Living

Chapter 4: Skating Around Our Feelings

Les was sitting in the back seat of a sports car, laughing at Snipeshooter.

"I don't get how you could possibly think that", Books rolled his eyes. "Water is not wet!"

"It totally is!" Snipe turned to his older brother, tapping him on the shoulder. "Hey, you! Ain't water wet? Ain't it?"

"I got a name, asshole", Race focused on the road, hitting his brother on the head. "And water ain't wet."

"Thank you!" Books reached forward and high-fived the blonde. Race moved his hand back to the steering wheel, shaking his head.

"Betrayed", Snipe dramatizes, putting a hand in his heart, "by my own brother. Vengeance shall be mINE-"

"Shut up and get out of my car", Race opened the door, pushing his little brother out. He waited until all the boys got out of the car, checking the back seat for trash.

"Okay", Race rolled down the window, looking at Boots. "I'll be back before lunch with the guys. You's sure you don't want to go?"

"Yeah", Boots nodded, a small smile on his face. "I's probably just gonna go to the book store or something."

"Okay", Race smiled, patting Boots shoulder. "Listen, Snipe. Don't do anythin' stupid. The rest of you...have fun."

Race drove off, leaving the boys at the skatepark with their boards in their hands, and Snipeshooter with a shocked expression on his face.

"Wha- why'd he only warn me?!"

Boots, Les, and Books laughed, walking past the gate and into the park, smiling at the sound of wheels against a board.

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Davey was trying his hardest not to sweat. It wasn't exactly ideal to sweat right before you see people, especially two people you don't know that well.

He took a deep breath and straightened his sweater, nodding his head in the mirror. "You got this. Remember what mom told you. 'Do anything you can put your mind to.'"

Davey smiled at the words, shaking his head and walking out of the bathroom. He grabbed his beanie and backpack, nearing towards the door.

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Davey was currently sitting in his car in front of a coffee shop. The sign looked very old, but the neon lights still worked. It show cased the words 'Bright & Early', which confused Davey a bit.

"Then why do they open at 10?" Davey squints, shrugging his shoulders and getting out of the car. He entered the shop and looked around, smiling when he saw Mush waving his hand. He walked up to him and sat down at the booth.

"Good morning, Davey!" Mush smiled widely, sitting across from his new friend.

"It's twelve, Mush", Davey chuckled. "But good morning."

"Oh, hey!" Mush smiled even wider, glancing at the guy beside him. "Remember that friend I told you about? This is Specs."

"Hi", Specs says, putting his hand out. "I'm Specs. Mush has a tendency to make me sound greater than I actually am."

"I do not", Mush shoves Specs fondly, rolling his eyes. "So, what about you, Davey? I know you don't like chewy cookies, but that's all I really know."

"Wait", Specs interrupted, smiling. "You don't like chewy cookies either?"

"No way", Davey says, shaking his head and sticking his tongue out. "They're too breakable, and much harder to dip into milk."

"I like this guy already!" They all laughed, moving the conversation and hopping to different topics, and being the loudest trio in the coffee shop.