I giggle as we spin around in my backyard. Not soon, we're out of breath. I smile and point at your pants. "C'mon, Harry," I say in between panting breaths. "Why do you always wear those pants? They look like you time-traveled from 1928." "For your information, Amiyah," you start. "Corduroy is very comfy. And it also looks nice to me." I giggle again. "Backyard Boy, you are crazy." You just grinned and stared at me, and my heart fluttered like it was on wings. "Hey, you wanna get on our bikes?" I asked, my eyes looking at the ground. "Yeah, sure," you respond. *** As we're riding through our neighborhood, I start singing, "Da da da da da da, da da da da da da," over and over again. "Amiyah, what are you singing?" you say. "Nothing," You grin again and do a wheelie. "Oh, we're doing tricks now, huh?" I spin around in a circle on my bike. You chuckle and say, "We could be circus clowns. Backyard Boy and Garden Girl, the bike riders," I smile at that. "Hey, can I ask you something when we get back to your house?" you ask. "Sure," I say. The wings on my heart are back. I glance at people on the other side of the road, whispering and looking at Harry and me. I don't care, though. Let them talk. *** Once we get back, I ask, "What did you want to talk to me about?" "I like you," you say nonchalantly. I feel like I'm living in a dream. I say, "Yeah, me too," but I say it really fast, so it sounds like I said, "Yeahmetoo," Your phone rings. You kiss me on the cheek before you get up. "It's my mom. She says I need to get home. Bye, Amiyah," "Bye, Harry," I watch as your corduroy pants walk away. I smile and under my breath and say, "Backyard Boy, you make me nervous."
