We’re supposed to be at school in math class but you always have ways to
make me break some of the rules.
Since the fifth grade, you, Patrick Healings and I, Rebecca
Gullveig have been practically attached to the hip. We did everything together
and swore to be best friends forever. You didn’t care that I had cerebral palsy
and was in a wheelchair, and I didn’t care that you had dyslexia and sometimes
needed help with reading. We took care of each other. It was us against the
world. Back then you were like an older
brother but now we’re older and in ninth grade. I’ve secretly began to feel
more deeper feelings for you than just friendship and noticing other things
about you; things like your incredible smile that makes my stomach fill up with
butterflies, your forget-me-not blue eyes that light up like fireworks when you
laugh, the way you always want to protect me, and the warmth and tightness of
your embrace when we hug. I haven’t told you yet of course but my feelings have
been getting stronger every day.
Now we’re dancing playfully on the hill with you twirling,
dipping my wheelchair. Sometimes it feels like I’ll tip over at any moment but
you catch me each time. I know that you won’t let anything bad happen to me. My
heart is racing and I’m laughing loudly. As you continue to spin me around, I
see a surreal and remarkable sight in the sky. Appearing out of nowhere, there
are mini, individual, radiant rainbows scattered randomly across the sky. Each
rainbow has shades of red, blue, green, violet, and pink and has a cotton
ball-like cloud at their end. I’m in shock and awe. You’ve stopped spinning me
to gaze up at them as well. The town hasn’t seen a drop of rain today so seeing
any rainbow at all is considered peculiar but seeing so many at once is just
completely bizarre.
“They are so beautiful,” I muse breathlessly.
“They sure are,” you agree.
“It looks like we’ll have a very strange spring this year,”
I smile.
“Hey Rebecca, do you have a date for the spring dance on
Friday?” you ask, changing the subject abruptly. I’m taken aback a little by
the question.
“No, why?” I reply calmly, trying to ignore the leaping
heart in my chest.
“I’m going to ask Kelsey Maurelle to the dance and I was
hoping that you and I could double date, that’s all,” you explain.
Kelsey Maurelle is so mean to you but you refuse to see it.
She teases you behind your back (I’ve defended you more than once) and she
never acknowledges you unless she wants money for lunch. She knows that you
like her and she uses it to her full advantage. Still, you think that she’s an
absolute angel. I see one of the rainbows to the right go dim and its cloud
darken slightly at the mention of her name. I hold back laughter. Instead of
getting catty and listing all of the reasons why you shouldn't ask her, I tell
a little white lie.
“Patrick, I think that I heard some guy ask her already
before biology today,” I tell you.
“I bet that it was that Stephen guy, wasn’t it?” you sigh. I
just shrug my shoulders.
“I’m so sorry,” I say softly. You look so disappointed that
I’m wondering if I did the right thing.
“It’s alright,” you sigh again, “I didn’t have a chance in
hell with her anyway.”
“That’s not true…,” I say, hating the discouraged look on
your face and for some reason, also loathing the rainbow that is getting darker
now, on the verge of being purely black.
Then an idea comes to me. I say, trying to sound as
nonchalant as possible, “Hey, I have a crazy idea. Why don’t you and I go to
the dance instead?”
“Together?” you ask.
“Yeah, why not?” I reply with humor, “You’re cooler than any
other guy at school. Do you really want me just to take a loser that I barely
know?”
You chuckle and still smiling, you say, “No and I guess that
you’re the coolest girl I know, so sure, let’s go to the dance and party!”
“Awesomeness,” I smile. We then both laugh at ourselves.
When I look at the rainbow on the right again, it’s brightening up once more. I
feel beyond giddy about going to the dance with you but I hide it. Just then,
the school bell for the end of that hour rings in the distance.
“We better head back before we get caught,” I say.
“Okay,” you agree. We gaze up at the abnormal rainbows for a
moment again before leaving. Then you go behind me to help me down the hill. As
we head towards the school, the rainbows slowly disappear except for one. It’s
the one rainbow on the right. It suddenly begins to grow large and its
astonishing colors expand over us and we go under it like a bridge.
The rainbow won’t leave after that day. It’s there for the
rest of our high school years, it’s there when our friendship turns into true
love, it’s there for our wedding, and it’s there for us to show our children.
People say that there’s a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow but we’ve had
something more precious than gold. I believe that love can be found underneath
a magical rainbow or anywhere else people least expect.
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2012
This is based off a dream that I had the other morning. :)
