Cloud Walking

to let me know he'd be in town later this afternoon to finalize some paperwork from the divorce. I was stoked about spending time with him. Is it completely fucked up to admit that I had a favorite parent? Because Dad was mine, hands down.

    I had seriously considered going to live with him after he had moved. But as much as I disliked my mom most of the time, I didn't want to leave my friends and my school in the middle of my senior year.

    Everything was going pretty freaking great.

    Well...almost.

    Because there was Maggie.

    As satisfied as I was in other areas of my life, not everything was syncing up the way I wanted it to. Maggie was noticeably distant. She spent all of her time with Clay. Rachel and I barely saw her anymore.

    I sat across from her and the tortured hero himself. Man, he played that deep and mysterious card well, I'd give him that. But I found the whole thing a little creepy. I couldn't get a read on the guy and that bugged me. I watched as Maggie and Clay made excuses to touch each other. She was practically drooling into her lunch as she listened to him talking about poetry, or art or something equally boring and meant to make girls drop their panties for him.

    I wasn't sure this guy wasn't just one big act. Sure, he seemed all angst ridden, but who's to say that wasn't just a giant fishing line all set to lure unsuspecting girls into his trap. Yeah, I was being a bit paranoid, but like I've said, the dude bugged me.

    I'm sure it had more to do with the fact that it was pretty freaking obvious that Maggie was ready to drop everyone and everything for him. Rachel and I barely registered for her anymore. And I was self-aware enough to know that I was feeling more than a little jealous.

    Not because I liked Maggie like that or anything. No, it had more to do with my selfish desire to have my girls all to myself. Hey, I never pretended to be overly mature. But at least I can own it.

    But I was trying to be nice to the guy, for Maggie's sake. I didn't foresee best buddy territory anytime soon, but I guess I could be civil.

    Rachel and Maggie were talking to Clay about the Fall Formal. Fantastic. I guess he was gate crashing that one. Maggie was looking at him with those doe eyes of hers and I wanted to snort in disgust. But I was trying to be the bigger man and told him he should come. Someone give me a damn medal, because that was very Boy Scout of me.

    Rachel gave me a smile, clearly pleased with my efforts at making peace. I smiled back. Yeah, I could be a decent guy when I wanted to be.

    After lunch, Rachel looped her arm with mine and gave me a beautiful smile. My heart flip-flopped in my chest. “That was really cool to include Clay. I'm proud of you, Danny.” She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek.

    I blushed bright red. Yes, I seriously blushed. I don't think that had happened since I was six.

    I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Eh, it was nothing. Just because I'm on the fence about Maggie's boy toy, doesn't mean I have to be a jerk about it, right?” I said and even I could hear how out of breath I sounded. Crazy what one little kiss could do to me. This girl had me on a chain and didn't even realize it.

    “You really are a good guy. I just wish you'd let that nice side come out to play more often,”she teased, her arm still holding onto mine as we walked down the hallway. I shrugged again, though I couldn't help but feel happy at her compliment.

    “So, this dance. Have you picked out your suit yet? I'm thinking baby blue this year,” Rachel said, her eyes glittering with excitement. The girls really got into this whole “let's dress as tacky as possible” thing for Fall Formal. I had to admit, it was pretty fun and I hated school dances with a passion.

    “Baby blue, huh? Well, I'll have to see what I can do,” I told her as we came to a stop in front of her next class. We stood there outside her classroom with her grinning up at me. This lack of animosity and open hostility felt nice.

    I brought my fingers up to pluck a piece of fuzz from her hair and let my hand linger a little bit longer than was necessary. I noticed Rachel freeze and watch my face as I slowly pulled my fingers away. Our eyes locked and we were standing toe to toe. Me looking down, her looking up. Our hands brushed against each other and her lips parted.

    I started to lean in...

    And then snapped out of it.

    What was I doing?

    Was I seriously going to kiss her in the