Touch Me Like You Do //Bandom One Shots

Demiboy Blues

Frank grabbed his skateboard and headed to the park. He knew Brendon, Pete, and the rest of the guys always hung out there after school. He use to watch their little group from afar, laughing and having fun, dreaming that one day he could be 'one of the boys'.

He didn't see why they wouldn't let him. I mean just because he didn't have a dick didn't mean he acted different than any other boy. He just needed to man up and get out there, show them he could hang with them. He was just as good as they were, if not better.

So today he decided to grab his board and join them.

He closed the front door and locked it, slid the key into his pocket, and put in his headphones. He threw the board down with a clack of the wheels and jumped on, pushing off in the direction of the skate park.

Frank loved the sound the board made gliding over the concrete. The steady thump thump and whir of the wheels was his symphony. He lived for the sound of his board and the open urban playground that was his town. It was times like these Frank felt he could fly, that he was invincible and nothing could hold him back from shooting for the stars.

Soon the skate park came into view and sure enough, the little gang of boys was there as foreseen. Frank popped up the end of his board, catching it placing it under one arm as he approached. He walked through the metal gate of the fence that surrounded it and headed in their direction.

"Hey Bren! Hey guys! What's up?"

Brendon didn't answer but everyone just stopped talking and turned to look at Frank from where he stood in front of them.

"Hey Frank," Tyler answered after a while.

"Yeah um...Well I was wondering if I could skate with you guys. I'm pretty good so you don't have to worry about me. I just thought it would be fun you know if we could like all hang out and stuff. Maybe get some pizza later?"

Brendon pressed his lips together in contemplation, frustration evident in his features, and started at him.

After a while he finally spoke, "Could you give us a minute?"

"Sure," Frank shrugged and stepped back a bit, as the group of guys circled up.

Brendon, Pete, and Josh spoke animatedly, hissing whispers and moving their hands as they argued back and forth. The rest of the group seemed to just stand there, undecided on the issue. Frank toed at the ground with one beat up converse as he waited for the verdict. Finally the little group split apart, having come to an agreement of some kind. Tyler and Gabe didn't seem too happy though.

Brendon walked up and put on a fake smile but his eyes held a wicked threat. "Sure kid, but you better keep up. We're not gonna hold your hand or wait for you."

Frank figured it was gonna be like this, that he would have to prove himself to them, but he was ready for it. He nodded and they threw their boards down on the edge of the bowl, skating down with Brendon leading. Frank jumped on his board and followed after them.

Brendon seemed to be testing him, starting out simple and making each challenge harder. First they started with a decent gap jump ollie, which Frank kicked his board up and over the gap with ease. Then he stepped it up, going up a bank and rocking at the edge and doing a fakie, skating back down in the opposite direction.

They continued like this through jumps and rail grinds and half pipes, till everyone was breathing heavy and ready for a brake. Frank was extremely proud of himself. He had kept up the whole time, even showing off a bit. He was sure that he had more than proved himself to Brendon and the gang.