I pedaled leisurely to the bus stop, but the anticipation still lingered in my mind.

Would Sam be happy to see me? Did he feel the same way about me that I felt about him? Of course he did, I told myself, remembering the first night we met.

When I arrived, I put my bike on the rack in front of the bus.
Twenty minutes later, it came to the block that Sam lived on.

I nervously got off the bus and held his address in my hand.
He had given it to me the last time I saw him.
18 Maple Street Corner.

I remembered his house. It was a small brick two-story dwelling with a forest green front door.

With great trepidation, I walked up to his house. I rang the doorbell and waited.
Was anyone home?
What would I do if his mom or dad answered?

I heard feet coming to answer the door. To my relief, it was Sam. He greeted me with a genuine smile and a hug.
We’d save the kisses for later.

“Seth, I’m so glad you came back!” he said. “Well, I’m glad to be here,” I replied.