You and Tom were both eight, he was trying to teach you how to ride a bike without training wheels, since you had never learned when you were younger, right now you both were sitting on the porch.

Tom was sitting next to you on the porch, water in hand as he watched you, admiring you almost, he had bandages in his pockets for when your soft hands hit the jagged ground, his Teddy bear, Tomee bear, in his arms.