Your Bike
Your Bike
Original\Non-fiction. A moment in my life I had a dream about last night. I have to admit, it's been a source of comfort lately cause I've been stressing out over school and issues at home.
Author: Shady_Fetish
It never really felt like April that night. Hell, it didn't feel like night time even though we had just gotten out of art history. I thought for sure you would just go home while I waited for the bus home. You always did that. I really hated it, because I never really got to see you that much, but I guess I kind of understood in my own way. You lived about forty five minutes away from school, and that neighborhood can get kind of sketchy at night.
"Hey, you want to see my new bike?" you said.
"Sure," I answered. Bus wasn't coming for another fifteen minutes, why not?
It was beautiful. I don't care if you said it was a copper color. It looked like a rich burgundy to me. You showed me the wheels and the bell, the steering, the chains. You told me how you got it for cheap. I kept thinking in the back of my mind that when I settle into Boston, I wanted to ride a bike just like you--I still do.
You offered to let me take your bike for a spin. Secretly, I was kind of nervous. I hadn't really rode a bike since I was about seven or eight, when my dad was still around to nurse my scrapes when I fell off on the hill in New Hampshire. Getting nervous was all for nothing though...
It turns out that bikes made for people who are over six feet tall aren't quite so easily ridden by those of us who barely reach five feet and six inches.
Embarrassed, I handed the bike back to you.
"I'm too short," I whined, trying to hide my blushing.
I could see you laughing inwardly--at me or with me, I wasn't sure.
Faster than someone could say "go", you hopped on the bike yourself and started speeding around the quad.
"I love my bike," you yelled. "I love my bike!"
You kept looking at me.
"You show off," I yelled back, laughing. "SHOW OFF."
"I love my bike!"
I remember that you had the biggest smile on your face. Not one of those fake ones that you wore at the art show when you were posing with your professors. This was a real one, one that reached your eyes. You glowed, your eyes twinkled. It was like a weight was gone from you--you had just let go and I saw a little bit more of the real you...Not the grumpy workaholic that some saw you to be, but a guy who was happy with his life, was living in the present.
I don't think I've ever felt love for someone else like I did for you that night. I literally felt like my feelings would make my chest explode. And you know what? There was so much more I wanted to say to you, so much I wanted to shout back.
The only reason I called you a show off, was because I really wanted to tell you that I thought your bike was okay, but I didn't love your bike--I loved you.
Original\Non-fiction. A moment in my life I had a dream about last night. I have to admit, it's been a source of comfort lately cause I've been stressing out over school and issues at home.
Author: Shady_Fetish
It never really felt like April that night. Hell, it didn't feel like night time even though we had just gotten out of art history. I thought for sure you would just go home while I waited for the bus home. You always did that. I really hated it, because I never really got to see you that much, but I guess I kind of understood in my own way. You lived about forty five minutes away from school, and that neighborhood can get kind of sketchy at night.
"Hey, you want to see my new bike?" you said.
"Sure," I answered. Bus wasn't coming for another fifteen minutes, why not?
It was beautiful. I don't care if you said it was a copper color. It looked like a rich burgundy to me. You showed me the wheels and the bell, the steering, the chains. You told me how you got it for cheap. I kept thinking in the back of my mind that when I settle into Boston, I wanted to ride a bike just like you--I still do.
You offered to let me take your bike for a spin. Secretly, I was kind of nervous. I hadn't really rode a bike since I was about seven or eight, when my dad was still around to nurse my scrapes when I fell off on the hill in New Hampshire. Getting nervous was all for nothing though...
It turns out that bikes made for people who are over six feet tall aren't quite so easily ridden by those of us who barely reach five feet and six inches.
Embarrassed, I handed the bike back to you.
"I'm too short," I whined, trying to hide my blushing.
I could see you laughing inwardly--at me or with me, I wasn't sure.
Faster than someone could say "go", you hopped on the bike yourself and started speeding around the quad.
"I love my bike," you yelled. "I love my bike!"
You kept looking at me.
"You show off," I yelled back, laughing. "SHOW OFF."
"I love my bike!"
I remember that you had the biggest smile on your face. Not one of those fake ones that you wore at the art show when you were posing with your professors. This was a real one, one that reached your eyes. You glowed, your eyes twinkled. It was like a weight was gone from you--you had just let go and I saw a little bit more of the real you...Not the grumpy workaholic that some saw you to be, but a guy who was happy with his life, was living in the present.
I don't think I've ever felt love for someone else like I did for you that night. I literally felt like my feelings would make my chest explode. And you know what? There was so much more I wanted to say to you, so much I wanted to shout back.
The only reason I called you a show off, was because I really wanted to tell you that I thought your bike was okay, but I didn't love your bike--I loved you.