A/N: I write these two too dramatically for their own good. Oftentimes I portray their bonds of friendship and love so strongly, even I can't reach or understand them anymore. These two have a magical world of their own. =3=

Written for Lj's 31_days, August 2009. Prompt is Come up through the summer rain.

Rain Bird

For a boy who loves parties and company and traveling, Oliver loved to spend long moments staring at the sky. I would once in a while find him glued to the window or out on the porch of his summer townhouse.

Of course, I know this kid is an avid lover of anything and everything beautiful. When I'd catch him lost in his moments, I would never fail to be in awe at the expression of understand and wonder on his face.

As close as I, his best friend, could get, those moments were his private time, as mine was watching him. We were both closed off to the outside world.

With the lives we lead, this kind of peace was quite rare, if not surreal and unnatural for onlookers who were afraid they'd be too shallow to take part in anything so frighteningly simple as watching the skies.

There were days Oliver would be too captivated in what he was seeing. It was during these times I felt I'd lose him the moment I'd take my eyes off him. I've never known someone so close to me, yet so far away.

...like the time I flew into an all out panic when I found him on the rooftop, arms out and bracing for an oncoming storm. In a burst of selfishness, I told myself, "Crap, it's too soon for us to lose him." and I all but grabbed this fickle bird before he could take off into the sky.

I had never known such a summer when it rained so much. Every single time, I'd hold Oliver and never let go till my heat and fear were too much for the both of us to bear.

"Enrique? You're shaking. What's wrong with you lately?"

If only you knew how terrified I am of losing you.

"Grace us selfish lowlifes with your presence a bit longer, Your Highness..."

The sound of Oliver's laugh over the roar of the wind told me the boy had actually heard me. "Oh En. There you go again."

I didn't know why I was so afraid of giving him up to the rain.

END