bipolar baby/mid90s

~5-O! 5-O!~

We were all in the car crammed together. Well, I wasn't. I was in the front with Fuckshit and Ray. Ray sat in between us and my legs were on top of his. I started to think. How did Stevie get the money for Ruben's skateboard? I mean, Ruben told me he was going to sell it for $40. "Hey, little man?" I ask. "Yeah?" "How'd you get the money for the skateboard?" I looked at him. He looks down ashamed and looks back at me. I could tell by his eyes.

He took Mom's money.

"Shit Stevie..." I groaned and leaned my head back on the window since I was sitting horizontally with my back to the door.

"I'm sorry."

"Did he steal your money or something?" Fourth grade asks. "No..." "What'd he steal it from?" Fuckshit asks. "I'm not gonna say anything." "Why not?" "It isn't your business. Stevie, I'm gonna help you deal with this at home alright?" "Ummm, what does that mean?" Stevie asks nervously. "I'm just going to help you replace it. Just don't do it again, okay?" He nods.

Fuck. I can't believe he stole from mom.

What was he thinking?

Then I realized once more that Ian probably talked him into it. Stevie would've never done it.

I overheard my little brother and Ruben talking. Sometimes I kinda wish he didn't talk to Ruben as often as he does. He's not the best influence for Stevie. I can already tell. He acts differently than usual. And I saw him smoking with Ruben the other day.

"Dude, I've never been in the car without someone's parents before. This is cool." Stevie says to Ruben. I smile and then it fades quickly when Ruben spoke. "Just keep that shit to yourself man, fuck." I roll my eyes.

I hate that Ruben engraved in Stevie's head that he needed to change for this group. He doesn't. That's the thing. You can be whoever you are and be yourself. You don't need to be cool or anything.

Ray was rubbing my leg and Fuckshit seemed to notice. He rolled his eyes. "What's up with you Fuckshit?" Ray asks. "Nothing."

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We get to the courthouse and see everyone from town skating, smoking, drinking, and just having a good time. I skate off to the pros with Ray and we hang out with them and talk to them about opportunities.  

Ray and I do a few tricks like the Hardflip, Backside tail slide, Tre flip, laser flip, etc. The pros sat there watching and observing us. I was a little nervous because I try to impress them without seeming to be a try-hard. I really hope it's working. I want to be successful.

When the pros finished talking to us we shook hands and they left. I decide to go skate on the ledge and try to do the Sugar cane grind. The sugar cane grind is where you do an ally-oop 180 into a fakie smith grind, and a 180 back out landing into your original stance.

When I tried that I fell and landed on my side. "Fuck!" I hissed. I sat up and grabbed my arm. It wasn't broken but it hurt like a mother fucker.

I had landed on the large bruise that Ian had made on my arm and scraped it. I rested my forehead on my knee and squinted my eyes shut. Fuck that really hurt. Ray ran over to me. "Hey, Flame? You okay?" Ray asked me as he crouched down. I nodded. "Mhm." I exhaled shakily and got up letting my arm go. The warm wind whipped at the injury making it sting. I put my hand back on my arm realizing that it was bleeding. "Shit, your bleeding. Are you okay?" "I'm alright. It just really fucking hurt." I let go of it and ignore the pain. The bleeding had stopped and it wasn't much because it hadn't cut too deep. I popped up my skateboard and grabbed it. "Come on, let's find the bathroom so we can clean that shit up." He says and puts his arm around my shoulders making sure to avoid touching the bruise.

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Once we found the bathroom I leaned up against the wall as he grabbed a paper towel and put water on it. He walked over to me and put the cold paper towel on the injury, it felt amazing because of how cold it was. I sighed in relief. "Thank you." "No problem." 

I just now saw how close to me he was. He looked me straight in the eyes and we stared for a while. Now I know why I like him so much. He helps me, he's patient with me, and he looks at my eyes, not just my body. 

"What?" I ask. He starts leaning in and we're about to kiss until Stevie walks in and we separate. "Oh-oh, I'm sorry sis. I'll wait outside." He then leaves and I look at Ray. He's still in front of me cleaning my wound, still looking at me. Not like Fuckshit, if it was Fuckshit then he would've backed away from me like he was nervous with me, or ashamed. Not Ray.

I smiled softly and he does it back. He leans in again and kisses me. For real this time. I loved how he was so gentle with me, it wasn't rough, or dominant, it was just sweet. Ray's lips were soft as they smiled into the kiss. We separated once more and he leaned his head against mine. "We should do that more often," I say and we laugh. "Yeah, we should."

STEVIES P.O.V~~~~

I sat outside wondering what they were doing. They were about to kiss, I know that, but are they right now? I don't want to think about it, yuck. Fuckshit walks up and I look up at him. He was about to go in. "Wait, don't go in there," I say. He looks down at me. "Why?" "Ummm...just don't. Trust me. There are people having sex in there. It's nasty." He shrugs and invites me to go skate with him and grab a smoke and I said okay. I knew that Y/n had feelings for Fuckshit and Ray. Probably Ray more than but I didn't want Fuckshit to get mad at her. I had to protect her as she protects me.

Y/N'S P.O.V~~~~

After Ray and I talked a bit in the bathroom and I smoked, I ripped off a piece of my flannel that was on my waist and tied it around my arm as a solution like a bandaid. We walked out of the bathroom and I was blushing and smiling like a little schoolgirl.

I have never been so happy until this moment.

(PART TWO OF THIS WILL COME OUT SOON I FORGOT TO DO THE 5-O!  PART. MY BAD)