Summary:
Sapnap gets a skateboard
Notes:
I don't really like this one much.
This is another request by KotoHere.
Remember this story is also available on ao3, so if it's easier to read on there, just search up "dreamnap oneshots'' and you'll find it :)
TWs: a lil bit of blood
Sapnap's uncle gifted him a skateboard. Unfortunately, the uncle hadn't realized that skateboards had become so obsolete, some little children didn't even know they existed.
Despite this, Sapnap was still very excited to use it. He'd learned the basics of skateboarding when he was younger, and he tried it out on the street one time and realized he could still somewhat ride.
So of course, when Dream and George said they were going to hang out at a playground, specifically the one right next to the city skatepark, Sapnap packed a bag full of skating gear, including shin pads and a helmet.
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"What's that?" George asked a couple hours later. The sun hung lazily in the sky, they'd been at the park for a couple hours, Sapnap clutching the bag and following the two men wherever they went. George had finally thought to ask now.
"Oh-" Sapnap replied, "This is a skateboard."
He unzipped the bag, grinning as he pulled out all of his equipment, and finally the board itself.
"Sick." Dream said, reaching out and spinning a wheel.
George eyed it suspiciously.
"You're going to ride that?" He questioned. He scrunched his nose, obviously comparing Sapnap to a professional skater. He just couldn't see it.
"Yeah, I was hoping I could try it over there," he pointed to the skatepark that connected to the playground. "I wanted you guys to maybe come with me...?"
George looked over, seeming like he'd just noticed the skatepark there.
"I'm not going anywhere near there." The British man said simply as he watched a skateboarder whiz inches away from a bystander's head. "I'm not in the dying mood today."
"C'mon it'll be fun."
"No. We should go to the new café that opened up instead, doesn't that sound fun?"
Dream and Sapnap both cocked their eyebrows at that one, not seeing the fun in it at all.
George frowned. "Alright, fine. I'll go by myself, you guys have fun."
"Wait—George." Sapnap didn't know why his friend didn't want to watch him skateboard. "Are you sure? Look-" he held up the skateboard for his friend to see, "It's even got a flame pattern!"
"So does my arm."
"What."
George pulled up a sleeve of his shirt, revealing a huge scar. It looked like a flame, but it was obviously not decorative.
"I tried skateboarding once. My cousin pushed me down a steep hill and I tripped. My arm got stuck between the board and the pavement, and it was insanely mangled."
"George—" The youngest said.
"Sapnap," he interrupted. "I don't care what you do, if you skateboard, sing karaoke in a bar while you're drunk, or become a professional competitive eater. I do not care. I do care about your well being though, and the last thing I want to watch is you getting hurt like I did." He sighed, taking a step away from both of them. "Have fun skateboarding, don't count me in."
