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Cody pov;

My job can be so boring sometimes. I work part time at a skate park, which in hindsight seems pretty cool, right? Wrong. Most of the time when it's not busy I skate around on my own, but the rest of the time I'm watching little kids get slammed into the concrete floors and show offs who aren't actually all that good.

So most of the time I'm just sat at the front desk monitoring first aid and lending people gear. It's pretty boring considering summer break is almost over.

Enough dwelling on my job; right now the skatepark is only being used by about 4 people and 2 of them look like they can leave any moment. And I'm not in the skate zone right now so if I could just run over behind that brick pillar then I'd be fine.

Look to the left, look to the right. I'm acting like it's a road when nobody even comes on a Thursday, it's most busy on Friday and Saturday.

I quickly walked over to our beaten up vending machine. No but seriously what did the vending machine do to deserve this? It looks like it's been through a war. The clerk plasting on the front was cracked and the metal on the sides was severely dented. And some little rebels had drawn on it... something that id say is a bit weird.

I looked at my options, 1 original mtn dew left; don't mind if I dew. Get it? Dew because mtn dew... yeah I'll shut up now.

I pressed my digits and out popped my beautiful radioactive looking drink. I haven't drank all day and could really use the caffeine. I unscrewed the lid with a satisfying hiss and just as I was about to take a sip a board zipped beside me.

On instinct I stopped it with my foot and looked at the sender. A guy a few inches taller than me with a colourfull buzz cut. I don't know why he was staring daggers at me when he's the one who bottled it!

I kicked it back to him and watched him skate away. Okay, rude. Not even a thank you!

I took a sip and sighed, I live mtn dew. If they had mtn dew ice-cream I'd eat it all right about now. It's starting to get hot inside so I took my wind breaker off and slung it beside the machine.

I chose to peak past the old brick pillar, I saw the buzz cut guy doing some of the steepest ramps and I swear I saw him skate our wall, that isn't even a part of the park. He's definitely new here, I've never seen him around and our town is small.

I heard a footstep behind me and someone said into my ear, "never took you for the gay type?" I jumped back in shock, hitting my shoulder on the brick pillar.

Austin, my older brother. Our inside joke had always been to accuse eachother of homosexuality. I know it sounds weird but it's a long story...

He towers over me, he's about 6'2 and I'm only 5'8. His hair was around the same length as mine, the back reaches the bottom of his neck and his bangs were snipped to barely cover his eyebrows. In classic 90s fashion.

"I didn't mean to scare you, you were just in your own world." He smirked as he looked at the person I'd usually call a 'showoff' skate the wall again.

"Its not what you think," I explained. "I don't think he's a showoff, I think he's genuinely practicing for something. He's a good skater I don't know how I'm ever meant to compete with that!!" I must sound like a blabbermouth but Mr buzz over there is genuinely quite impressive.

I looked back at him and saw him pit something on his wheels and then gi for the wall again, his wheels left colourful streaks up the wall and you could see just how high up he got.

"Anywaysi should probably go, if your boss sees you talking to a guest you might get another strike." He said jokingly.

"Oh alright, I'll see you when I gey home then?" I asked, he was already walking away but I saw him nod. He  waved bye before stepping out of the door.

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