Rob's POV
It's been two fucking great months since Jazz has been at the factory. She's all good now, and is still skating. She's actually a really good skater, you know when she watches were she's going. "Hey, Jazz. Whatcha got there?" I asked. She flipped the letter over in her hands a couple times. "Nothing." she said with a really big smile then skipped, yeah skipped, to Chanel's office. Just then Big Cat walked up to me. "Hey man. Have you seen Jezebel's board?" he asked me. I shook my head. He then held up the board in his hands. It was a one-of-a-kind board. "Woah, dude, this is killer! Who made it?" "Are you ready for this? Jezebel." my jaw dropped as I studied the board even more. "From scratch! She's even selling them online on her site. I also heard she's looking for an office." "Dude, we NEED to hook her up here!" "I think we have one more free one open." "dope!" we bro hugged then I decided it was skate time.
Jazz's POV:
On my way to the factory, I picked up my mail. "Chanel, Chanel, Chanel, Junk, junk, junk. DC!!!" I grabbed the letter and hugged it to my chest. The moment I recovered from my injuries, I tried out for DC's skate team. I did my best tricks and landed all of them. I did my crazy hard tricks and landed all of them. I have no clue why they wouldn't pick me. I saw the other people and all they did were small tricks that Rob and I could do in our sleep. I grabbed my favorite board and rode off to the factory with my letter in my hand. I sauntered through the halls with a pep in my step. "Hey, Jazz. Whatcha got there?" rob asked as I walked by. I flipped my letter over and over in my hands, thinking about weather or not I should tell him. Nah, he'll find out soon if he doesn't already. I flashed him a hug grin and told him nothing the skipped to Chanel's office. As I skipped I let my mind think about what being on DC's skate team will be like. I'll be able to talk with my heroes, scratch that, I'll be able to skate with my heroes! I'll be able to get my board selling business up. I can spend even more time with Rob. That last part made me smile even more. I guess you could say I have a small crush on Rob, okay, a big crush. But not like Big Black big, more like Big Cat big. Just the thought of seeing Rob outside of the factory and doing something that we both live for, made me supper happy. I sat on Chanel's desk, trying my hardest not to bother her, and opened my letter.
Rob's POV
I grabbed a board and was about to set off when I saw Jazz walk outside. I followed her and stayed just inside stalker distance. She had tears pouring out of her eyes and she through down her favorite board. Just when I thought she was going to ride off, she snapped her board in half. "Jazz! You okay, girl?" I called out as I ran up to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. She pulled out of my hold and looked at the ground. "Hey, you'll feel better once you skate it out." I told her. She looked up at me like someone had just kicked her puppy. "I'm done with skating. I'm taking the money I made from me selling custom boards to get and apartment back home. I just wasted 10 years of my life doing something I suck at." she said then ran off. I slumped back inside and asked Chanel if she knew anything. "She came in here with a letter and was all pumped up. She said that all of her work was finally gonna pay off. When she read it she just broke down, threw the letter in the trash, then ran out with her board. Did she really say she was going to leave?" I nodded then headed to the trash and hunted for the letter.
"Dear Jezebel,
We thought your skating was okay and very interesting for a girl. But we regret to inform you that you can not me signed to or be on the DC skate team. To be brutally honest, this is not a sport for such pretty girls, like yourself. Stick to make-up and leave skating for the men.
Sincerely,
DC"
Oh, those jerks are so going to get it. "Chanel? Can you please talk to Jazz and see if she can stay for a few more days?" she nodded the started to call up Jazz. I walked to Big Black's office and showed him the letter. "Those sexist punks! How can they do that to Jazz?!" he yelled and got up from his chair. You know Big Black is mad when he shoots up from is bear chair. We headed for my car and soon we were headed for the DC headquarters. "So dude, what's it like with you and Jazz?" Big Black asked randomly. I looked at him weird. "Whatcha talking about, bro? We're friends." "Ah man! I thought all that time we shared a house we said we could tell each other everything." "We can! I am. Bro if there was something going on between us, you would be the first I tell." "So your saying, there is nothing going on? And you want everything to stay the same?" "Well, I didn't say that, man. Of course I want there to be more." "There's that softy dude. Now tell Uncle Big all about it." "Can we talk about Jezebel a little later, Big." I asked. Big looked at me weird. "Why the look?" "Well, you just called her by her name? That ain't yo thing man. You're more of nickname guy." "Well I'm really worked up right now so." "Okay man. Let's just get ready to yell at those DC executives." Big said then popped his knuckles. As we drove only two things where buzzing in my head, is Jazz okay and where is she.
