Enna approached the object in front of her as if it was a nuclear bomb that could blow at any second. Her brown hair was held back only by her helmet, and her knees and elbows were protected by chunky pads.
"Come on, Enna! Just get on." Called the dark haired boy who zoomed by on a similar object to the one in front of her. Enna shook her head and backed away. Kili, the boy, rolled over and stopped in front of her,
"I'll hold you steady, promise." Still, the green eyed girl shook her head.
"No, it's gonna make me fall, and my director will probably kill me if I get hurt before the performance, which is tomorrow, by the way!" She told him desperately trying to find a way out of this lesson. Kili looked at her reproachfully. She sighed and reached out for him. He chuckled, and wrapped his arm around her waist and was glad she was a head shorter. She stepped up on to the object. She pushed it forward, and squeaked as its wheels jerked into motion. Kili helped her ride five parking spaces before letting her stop.
"See, not that hard." He laughed. Enna's face was the epitome of fear, none the less; she nodded as she got off.
"Never again. Except we all know that I'll try again." She stated, making her friend chuckle harder.
"Come on, I'll help you wheel down the road, just a little, not too far." She sighed and got up on the object again, Kili's arm wrapping around her waist, and she grabbed his right hand in her left.
The sun set behind them as laughter and shrieks filled the still summer night, crickets and birds chirped sleepily as the pair moved down the road.
A year later, and Enna and Kili are in a relationship. The Enna still gets lessons, but is better when it comes to the object.
On a summer night, similar to the one she got her first lesson on, they were returning home, the same way they had every time, Enna on the object, and Kili's arm around her waist.
But, on this summer night, with the birds and crickets chirping in harmony, a tranquil mood setting in, the object's wheels creaked as it bore the girl's weight, but she continued on, slowly wheeling away from the sunset, holding her boyfriend's hand with his arm around her waist, the object held a strong power, love. Just a simple, black, skateboard.