🪐✨🌙I am not Moon🌙✨🪐

t h i r t y - t h r e e

August 2014

5:32 p.m.

Your POV

I knock on the plastic pull out table before entering the garage. Lewis peeks his head out from the side of the car hood. The stain of car grease is prominent on his face like a poor tattoo. Though, nonetheless a smile paints his face.

"Hey kiddo, what are you doing here?" He asks, taking the rag from his waist and wiping even more grease off his hands.

"Oh, not even a hello? Wow," I sarcastically say, tossing my bag on the couch.

"I'm sorry, your majesty," Lewis says, doing a courtesy.

I can't help but chortle at his actions.

"Why thank you," I reply, regaining my composure.

"So, how's school goin'?" He asks, walking over to the fridge, bending down to the beverages.

"Boring. I have to write this thing, a-a thesis. I don't want to do it," I tell Lewis, sinking into the couch.

"Since when do you want to do your work?" He says, closing the fridge door. He walks over to me with a can of beer and soda in each hand.

"I do it, just not well," I respond, taking the can of soda.

A silence washes over as the two of us crack open our carbonated drinks in sync. The sound of someone revving their engine is heard growing closer. The two of us turn our heads towards the direction of the sound. Lewis jumps up off the couch.

"What's gotten into you?" I question, rarely seeing Lewis this energetic.

"I have something for you! Stay here," he says, placing his beer down and jogging towards the back of shop.

Lewis stops at the doorway of the back room of the shop. He turns around, "Close your eyes," he demands, pointing at me.

I roll my eyes and cover them with my hands. I hear shuffling from the back room followed by a handful of swears. Then I hear the clunks of Lewis' steel toe boots coming closer to me.

"Alright, open," He tells me.

I remove my hands from my face and I open my eyes to see, "A MOTORCYCLE!?" I question in disbelief.

I bounce up from the couch and admire the bike - circling around it like a shark with its prey. The deep midnight blue color of the bike complements the tiny metallic silver star details. The daylight from outside shines on the bike, giving it a subtle glow. I walk around, looking at the freshly shined body and tires. I am speechless, it's so beautiful. There is a waxing crescent moon decal on the back of the bike under where the license plate hangs.

"Wow," is all I can say.

"You like it?" Lewis asks, uncertainty in his voice.

"You kiddin'? I love this!" I exclaim, moving my arms like I'm showing off the bike.

"Good, because, it's yours," He informs me so nonchalant like.

"What?" I question, bug-eyed.

"Aren't I a little young to be riding this?" I ask, running my hands on the seat.

I'm already itching to ride this thing.

"Obviously when you're a little older you can, other than that, it's all yours," Lewis backtracks.

I can't help but smile, "Thank you, thank you," I repeat jumping on to Lewis and giving him a hug.