Scar // Mid90s fanfic

VI

Me, Ray, Fuckshit, Ruben and Fourthgrade were all in the shop a few days later.

"You think Sunburn's alright?" Ray said softly.

"I'm sure he's fine! Lil nigga can take on anything!" Fuckshit laughed from behind the counter.

As we were speaking about him he walked into the shop. He had a hat on to hide the scar he was definitely gonna be left with.

"Shit Sunburn!" I winced, sitting up on the counter beside Fuckshit but with my back to him.

"How ya feeling?" Ray went behind the counter.

"Alright!" Sunburn smiled.

I noticed his skateboard was completely fucked. The end was chipping and splintering, there's no way he'll be able to ride that properly.

"That's looking a lil fucked up!" Ray sighed, picking up the board.

"Yeah..." Sunburn laughed nervously.

"You might wanna take one of these!" The boy turned around and grabbed one of Motor's skateboards.

"I don't have any money" The kid said nervously.

"Nah kid. This is yours!" Rau insisted.

"No one will be missing it!" Fuckshit added, walking to stand beside the boy.

"Are you kidding me?!" He exclaimed excitedly, taking the board.

Seeing his face light up was one if the best things I've seen. It was ruined when Ruben muttered something and dipped.

"Come back with some skittles!" Ray called before he could close the door.

"I wanna say thank you but I don't want you thinking I'm gay..." Sunburn tilted his head to look at the designs.

"The fuck did you hear that?" I jumped down and joined Ray behind the till.

"Ok weirdo...saying thank you ain't gay! It's just common manners!" Ray shrugged.

"Oh...thank you so much!" His face was so sweet and wholesome.

"We'll help you set it up in a bit what d'ya say?" I tilted my head.

He nodded and the smile didn't leave his face. I've never seen a kid be so happy about a piece of wood, other than Fuckshit when he got a new board when we were thirteen.

-

Ray was sat on a stool with the plain board on his lap. Sunburn stood in front of him, watching us im awe as we worked together to build the board.

"How's your head?" I asked, cutting a piece of sandpaper off the roll from under the table with a pocket knife.

"Fine..." The kid nodded.

"You got a scar?" I smirked.

"Yeah but my hair covers it so it's all good..." He smiled.

"Ain't you lucky! I got mine because I fell off my board and split my lip! The eyebrow is a different story!" I laughed.

"And you still have the scar?!" He said in awe.

"Yeah!" I passed the paper to Ray.

"You still carry that knife around wit you?" Ray chuckled.

"Course I do! Surprised they gave it back to me when I got out that hospital..." I sighed, closing the knife and put it in my pocket.

"Hospital?" Sunburn said softly.

"Yeah...shit place you don't wanna go there! Fucking nurses kept jabbing me sedatives...apparently I was aggressive..." I shrugged without realising what I was saying and who it was to, he wouldn't say anything to anyone right?

The kid barely speaks to anyone but me or Ray. He's got some sort of special bond with us, he reminds me so much of me when I was younger and Ray is just good with younger kids.

"Fucking feds too...fat pricks should stay in their lane and deal with real problems. Not a mixed race kid trying to drive." I sighed, "White people are lucky!"

"I don't feel lucky..." He breathed.

"You are..." I nodded.

A copper was the reason my ma was dead. I'll never trust a white cop again because of that one.

I sat up on the counter facing Ray, he glanced up at me with a smile. He was scraping the paper to get the shape of the board.

"Can I borrow your knife?" He looked up at me.

"Yeah!" I took it out my pocket and passed it over to him.

"Have you guys ever dated?" Sunburn asked.

Me and Ray laughed, "No we've been close since we were little! Fuckshit too..." I answered.

"You two would be good together..." He commented.

"Yeah no" Ray shook his head.

"What's wrong with me Ray?" I said accusingly.

"Nigga what isn't wrong with you!" He joked, poking holes where the wheels go.

The bell on the door jingled so I looked over and saw Fuckshit come in. He looked sort of pissed off but at the same time that's his normal face.

"What's up Fuckshit?" I asked.

"Nothing" He said coldly, falling back onto the couch.

"You sure?" I went over to him and stood beside him.

He looked at me and stood up. His hand gripped my wrist and he started to pull me to the backroom, ignoring all my protests.

"Fuckshit what are you doing?!" I exclaimed, finally getting him to let go.

"Where were you the past year?" He said quickly.