Expectations (boyxboy)

Tricks

Isaac-

    I made my way down the bumpy gravel, making my feet feel the rumble underneath the board. Ugh I hate streets like this.

    I slid to a stop using one foot as a break and kicked my board into the air catching it. I love skateboarding more than anything. As I walked up the driveway to my supposed new house I felt eyes on me. I looked to my left to see the boy from earlier. The boy who not only ruined my shirt, but almost got food splattered on my favorite board. I gave him a glare that he probably didn't even notice.

   Just as I was about to walk in the door I saw him start to walk up to the house next to mine. Aw fuck. You're telling me this kid is my new neighbor??

    Yippie.

    Once I was inside I walked past the empty walls and thousands of moving boxes to the room upstairs mentally labeled "mine". I looked at my mattress lying on the floor in the corner of the room by the window. I sighed as I walked over, dumping my school bag on the floor, carefully placing my skateboard against the wall beside my bed. I glanced out the window to see a room across mine, from where I was standing you could only see the room at an angle. Especially since there was a tree blocking 1/3rds of it. I saw some posters, drawings, and a few vinyls on the wall, adjacent to it a door with another poster laced on it. I moved to see the room a little more. A bed was lined against the wall right beside the window, like mine but higher because this one actually had a frame built.

    I looked back at mine realizing the effort I'd have to put in to have an actual bed. The reality of the move is only now hitting me. Man I dont want to be thinking about this.

    I grabbed my skateboard and decided to go to the park my mom told me was in the neighborhood.

She hadn't told me where, just that there was one. So I began to ride down the street, going down every way making my route back home a mental note. Eventually I found the park, it wasn't that far from my house either, like maybe a 3 minute skateboard ride? I took my wired headphones out of my pocket and plugged them into my phone. Scrolling through my playlists I clicked my angry one. That might sound cringy, but I have a playlist for every emotion, its my therapy what can I say? Anyways, right now I wasn't that angry, but I was stressed, which always made me upset.

    Suicideboys started to play. Shoving my phone into my pocket I walked to the cemented area in the park with metal picnic tables on them. Finally, a nice area to skate.

I cruised in circles around the large area practicing some tricks in the process. Succeeding at some, failing at most of them. Each fall creating a new bruise or scrape to add to the collection. Even though I didn't know many tricks and were bad at most, skating was the best thing ever to me. Nothing compares to that feeling of working so hard for so long trying to do something, and then finally acomplishing it. It also helps that its fun and get me girls.

    After I felt good enough to take a break from skating, I walked over to the swingset that was placed next to other parts of the playground. Laying my board down in the grass I switched my playlist to my more chill (slightly sad) playlist. I sat on the seat motioning my legs to make me swing at a slow pace.

    "What are you listening to?" A voice from behind me said, almost making me jump. When did someone else get here? It was only a little after six, but it was already starting to get dark.

    I turned my head to see a sly smile from the one and only kid who could earn a trophy for pissing me off.

    "Well? Can you hear? Or are you as deaf as you are blind." His comment was definitely aimed at me and my skateboarding incident earlier. I mean yeah it was kind of my fault, but he's not entirely blameless. Any smart person would move out of the way. And he didn't have to be such a dick about it. I turned back around continuing to swing slowly. I heard his footsteps grow closer, he took a seat in the swing that was one away from me. Leaving an empty swing between us. What should I say? I can't exactly tell him he caught me listening to Lana Del Rey in a time of need. 'Paris, Texas' by her no less. He'd think i'm some fag or something.

    "Do you get paid for being a grade A asshole, or do you just enjoy being abelist?" I said back in a harsh tone. I kinda ate that not gonna lie, I thought to myself.  "Im guessing the my little pony theme song." He said starting to swing at the same pace as me. "What are you even doing here?" I snapped a little more than expected.  He didn't say anything at first.

    "I could say the same thing to you." He replied. His tone sounded like pure hatred, with a tint of sarcasm. And with that he got up and left. Why'd he sound so annoyed? I was the one who was constantly getting annoyed with his presence. Fine. If he was going to be like that, two can play that game. I'll hate him twice as much.

    I skated home a little bit after that. Home. A house thats for damn sure, but not my home. My home was back in Chicago. Not here in some small town with nothing to do except get annoyed by dumb pests.

    Hm..Theres an idea.

    That kid got under my skin so easily, it just makes me want to get under his. I began to grow more and more curious of this boy. What the hell was his name anyway? And what made him mad? More so- how could I make him mad? And how happy will I be after messing with him? Very.

    When I got back to the house my mom had dinner on the new kitchen table. I figured my dad wouldn't be here until late. Seeing as his new job was the whole reason for the movie in the first place, of course he'd be stuck there all the time.

    I sat down at the table with my mom only to look down and see spaghetti.

    Great. I can't even get this kid out of my head during dinner. My mom notices my displeased face and says "Something the matter? I thought spaghetti was alright with you?" "No it's s good mom, just had something else on my mind." I replied taking a bite of my food. "So how was your first day at the new school?" She asks. "Honestly..It was good." Lying, I swallowed my food. My mom needed this move to be good. So it shall be. I let myself smile slightly, thinking of ways to annoy the dumbass next door.

    After eating I went to my new room and plopped myself on the bed. I got up and started to change into my pajamas. Which consisted of my boxers and my boxers only.

Xavier-

I was chewed out by my mom when I got home from school. She gave me an entire lecture in spanish basically saying to not talk back to adults and give them respect and blah blah blah. I didn't argue because yes she was right, but she just didn't understand it fully. Then my dad walked in slamming the door behind him, cutting her off mid lecture. Complaining about whatever has him upset now. Then him and my mom began arguing with each other over small petty things. It annoyed me so much when this happened. Especially on my dads part. Why couldn't he just ever be in a good mood. Why'd he always have to start a fight? Getting tired of their bickering I told my mom I was going to the park with some friends to hangout. In truth I just wanted to get away from my dad, he honestly scares me. Even just being in the same room as him puts me at unease.

I had a delightful conversation with the new kid when I got there. Having him ask why I was there kind of struck a nerve. Why did he think it was his business? What the hell was he doing here?? Why'd he have to move here in the first place.

When I got home I showered and then went to my room and laid on my bed scrolling through my phone for a while. Getting bored, I decided to watch something. Getting up to find my remote, I saw movement in the corner of my eye. Looking out my window there he was. I was about to roll my eyes in annoyance when I saw him beginning to take off his shirt. It was then that I realized that he had nice muscles..and bruises on the side of his abdomen..I wonder what that was from? Was he being abused or some shit?

I felt my stomach tighten as he started taking off his pants. I felt sick..but it wasn't entirely bad.

I got up from my bed and went to my bathroom. What the fuck- I knew part of me felt sick because I felt like a pervert watching him undress, but the other part of me felt sick because..I liked seeing him unclothed.

I liked looking at his skin, the lamp in his room shining light on all the right places. I closed my eyes leaning against my bathroom door. I pictured him undressing once more. Even his bruises made him look hotter. Wait. Okay no what the fuck. This kid. A complete douche. A GUY to say no less. Why was I thinking about him in that way? I splashed water on my face and looked at myself in the mirror.

What the hell is wrong with you.