The American // DNF

Twenty.

"Hey, Karl, do you have a rubber on you I can use?" George called out, sitting on the edge of one of the ramps with his legs crossed and sketchbook resting on his knees.

I choked on air. "What?"

Karl swerved over on his skateboard, stepping off smoothly. "Yeah, actually I've got one in my pocket," he said, reaching into it.

"George why the hell do you need one of those?" I asked, almost panicked. George and Karl just looked confused but Nick just burst out laughing.

"An eraser!" Nick finally got out. "He's talking about an eraser, not a condom!" he was barely breathing and had tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

"What makes you think I'd be the one asking for a condom?" George giggled. Owning the bottom energy I guess.

"Ok, alright, chill," I said with a smile and sitting down next to George.

It was about a week later and it was the weekend so we were just hanging out at the skatepark. Alex and Karl were by far the best out of us, whizzing past each other, ollying like no tomorrow, and dropping in at every ramp with no fear.

"As if!" Karl exclaimed. "I swear to god, you're not gonna land it."

"Hey, bitch, I've been working on my kickflip for ages, this time I'm sure I'll get it," Alex retorted, hopping on and gliding around to gather speed.

"Do you know how sure I am that you won't?" Karl crossed his arms sassily. "If you get it I will literally kiss Nick on the lips right now."

Nick placed an offended hand on his chest and Karl rolled his eyes at him.

"Now I really want to get it, get your chapstick ready," Alex said as he twisted his foot on the tail of his board, readying it.

With his tongue slightly out in concentration, it took a split second for Alex to pop his board off of the floor and knock it slightly so that it spun around. He landed it with a slight wobble and looked up at Karl smugly.

"So, looks like you need to get busy," he said, smirking with his hands on his hips. Karl and Nick just blushed and looked at each other as Karl scooted over him. He jumped off his board and popped it up into his hand.

"Karl..." Nick started, side-eyeing us quickly, before looking up at Karl from his seat on the floor as he, almost, sauntered over. "You sure?"

"Of course, I suggested it anyway," Karl smirked as he leaned down to cup Nick's cheek before kissing him slowly on the lips, taking the rest of us by complete surprise. "What an epic way to announce us."

Us?

"Yo, what the fuck?" Alex exclaimed with wide eyes. "I was kidding. Again," he said, glancing and me and George. "I guess I really am fifth-wheeling right now."

George leaned his head against my shoulder, setting his sketchbook aside. "Yeah, I guess so," he said nonchalantly.

"Wait did you know?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah, what do you expect? Karl and I have art too many times a week to not gossip about stuff," he shrugged.

"Yeah, Clay, do you really think this whole time I've been 'working on my composition'? Nah, that is still very much unfinished," Karl shook his head in disappointment at my lack of observational skills. It was true that I was incredibly bad at picking up on signs to be fair.

I chuckled in disbelief. "Please tell me you didn't exceed first base at school."

"The fuck is first base?" Alex laughed nervously, still sliding around the park on his board. "Can you translate?"