My Mexico

It was only sophmore year; my best friend had just moved and I was taking spanish with out her humourous motivation. Wonder what could go wrong? or Right? It was then when he walked into class with a lost and confused look, dressed properly and smelled amazing. He had that one deep dimple in his smile and light brown eyes, but absolutely No idea what anyone around him was saying. He was from Mexico, I remember him showing me on the map where he was from. I dont remember how I started talking but I do remember the moments of getting to understand him and know who he was. We helped each other understand both english and spanish. Soon we were friends, the basketball courts and hallways is where we could have been spotted. Every lunchtime after eating with our friends we'd meet each other in the hallway and just talk, not many could communicate with him but when it came to me and him we understood everything. One day we were walking down the hallway and one of our teachers Mrs. Taylor had noticed us always walking around together and stopped to ask if we were together, I simply said "no." she replied with "Ya'll are cute!" He then asked what she said and what she meant, "Boyfriend, Girlfriend" is how I explained with of course a smile on my face. He then laughed and smiled and said "Nice!" He soon had to go back to Mexico to return to his family. I clearly remember the last day I seen him. My mom was on her way to pick me up, his home wasn't far from school so he said "well I better go" "Okay" i told him. Before he turned away he brushed my hair from my face and then gave me a big hug, smiled and started walking away. I watched him leave and remembering him looking back one more time and revealed that one dimple that
stood out from any smile I have seen. He became a good friend to talk to and I'll miss seeing his smile and talking to him.