I'm Coming Home To You

Big Wheels Keep On Turning

"Why don't you just answer?"

"No!"

"'No' you won't marry me? Or 'no' you won't answer?"

"No! I got too much to do!"

The grainy sand flew like crazy in the wind, which seemed to be picking up quick. You felt like your feet were moving you slower than how fast you typically could. You'd always race your buddies at recess, not only cause you loved doing it, but to see their faces as you beat all of 'em across the finish line the previous class made outta moss from the trees.

The waves were catching up to you, but not as fast as you were to Carter. Both of you were barefoot, despite your mother warning you that it would be best if you put your tennis shoes on, but who really listened to their mama at nine anyways? Especially when you had more important things to do; like chase your best friend across the beach just down the road and play in Mrs. Dawes' yard 'til she comes out to bark at you for causin' a ruckus.

Out of the blue, a streak of lightning came down and touched the sand just about thirty feet ahead of you. You both scream, and Carter bolts in the opposite direction, but you tug his arm to stop him"

"No, this way!"

You run towards the strike and pull him next to you.

"Should we really be here? What if the lightning strikes again? I think we should head back home," Carter rambles. He had a bad habit of rambling when he was doing things he knew he shouldn't be. His ma would sic him if she knew what he was doing.

"Don't worry, Car," you return, "lightning never strikes twice in the same place, we should be okay here.

"Wanna see somethin' cool?" you question. You kneel down and flapped your hand, letting him know to do the same.

"Look," you inform, "it's glass, it's what happens when lightning hits the sand, and it makes it all loopy and weird looking. I love it."

He stares in awe and confusion as if his mind was trying to piece together how it made sense. He reached out his hand to touch it, but you clutch his arm before he gets the chance to.

"No, silly, it's too hot!" you laugh.

You both sit for a moment before you look at him once more.

"Why would you wanna marry me anyhow?" you inquire, your 'Bama accent shining through gloriously. Carter pauses for a moment before retorting.

"So I can kiss you anytime I want."