I biked to your house, it wasn't too far
away from mine, at least not far enough
for me to drive.
I biked up to your garage parking and rested
my bike on your garage door.
Hopefully you don't mind.
You opened the door and brought me to your
room.
Your room surrounded photos of things from
outside, viewpoints, and pictures with your friends.
I also saw my sister in one of them.
You probably know her.
"Is that your bike in the garage?" you
pointed outside
Red flushed my face.
I could only nodded my head.
-J.S
