Close Associates

Chapter 3

"Bye guys!" I call to my family and I head out the front door with my skateboard. Tonight's the night. I'm headed to the football game to meet Dylan, where our first official date will be. Not that I'm excited or anything.

As I walk down the driveway, I stop and look at my outfit. I'm wearing my lucky leather jacket, my 5 Seconds of Summer shirt, black jeans, and my converse. Good enough, I guess.

Thoughts are running through my head as I get closer to the football field. What if he doesn't show up? What if I look stupid? What if I actually like him?

My thoughts are interrupted by panting nearby. I look over and see a boy in a red flannel shirt, sonic shirt, black skinny jeans and black high tops. as he turns his head, I can finally see who it is. None other than Dylan trying to skateboard up a hill. I watch as every time he is almost at the top, he falls back down. Apparently he's very determined, because he seems to refuse to just pick up his board and walk.

I place down my skateboard and try to ignore him. That is until he came crashing down the hill right into me.

"DYLAN!!" I scream.

"Oh hi lexie." He says. "Didn't see you there." I scoff at him.

"Clearly," I mutter. He doesn't seem to notice and continues to talk. Idiot

"Since we're here, do you want to walk to the game together?" He asks me.

"Are you sure you don't want to continue skating up and down this hill?" I say sarcastically.

"If I can continue falling into beautiful girls then I wouldn't mind," Dylan says. Wow, that was smooth.

"Well I'll be off then," I say. "Have fun with your romantic conquests". I say. I start to walk away then I get an idea.

"Ow!!" I yell as I take a step, fake limping. "Great!" I say. " your' falling into people on the road' technique got me a sprained ankle!" Dylan looks kinda sad before his face lights up.

"I know what!" He says. Here get on!" Dylan gestures to his skateboard. What have I got to loose....other than my dignity, I think. I limp over to his board and sit down on it with my own board on my lap.

"Wait?" I ask. "How do you expect me to skateboard?"

"You don't have to." He says. What the hell is he talking about? I think. Just when I'm about to ask, Dylan puts his hands on my back and starts pushing me up he hill on the skateboard.

"I could get used to this," I say.

"I'll inform your servants", Dylan says sarcastically.

It seems strange how strong Dylan has gotten over the past year. I mean, before he could barely do a push up, and now he's pushing me up a hill he could barely ride over.

About 5 minutes later, we were at the game and Dylan was sweating like he had just finished a marathon. Not that I would know, the only marathons I do are netflix marathons.

I hop off the board and walk up to the front gate.

"Wha-? But I though you hurt your leg?" Dylan says awestruck.

"You rammed into me, the least you could do was push me here."

"Ugh I hate you," Dylan says shaking his head.

"I looooove you!" I say jumping on top of his back. He picks up both of our boards and his them in the ditch so we don't have to carry them around.

We walk up to the front gate and Dylan turns right.

"What are you doing?" I ask. " you pay over there," I point towards the front gate.

"or over here," He says. " pay attention lexie."