“Which way do you do your Cartwheels?”

“Hey Bob, by the time I count to ten, do what comes into your mind, ok?” Henry said. They stood in front of Bob’s front porch, the blistering summer heat scorching the revealing parts of their skin, which was at the most half of their legs, their pale arms and their faces. Right now, Henry was as red as a torpedo and Bob’s face had surpassed the torpedo phase and was now moving on to the bright hue of a fire hydrant. The heat was incredible for this past week; however both refused to stay indoors due to the lack of air condition in both neighboring houses. So it was either suffer inside, or outside and as outdoorsy people, they preferred to burn to crisp at the presence of identical tomato bred gardens and impressive green grass.

“What do you mean-”

“One. Two. Three.”

“What do you mean I have to do something? Can I make like a chimp face or something?”

“Something that includes motion of the whole body-Four. Five. Six.”

“Can I pretend to be a car?”

“How the hell would you do that? Seven. Eight.”

“You know, get on the grass and move my body or I could be a kangaroo with the baby peeking out of the crotch? Maybe I shouldn’t have told you this. Is this game like charades?

“The baby peeks out from the pouch and I’m almost finished counting,” Henry hummed.

“But what can I-”

“NINE,” Henry’s voice grew louder. “TEN, OUICK DO SOMETHING!”

“UH-uh,” Bob stuttered, a panic feeling mixed with a rush of adrenaline filling his mind. He shot his left feet out, pointed, on to the ground and raised both of his long skinny arms. In one swift motion his legs crossed over in a sloppy and unsteady cartwheel.

Henry laughed, glancing down at how stupid Bob looked. “Dude, you could have just ran or something.”

“Hey man” Bob said, back on his feet, “You know when the pressure begins, the most obvious things can’t find its way to my brain.”

“Whatever man, I can’t believe you can’t do a simple cartwheel,” Henry said laughing again, his already crimson-coloured face was turning a deeper shade.

“It’s just the moment,” Bob said defensively, “I can’t do it just like that. I have to do it on my own will.”

“Right.”

“It’s true! Now, let’s see you do a cartwheel then.”

“Okay,” Henry said arrogantly with a chumming smile across his freckled face.

“Which way do you do your cartwheels?” Bob asked before Henry to move into standard position.

“What do you mean what way do I do my cartwheels?”

“Like do you do it with your body facing sideways or forward?”

“Does it matter?”

“I don’t know. I never tried the other way so I don’t know the difference.”

“Fine, what way did you do yours?”

“Sideways.”

“Okay, I’ll do it sideways then. No. You know what? I’ll do it forward and it would be way better than your sideways cartwheel.”

“I don’t think you should do it that way. You better do it the way I know, you know just incase.”

“Just incase what?”

“You fall flat on your face or something.”

“I won’t fall flat on my face. Watch.” He assumed the forward cartwheel position and pointed his hair enclosed right foot. In one swift movement, he performed a smooth and graceful forward cartwheel. “See?” He said after he landed on his feet, “It doesn’t matter. And it proves that I can do it way better than your sloppy clumsy one.” He laughed at the memory.

“Okay, okay. But, I’m gonna try the forward cartwheel. It’ll make a better comparison.”

“It doesn’t matter dude. I’m better.”

Bob didn’t say anything. He assumed the same forward cartwheel position Henry had and pointed his left foot, as he always did and in one swift moment, he was balancing his entire body in the air, his two hands flat on the ground, consuming the weight of his body. Just as he was about to land, something went wrong. He flipped over and landed on his back with a thud.

“Ahhh,” he moaned.

Henry laughed at him, “See it doesn’t matter. Next time, just leave it to the pro.”