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Two kids were walking home together one ominous June afternoon. A heavy heat hung in the air as dark clouds loomed above, threatening to burst into a mighty storm. They were pretty good friends, and had been for a few months now. Though, he had begun to have feelings for her, feelings which were unrequited at the time. She really only liked him as a friend, and wasn't too interested in a relationship anyway. The two kids walked side by side, talking about the day's boring math class, orchestrated by an enthusiastic teacher to kids who were only day dreaming of the impending summer. Days in the classroom had grown too hot to actually concentrate on learning. As they walked, the girl wondered if he was thinking about kissing her. She wasn't sure exactly how she felt about this, but was too afraid to think about anything past the possibility. Suddenly, a few rain drops hit the girl's arm. "I think it's starting to rain," the girl said, "and I'm pretty sure I just heard thunder." "Maybe," the boy said, "Hopefully we don't get caught in the storm." But they did. It started pouring, thunder clapping and lightening striking the sky, as the two kids laughed and quickened their pace. "Give me your backpack," the boy said to the girl, "We're gonna run." And so, amidst the booming storm, the girl gave him the backpack, and they ran together, as fast as they could. They ran all the way into their neighbourhood, rain hitting their heads, lightening striking excitement into their hearts. They had never felt so exhilerated in their lives, running like they were for their lives, laughing and screaming in joy. They made it to the girl's house after about ten minutes - the boy wanted to make sure she made it home safely. As she approached the door, she turned to him. "Are you going to be okay to get home?" she almost yelled over the sound of the storm. "I'll be fine. I just wanted to make sure you made it home." He replied, and he gave her a goofy smile and turned to leave. He made it home safely that day. They were friends for the next year, and then they graduated elementary school together. Once high school came, she never saw him again. He moved five hours away, and they never really kept contact. Now and then the girl thinks about him, and what he's like now. Sometimes she wonders whether or not she actually was in love with him, and maybe she should've tried to kiss him herself. But I was so young back then.