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A Boy And His Bike - Chapter 7

He lived about 10 mins away by bike so today was the day, time to ride through his neighborhood and see if he would notice me or if I could catch a bit of him working in his yard.
I would take whatever I could get at this point.
As I pull into his neighborhood my gut sinks, can't turn back now!
Then I see it, in the driveway I see his truck!
YESSSSSSSS!

His front door is shut and no one is in the yard but this is his house.
A cool two story home that looked like it was straight out of the 70's.
So now that I knew where he lived, this is where I would be every weekend until I caught him in his front yard.
Yes, I was determined!

For the next couple of weeks everytime I was there I would see women and kids and wonder if any of them were his family.
I never mentioned to him that I had been to his neighborhood and he never mentioned it so I assumed he just hadn't seen me.
Oddly enough during this time I made friends with other kids in this neighborhood around my age, so it made it less strange when I was there as I would go there and hang out with the kids for a few hours during the day HOWEVER, I always had one eye on his house to make sure I wouldn't miss him coming out of his house and heading somewhere...
I was smitten...

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