"We're just like circus folk."

She turns the wheel and pulls forward, blocking the newly dented Ford Focus in the driveway. She looks out the passenger side window at the boy loading art supplies into the trunk, and yells through the glass of the passenger side window, "I LOVE YOU!".

Staring just wasn't getting her the fix she needs to go the rest of the day.

The boy looks up, then calmly walks to her door... which he throws open and pulls the girl into a jump through the air, allowing her to fly into arms, bracing the impact with his lips, his mouth, his laughter.

She wraps her legs around him, as the joke of the day has become "We're just like circus folk." She laughs at the song streaming from the interior of car, mockingly stroking the side of his face, telling him the Nelly's 'Ride With Me' is now "their song".

And they dance in the driveway (to very bad top 40's) till their fingers are chilled and February reminds them where they are supposed to be.