Crybaby

// training wheels //

no training wheels left for you,
i'll pull them off for you.

// training wheels //

Johnny brought his bicycle up the hill as I tagged along. Today we had decided to ride our bikes. The sky was a bright blue and the sunlight peeked through the trees.

"Okay, you go first!" I crossed my arms as Johnny got on the bicycle. Band-aids were in the pocket of my green dress, in case he got hurt. I would never let him get hurt.

He slowly pedalled down the hil, then smiled as he freely came to the surface. It was fun to him, but not to me. He needed to get those training wheels off. They just removed the joy out of being free.

He walked up the hill again. "That was fun. Would you like to try it?" He gestured towards the bike.

I brought out a wrench from my pocket. "I wanna take those training wheels off first."

He gulped. "Um, are you sure?"

"I'm sure." I twisted the wrench around the bolt that held the training wheels together. Now it was a two-wheeled bicycle.

Johnny quivered as I threw the training wheels to the side. I noticed this and smiled sadly. "Come on, Johnny! It's not that scary!"

"B-but...I never ride my bike if the training wheels aren't there," he stuttered, placing his hands in his pockets.

I got on the seat. "It's really easy! Here, I'll show you." I started pedalling down the hill, getting ready for the drop. I felt the cool breeze sweep past me.

"See," I stated, walking up while holding the handlebars. "Not so hard! Now it's your turn."

He shook his head and crossed his arms. "No! I need the training wheels!"

"No you don't," I whined, pulling his arm and dragging him to the bike. "Ride!"

He pouted and muttered unintelligible words as he got on the bicycle. Since he was too scared to ride down the hill, we decided to try it out on flat land first.

I held the seat as he pedalled slowly going straight. After releasing him, he steadily went around me until...

"Ouch!" He fell off the bicycle and scraped his knee. I rushed to his side and tended to his wound.

He winced when I placed a band-aid on his scratch. "It's okay, I'm here if you'll fall again," I assured him, patting his head playfully.

When he shot me a smile, I knew he believed me. No one has ever believed me.

He tried to go around me once again, but failed. Instead of getting hurt, he just fell and landed on the soft grass. I lay down next to him and we both laughed as we looked at the clouds.

In that moment, I knew he was the one. He was my Johnny.