WARNING: This story has some lesbian type things in it, I DO NOT SUPPORT IT!

This wheather reminds me of some black and white movie that never exsisted. It almost sickens me that it rains so much like this; the clouds own your soul and its condition just as much as they own the sky. Everwhere your eyes land- the rain is there. Either dominationg potholes in the street beyond thier capacity or becoming as tangible as the rain.

It didn't really matter to me weather or not it rained. With or without it I'd always be mecholy. It isn't these mere nature events that can cure me or cheer me- its something part of every person's soul:

Love.

I beleive that true love is for all human kind. So many find it right away, others search for a lifetime. Others fake being in love, loving another. It is also in my mind that one doesn't have to look for someone of the other sex. I may never find pleasure beyonde a simple friendship in someone of the opposite sex.

For my physical education class today, I knew we'd be doing some kind of activity indoors considering the rain. Normally we would be outside on the track, in the field. We would race, competitive or not, play football, and other outdoors sports. I wouldn't mind playing in the rain. I don't care much for the rain. But if it ment the other three girls in the class would huddle together giggling and bitching about the rain and clouds, then I'd rather be inside where they would fake vertigo, mild injury, or a break just to be with each other. This was a little more tolerable for me.

Today we would probably play tag football, but I hoped dodgeball for a change. Those girls would do thier huddle and whisper about the guys who'd have sweat gathering on thier chests after taking off thier shirts.

I'm not like those girls. There is always something else on my mind beside guys, thier lower extremities, make-up and what I would wear the next day. I think big. I understand silence.

I finished dressing down into my P.E. clothing, and turned-confronting suddenly a girl I hadn't met before. We stared at each other, you know how you do in a packed hallway when all you want is your lunch. You rnu into some shrimp or giant and in the seconds it takes for you to decide which way to shift while the other person thinks the same, you can gather all those details of the person in a blink of an eye, as if you had been blind all your life and just been gifted sight.

That's was is happening now.

She is slightly smaller than me. Her hair dark, thick hair is almost past her shoulders while mine is a medium bob, slight brown and thin. By her dark eyes and smooth, dark skin, I would have to say that she is Japanease-America. Our school has a nice mixture of people from different countries.

She looks weak, and permamently exausted. I think the cause of her weariness had to be school, school in general and people. Peple like us always have that look on them.. People like us? What kind of people are we? Who are we?

She is like me... perhaps we have some kind of connection. But what?

"Are you new here?" I asked. Must have been a stupid question. I remember faces well, and hers I do not know. I considered sketching her, with her complimentary features.

"Yes." She has a strong, but quiet voice. Very nice.

I left her to dress.

She was put in my P.E. class. That day we played dogeball, just as I had wished. I kept my eyes on her throughout play, not only because she wasn't on my team and gathered the balls frequently, but because she moved like an invisible fluid being not of this world. She was very admirable in play. I had to advert my eyes several times to be sure she wouldn't turn to look directly at me while mine was fixed on her. She just caught me looking- Oh God!

We have a connection-what is it? what is it?

After a few heavy games of dodgeball, the boys went to thier locker room and I slowly went to the girls' locker room with the others.

I waited in the bathroom stalls as usual until most of the girls cleared out from around the cornor where my locker was.

There is tha girl again, it looks like she waited for me as I guess I did for her. She hadn't dressed down yet, and she looks at me as I approach.

"Where did you move here from?" I asked casually.

"Springfield." She said just as casually and bodly.

"That's not far... Eugene and Sprinfield are practivally one city." That was all I needed to say.

I haultingly turned to my locker to put in the combanation. The girl talked again, "You like me, don't you?"

As started as I was at this sudden question, I answered "Yes." She smiled and introduced herself.

"My name is Cleo- and you're blushing."

I smiled a little, nervously. She knew. "I'm Linda."

She reached out and took my hands in hers. They were stonger then they looked. "I like you too."

I looked dartenly around us to make sure no one was still around. I knew they would leave quickly, this being the last period of the day and a Friday.

"I know how you feel, Linda. You've probably never really had these kind of feelings for a girl before, have you? I was the same way."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. I had alwys wondered what it would be like to kiss a girl, and I told her this. I wanted to tell her everything. And I would have.

Her hand went to my cheek and sat there. I breathed a sigh and closed my eyes as it went down the side of my neck and my chest. I wanted to experince this fully. It made me more excited then any guy could have made me feel. Her hands cradled my face as she guided my blind lips to hers. They were warm and soft, and tasted like some fruity chapstick. It felt great and better than any boy I had kissed or had kissed me, but at the sametimes it felt wrong and disgusting.

And I was ashamed.

She looks into eyes, and I know she recognizes what I am feeling.

I quickly dressed back into my street clothing, my body burning for more of that forbidden feeling. I then noticed that I felt a little lighter and happier. She was what I thought would change me. One of the opposite sex.

As usual, I had to walk home. The rain was worse then before. It was opressing and quickly returned me to melencholia.

After awhile I forgot that I ever felt happy. The thought of me smiling was beyonde me now, and I knew I'd never kiss Cleo, or probably talk to her again.