Your arms were sore and your legs were about to break down. You were at the park with your boyfriend Steve, who was trying to do the impossible.
He was teaching you how to do a cartwheel, roundoff, handstand - anything that could kill you basically.
"Steve, you know that I'll never get it.. And besides, I'm tired and hungry and sleepy..." You could've gone on, but it was no use.
Steve wouldn't stop until you did a perfect cartwheel.
"C'mon Doll-face, you're almost there!" He did yet another perfect cartwheel, making you look even more incredulous.
"Almost there my ass," you quietly mumbled.
"Heard that."
You copied the smile that was plastered on Steve's face. "Don't you ever run out of energy?"
"Um, depends on the situation. Anyway, you're not staying focused. All you gotta do is push off your hands, straighten your legs up a bit and keep going."
"You know, if I push off my hands one more time, I'm pretty sure my arms'll break or something."
You tried once more only to fall halfway.. again.
Steve laughed nearly the hundredth time that afternoon. You stood up, brushed yourself off and glared at Steve - which of course made Steve laugh harder.
"If I didn't love you so much, I'd wipe that smile right off your face." You wanted to walk away to the Curtis house, but you recently moved to Tulsa, so you had no idea which way to go.
You walked along the street only hear, "Baby, y'all going the wrong way."
You heard him laugh whole-heartedly and couldn't help but smile.
"Here, I'll even give you a piggyback ride to the house."
