"wait- Y/N?!"
"The one and only"
• I don't own the sk8 characters I only own y/n or any oc I put in the story :)
• she / her pronouns
• CRINGEY AF READ AT UR OWN RISK AND IF YOU KNOW ME THEN YOU NOW DONT KNOW ME
• I'm begging you don't read this I...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
꧁ 6 ꧂
"You know real food had nutrients too."
⇩
"So I managed to meet snow this morning." Joe spoke up, wiping a dish dry and placing it on the wrack.
"Snow who?" Cherry questioned, looking up from his glass.
"That's what they're calling the rookie that used duct tape" Joe chuckled. "Guess it's because he's a snowboarder."
Cherry was silent for a short while, reviewing his thoughts. "I bet he's the reason Adam's making a comeback-"
They both turned their heads, hearing the door bell chime.
"Sup muthafukas" the h/c waltzed inside, stifling a yawn and hopping up onto a stool next to her uncle.
"Language"
"Give me a break."
Joe ignored their bickering. "Anyways, he's probably the only one who's sparked him some interest since last time." he sighed, placing an apple juice in front of the girl, then adding a straw. She always required a straw.
"All the more reason to challenge him" the pinkette seethed, looking up at his 'friend'.
"I will too" Joe announced.
"COPYCAT!"
"IM NOT COPYING!"
"THEN GET TO THE BACK OF THE LINE!"
"YOUR'E CUTE, BUT IM NOT BUDGING! YOU'LL HAVE TO FIGHT ME FOR MY SPOT!"
They smacked foreheads, eyes burning into one another in anger.
"I have no problem with that." he smirked in challenge.
SLUUUUUUUURP
The pair turned heads to face the girl, who had interrupted their argument and moment of angered silence. She blinked a few times, looking down at her empty cup before placing the glass onto the table.
"Can I get another apple juice?" She looked up at Joe.
The man sighed, pointing to the kitchen pantry in the back. The girl waddled to the door and ventured in to go find more juice.
The pair turned back to each other, resuming their short lived war.
"IVE GOT OUR CHALLENGE RIGHT HERE!" Cherry announced, holding out a calligraphy piece.
"HEY YOU CANT USE YOUR SIDE JOB, WHICH I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT, TO POSE A CHALLENGE!"
"The one accepting the challenge is the one that gets to choose its nature, that's how it works." Cherry crossed his arms.
