One In A Million

xvii

After eating breakfast, I had to go dig my PacMan skateboard out of the garage. Which was successful, I also found my three other boards as well. The boys had left for an interview so, once again, I had the house to myself . . . For the half hour until I left as well.

Missy texted me saying she would be late and not to rush, but I did anyway.

I shimmied into old skinny jeans, yanked on a Nike tank top, flat ironed my hair and set it in a low, side ponytail then slid a beanie over top.

My feet went into, of course, the worlds best skate shoes: Vans, and I grabbed my board.

As I walked the awakening streets, I pulled my phone out and rang for Simon.

I loved how he always answered personally, only for me.

"Hello?"

I waved to a driver as he let me pass, "Sup? Liam said you called."

"Oh, yes. First of all, you have body guard employment today, then the movie premier tomorrow." he replied, I heard the scattering of papers in the background.

I nodded, "I wish I had someone like you to guide me around all day," I sighed, "Then I would never be late."

He chuckled, "Well, for now you have me. That's it. Have a nice day, Lillian."

"You too, Si. Bye." I hung up as I entered the skate park.

Missy waved and ran over, dropping her board with a thud.

"Okay," she framed the half-pipe with her fingers, "I'm going to try to catch some air."

I chuckled, "I've only done that a lot, Missy."

"I'm actualy a goofy-foot, somehow I find it harder." she shrugged.

"Nah, my friend is a goofy-foot as well. Leading with your right foot isn't weird."

We rode normally for about an hour before hitting the half-pipe.

"I should try," I stood on the top as she continued, "To switch stance."

She met me at the top and gave  me a weird look, "Why?"

I shrugged, "I've never lead with my right foot."

"Give it a shot!"

I managed to do a few things switch-stance, but not much. Which made Missy laugh.

We took a break as the sun rose, chugging water and fixing loose wheels.

"I can do: The Varial kick, Varial heel, 360, Laser, Hard and Inward Heel flip." I counted on my fingers.

She shook her head, "And I can do half of that with a grace of a lame man."

I laughed and demonstrated them with barely any grace, either.

As people filed in, we left the park after skating for five hours.

"So," I wiped the sweat from my forehead, "Wanna get coffee?"

She giggled breathlessly, "You're speaking my language!"

I laughed, "Speaking of which, or, not. Where're ya from?"

"Here, I'm from Liverpool, like you. But I'm orginialy from Chicago, Illinois." she replied.

I gasped and did an excited dance, "Man! Hook me up! I'm going for my birthday and you are so coming!"

She smiled, "Yay!"

We talked about our plans and clothing and how awesome an out of Continent birthday would be.

"You know," I cleared my throat, "It's also my other friends birthday."

She chuckled, "How many friends do you have?"

"Three, including you." I narrowed my brow, "That's it."

She gave me a playful shove, "Go on!"

"No," I laughed, "Really. Just three!"

She gasped, "No way!"

I nodded, "I guess I never cared enough to completely morph my entire being in order to get some idiot to pretend to like me!"

"What an insightful look on friendship, Lily." she tisked.

"Ah, come on!" I yelled, "You know I'm right!"

She nodded, "Well yeah! But you don't have to say it out loud!"

I laughed, "I'm always right!"

"I thought you were left handed . . . " she smirked.

I sighed, "Whatever."

We got into the shop and ordered our drinks before sitting down quietly.

I yawned, "Talk."

"About?"

"Stuff."

"Why?"

"Because."

"No."

I'm pretty sure our single word conversation went on for about a half hour:

"Yes."

"Si."

"Sure."

"Oui."

By this time, we just said single words, not even sure it was a conversation at all.

"Done."

"Same."

Burp.

"Yuck."

"Whatever," I sighed, "I have to go! Bye!"

We hugged each other before we parted ways.