93 TIL' ✮✮ Mid90's Story

ii. Zoey!

THIRD PERSON POV

FUCKSHIT WAS JUST SITTING ON the couch in his living room until his little sister walked in. "Hey Olan"
"Hey Zo"

Zoey! Fuckshit's younger sister who has a lot of personality. And is definitely going to be the president one day. "What's wrong with you. Why you look so sad?" She says grabbing a water out of the fridge and leaning on the counter to listen to her older brother's sob story.

"It's these girls man"

"Wait.. is this about Andrea?" Zoey said about to burst out laughing.

"Yeah... every time I try to make a move, she just doesn't seem to get the hint"

"Well lucky for you, I have the answer to your little girl problems" Fuckshit looked at his sister with a raised eyebrow.

"Your just unattractive my friend"

Fuckshit sucked his teeth. "Little girl I don't know who the hell you talking to but I am NOT unattractive".

"Well don't you think that if you were 'attractive', she would've been all over you for years now. But she barely even says one word to you."

Fuckshit sighed. If you couldn't tell already, Zoey is way smarter than her brother and has accomplished way more than he'll ever accomplish in his life. So whatever problem he had, he would go to her with all his questions for him to answer. Well they're mostly girl questions and all his friends are boys so of course he has to go to his sister.

"Anyways, I'm gonna go hang out with my friends so I don't have to watch you mope around the house about a girl who obviously isn't into you and will never be. Or any girl really". And with that, Zoey left the house with her smartass comments.

AMY'S POV

I was on the phone with fourth grade all last night and we were meeting up at the park today to hang out. I was sitting on a park bench looking around to see if I see fourth grade anywhere. There was no sight of him.

"Hi" I looked over my shoulder and saw fourth grade standing over the bench. "Oh hey" I said with a smile. I moved over on the bench so he could sit down. He sat down and put his skateboard on the floor and had his camera in his lap.

"How long have you been skating?" There I go again with my millions of questions.

"Ever since I could walk.."

"Nice. So you must be a pro, right?"

"I wouldn't say a pro. Just a regular skateboarder who knows a few tricks"

"Do you think you can teach me...?"

"Uh yeah I guess. I'll try my best"

We got up from the bench and he helped me with holding my balance on the skateboard. "Alright, your gonna want to move your foot a little bit more up"

"Like this?"

"Yeah that's perfect. How does it feel?"

"Feels fine"

"Alright now your gonna wanna put your left foot on the ground and push the skateboard. And once the board starts moving. You put your foot in the same position and just let the board do all the work. (I don't really know how to skateboard or explain things but I'll try my best).

I followed fourth grade's instructions and I was now slowly riding on the skateboard. "Alright that's good, now you just wanna pick up the speed". I started going faster and I was getting the hang of it.

My heart was racing and I was scared that I was gonna fall but I was actually doing it. "Oh my god. I'm doing it!" I said slightly laughing. I picked up the pace and started riding around in the park. I then got off the board and ran back to fourth grade. "Amy that was great!"

I jumped into his arms and gave him a hug. I felt really calm and protected in his arms. Something that I've never really felt before.