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met him at the beach and he taught me to surf and then we ended up at a bonfire that night. It was fantastic."

I smiled, truly happy for her. "So, what's he like?"

"Sweet, sexy, and great body."

I laughed a little. "My little innocent Kara doesn't seem so innocent anymore."

"He just feels, special. We spent all day yesterday and today together,
too. I don't know...I think he might be that guy."

"What do you mean that guy?" I asked, flipping onto my back to stare
at the ceiling. I smiled subconsciously at the glow in the dark star
stickers we had put up there when I was five.

"I think he might be the guy I fall in love with. Have my first real
relationship with. Maybe even the guy I marry someday." She said, her
tone more serious that I was expecting.

My eyes widened a bit. "Well, you'll be sure to call me before you
walk down the aisle, right?"

Kara giggled. "Of course. Who do you think my maid of honor is?"

I couldn't help but smile a bit. "I'm really happy for you. I'm glad
you found that guy."

I could tell she was smiling. "Thanks Belle. And congrats on your guy,
too. Looks like we both have a summer romance on our hands."

I tried to deny the bubbling feeling that rose in my stomach at the
thought of Ben being my summer romance. "Looks like it."

Chapter Four

It was raining. I couldn't be happier. Sure, I had a fondness for the
sun and warmth, but I loved the rain. Maybe it was because whenever it
rained as a kid me and my mom would come onto the front porch and just
watch. She would laugh as I danced around in the rain, yelling and
laughing.

I sighed in content as I stared out at the rain falling from the
clouds. It was pretty dark outside for it only being 6pm, but I loved
the weather like this.

I couldn't help but smile at the childhood memories of my mom and I as
I sat on the front porch, just watching it rain first hand. Dad on the
other hand has always hated the rain. When he was younger his father
had died in a car accident while it was raining. He refused to drive
very far in it.

It was unusual for a farmer to really hate the rain, but my dad was a
different story. He despised it, but I guess he had good reasoning.

I liked the rain probably because it reminded me of my mom. Some
people try not to remember, like my dad, and other like me, tried
their hardest to keep the memory alive. Especially the good ones like
dancing in the middle of a great big green yard with your mom when
you're little.

Sure, it rained in Oregon quite a bit, but it wasn't the same. It
wasn't as peaceful and nice as here in Summerfield. Plus, I could
never feel happy when it rained while I was at Lavance. It was already
so depressing that sometimes the rain just fit the mood a little too
well and began to bring me down. I was glad, though, that I was able
to finally enjoy it again.

"Howdy there, ma'am." Ben grinned, announcing his presence as he
stepped onto our rather large porch.

I laughed a bit at his way of saying hello. "Hey Ben." I had almost
forgotten that him and his parents were coming over for dinner
tonight.

"So, what's for dinner?" He questioned, sitting down next to me.

I shrugged, lost in thought as I continued starring at the rain that
was now slightly pouring. "I don't know. Ella wouldn't let me in
the kitchen after I kind of set a wash cloth on fire."

Ben's laughter irrupted from deep within his throat. It was an almost
musical sound. Okay, that was cheesy. I see that now. "How on Earth
did you do that?" He wondered, his shoulders shaking from laughter.

"I didn't notice that the stove was on, and it just kind of...flamed."

"You are a danger to humanity." He chuckled. It was silent for a
moment after I didn't say anything, causing him to break the silence.
"You know, you could get sick out here."

I pointed to the porch roof that was currently keeping us safe from
the falling rain. "Can't get sick if we don't get wet."

Ben smirked, an