“Do you believe in angels?”

   I looked up at my friend Ivy with a smile. Thinking about my blonde angel. She has to be an angel to look that beautiful. She has blonde hair that goes down to the middle of her back, the deeps blue eyes in the world; she has a smile that will make even the means kids in the school melt in to a puddle.

“Yes I do.”

   I said in my day dreaming voice. My friend Ivy knows me all to well. She knows me like a book. I look down at the soccer players looking at my blonde angel. She caught me looking at her once again. I smiled at her waving my hand; she smiled back with a giggle.

“So is Spencer your angel?”

   I looked at her and smiled, than looking back at Spencer. She is getting ready to make a goal. I looked at her kicking the ball as hard as she can to make the goal. She put her hands up in the air shouting goal. Having her team pate her on the back saying nice shot.

“ Do you have to ask”

   I said still looking at my angel. Couch Stone called them all in for a break. Spencer still has that smile on her face. That smile that makes me fall even more in love with her every day. She knows what that smile does to me. I think everyone knows what that smile does to me.

“I guess not. I mean come on you look at her like she is a goddess.”

   With that she laughs.  She is right I do look at her like that. But I only do that because she is to me. She is the one that makes me forget about the world around us just by one look. When we are alone I tell her that I think she is angel and she laughs and blush at me.

“That’s because she is a goddess to me.”

   I said while looking at her. Ivy has red hair that goes down she her shoulders, green eyes that will make boys fall over for her, and a smile that makes her look so innocent. When I know she is not even close to innocent.