The Other Team

ollies

I decide to maybe walk around Hawkins, or I can... I stop walking to think. Skateboard! I could use my old skateboard, granted I haven't used it for like 3 years. What's the difference though!

I get to my house abandoned and smelling horrible. Walk into my room, to my closet and dig out my old skateboard. The trucks are kinds hanging on by thread but that doesn't matter.

I walk to the street put the board down and step on. Good I don't immediately fall. I push with my left foot, first slow then I Gian my confidence on the board again and I'm flying down a hill. I pop up the nose and land that, which gives the confidence to try an ollie. I jump and pop the board and I fly off

."shit!" The speed wobbles weren't helping either. I sit up on the pavement. "Damn, did I hit my head, feels like I got used as a battering" I rub my head. I several injuries some old from the fight and some new. Conveniently I rode right into janes fancy neighborhood.

I managed to limp to Jane's house. I knock on the door. "Max? Oh my god what happened to you!" Jane looked very surprised . Granted It was like 7pm. She looked up and down at me to examine all my scrapes. She was making me blush but she didn't notice. "Here come in, come in" she gestures me inside and grabs my hand to not let me fall. Jane guides me to her bedroom and sets me on her bed. "Okay first what happened" Jane ordered. "You know how I used to skateboard" she nods "I tried to do an ollie while bombing a hill and the trucks gave out" I trail off Jane looks mad. "Max! You know dangerous that is? You could've gotten a concussion or worse!" She lectured. She was grabbing my shoulders. But her face was close to mine. I watched her mouth move, it was like hypnotizing how smoothly she talked. I focus back in on her whole face because she was shaking my shoulders. "What?" I ask her. Jane scoffs. "Max, I'm going to go get a washcloth I'll be right back. She doors shut behind her. "Stay right there!" Jane points to the bed and closes the door again.

It's been so long since I've been in janes room it looks so different. Her football jersey and helmet is on a bookshelf in the corner of her room. Her comforter is nice and soft. She even has vinyls. Various artists but I see a Taylor swift vinyl and note to make fun of her for it later.

The door opens I expect to see Jane walk in with the washcloth but it was will.

"Jane, which color do you think is better. Denim or pruss-" he stops when he notices me. He opens his mouth to ask me a question. But Jane interrupts him. Jane looks between us both knowing she's gonna have to give will and explanation. "Jane, what did you do?" He asks Jane confused. She looks at me again. I don't know what to say to him either.

"Just let me explain in the hall okay?" Jane asks him. She doesn't really give will a chance to interject, and pulls him by the arm the hallway.

The walls weren't very thick so I could hear them.