No,I don't know what I am doing. Bit by bit I keep taking off the plastic of the handle bars. The black little things fall like little black bits of snow. And I know, I know he won't notice me. But I have to try. That's when you do when you like someone. So i kept looking down at the cliff as the other boys and girls when down with their bikes. That mystery boy with dark hair. I saw him one day late at night as I was looking at the bridge. He was standing there looking down into the river. At first I thought he was a girl. He has long black hair, and I was just coming home from Nick's house. I had been studying with him since a big test was coming up. We had to memorize the whole continent of Asia. The countries and if we named some cities we got extra points. And we'll I hate geography, I can't even tell were my town Karlstad is. It's just that bad. And so I was that boy, I thought he was going to throw himself off the bridge. He was there for quite a while. So I well he was probably a little younger than me, I mean why would someone who is barely starting his life throw himself of a bridge. I almost ran desperately, if I could save him, it was like that time when I could not save... But I had to, maybe this was a way to find some retribution for that night, maybe I could, dad said it wasn't my fault, but even after time has passes, I still do, so maybe it was that guilt coming back, but I had to had to save him..
So I ran,ran and shook him.
"Don't..."
He then saw me, he then gave me a smile.
"I wasn't..."
Then before I knew it he ran off, another boy was waiting for him. He had blond hair. He looked serious, fog started to appear, and the fog swallowed them up. Maybe I would not see him again...
I started of course to look around, to search, but in school, in town, in the streets I one fit his description, a pale boy,with dark hair, who appear one night and was gone. I even dream about him, in my dreams he looks insecure, helpless, I try to reach out for him, but the blond boy blocks my path...
Then one night I saw him again, I was seating by one of the benches when I hear some laughter, it came from the swings, I hear his voice... He was there with that boy again and they looked happy. The boy with blond hair was standing up in the swing, moving faster and faster, gaining speed, speed after more speed...
"Here I go!"
And he was applauding, excited, jumping,clapping!
"Bravo Oskar!"
Then they both embraced and kiss. And part of me wanted for him at that moment to fall down, to hit and break his face, but it did not happen, the blond boy landed on his two feet. That night I cry,cry and didn't even know why...
They didn't see me. He probably forgot about me, but why did I continue to think about him. Then it was simple, because I liked him, because that's what love felt like, so that is why I was here, finally I had gotten the courage, I who never rode a bicycle before, but when I saw him that night I had this impulse, that maybe if he saw me, I could impress him, so I took my old bike from the garage, I waited for my turn on the hill, then when my turn came I saw him, the other boy was also there, but I did not care and so I rode the bike down the hill, I went faster and faster but I lost control, I stumble and flew and hit the ground, I heard how my bike smash to pieces, but as I flew for a moment I thought I had made him smile, a smile for me.....
