Bombshell Americano: Sk8 The Infinity

Chapter 10: Freshly Friends

I texted my brother that I delivered the board, before he sent me another address and a name. 'Dope Sketch?' I questioned, before guessing it was the skate shop my brother was talking about the night before. I walked back home before getting Bombshell's broken board. Before I left the house with money and Bombshell's board, my eyes trailed over to my brother's. Placing down my backpack, I grabbed another skateboard holster, before taking my brother's skateboard with me.

I used my brother's board to get around, as I looked at the sticky note in my hand. Coming across the store, I suddenly grew nervous, and I had no clue as to why. Opening the door, I was met with lots of color. The interior had several shelves filled with colorful shirts, skateboards, bags, shoes, and other various products. In the middle of the shop was a table displaying folded shirts. A few chairs were near the desk in the corner of the shop. There were also several large stickers on the concrete floor. I gazed around in wonder, as an older guy appeared from the storage room. "Welcome to Dope Sketch. How can we help you today?"

"Um... I need a new skateboard, and I need a couple of them fixed." I stated, as the guy smirked. "Sure, just go through that door. The kid in there will help." The male said, before restocking some shelves. The door I was meant to go through stated that it was a workshop. Opening said door, my eyes landed on a familiar head of red hair. I froze in my spot, before the boy turned around to look at me.

"Hey, (Y/N). What are you doing here?" He asked, as I stood there frozen. I didn't know why it surprised me so much to see him there. After all, I never heard him mention his job, however, I did not find it impossible. "Hello? Earth to the American!" Reki teased, waving his hand in front of my face to get my attention.

"Sorry Reki. I was spacing out." I apologized, as he shook his head. Looking over his shoulder, I saw a brand new board in the works. It was only a slab of wood. A slab of wood with so much hidden potential. "What are you working on?"

"Oh? This?" He asked bashfully, as I gave a calm looking smile, "I was just working on it... as I waited for Langa to come back. I just got done sanding it." I nodded simply, running my fingers over the sanded wood. The board was kind of an irregular shape. Strangely enough, it was shaped like a bombshell with a large head, and a thinned out tail. "So... what are you doing at Dope Sketch, (Y/N)?"

"Oh! That's right!!" I exasperated, before pulling off my filled holster. I spilled the contents of my broken board in an empty spot before he walked over to look over my shoulder. "My board broke last night... And something is telling me that my board isn't going to kick asphalt anymore. I was hoping I could get a new one." Reki inspected the board thoroughly, picking up the two ends and placing them together as if they were two puzzle pieces.

"Yup, that's a dead board alright." He concluded, before giving me his signature smile and a thumbs up, "Don't worry, I'll make you a new board!" His exasperated nature calmed me greatly, as I returned his smile with my own. "... Though I can't help but ask how your board broke so badly. I mean... look at this." Reminiscing about my victory the night before, I shook my head of my thoughts, trying to think of something that wouldn't get my cover blown.

"Um... I was doing some Disasters last night, and I accidently did one too hard." I coughed, giving him an embarrassed and warry smile.

"Yup, a Disaster will do that to you."

"Is there a way... you can fix Bomb- my old board. I want to keep it as a memento, you know?" Reki thought about it for a moment, still looking at the two pieces. It was a clean break at the very least.

"I get it." He understood, "Though, this is kind of a stretch, even for myself. I guess I'll see what I can do." Giving him a quick, awkward side hug as a thank you, Reki just stood there embarrassed. He didn't know how to react, so he froze up. He eventually snapped out of it, before smiling in my direction. He sat at a bar stool, before taking out a notebook and a pencil, "Now! For the interview process!! Sit down!!" I did as obliged, before he continued, "Now, are you wanting to keep your long board, or do you want to switch to a standard street board?"