Jimmy's First Move

Two kids, Jimmy and Bobby, always together, always in trouble, but in the fall of 1912, something changed.

"Jimmy!" his mother's sharp cry echoed through the bush as she called from the back porch, "Dinner!"

Bobby looked up sharply. "Better you get movin', or she'll send the dog."

Jimmy scowled, but he shook off the foreboding feeling, staring at the tires on his old bicycle. He'd been planning this evening for weeks, the moon was coming up full, the leaves had just started to turn, and the smell of the harvest fresh off the fields permeated everything.

"Listen Bobby, I haven't got too much longer before Da decides I'm the man to take over the farm. Two more years tops, I'm already doin' everything he did, he's just supervising. When I turn sixteen and I'm allowed to drive I just know he'll hand off the deeds and retire. The sickness that he fought off last winter never really let him alone, he's still fighting it on and off."

Bobby nodded, listening. Jimmy had been acting strange all day, something was different between them. "Alright, so you're going to miss dinner because you're up to something important tonight. Must be powerful big for you to pass on dinner tho?"

"Only one of the two most important things I'll ever do in my whole life."

Bobby looked uncomfortable now, Jimmy was acting strange.

As he dropped to a knee, he looked up at his lifelong companion. "Bobby, we're still to young so it'd be a crime, but in two years when we are old enough," His voice hitched, then he continued, "will you honor me by becoming my wife?"

Bobby, stunned, blushed and nodded her head, tears coming to her eyes as she looked down at her friend and first true love.