Sk8er Boi

Learning To Be A Sk8er Gurl

"This is too hard!" I complain to Ryan as he's trying to keep himself from laughing. "It's not funny!" I narrow my eyes at him. He goes back to a simple smirk.

"It's not for everyone, ballerina." he says and I sigh.

"I know, but I want I learn!" I say.

"Do you have any patience? Do you think I just picked up a skateboard one day and was automatically good at it?" he asked. It was a rhetorical question but I had to answer.

"Maybe..." I muttered.

"Well, I didn't. And you're not doing half bad, honestly. And I had no one to teach me." he said soothingly. "Try one more time. If you don't keep going for more than a few seconds then we can take a break."

"And what I if I mess up again?" I ask.

"Then we still take a break." he says and I chuckle. "Now start." he says. I take a deep breath and started to ride. I felt like I was going to fall numerous times but Ryan had warned me that it would feel like that to me so I just went with it and I was flying. Soon I turned around to go back to Ryan like he'd taught me and right before I reached him I mimicked a trick that I had seen him do that day when we first met, landing it perfectly and he looked at me in awe.

"That was good, right?" I asked him breathlessly. His smirk turned into a full grin and he came up and hugged me on the spot, picking me up and twirling me around once, twice, a third... I was getting dizzy and I was already giggling uncontrollably. "Put... Me... Down... I'm getting... Dizzy!" I got out between gasps for air and laughs.

"It took me years to learn and master that trick!" he said, amazed.

"I'm just that awesome." I answered and he laughed.

"Let's go have lunch or something." he offers and I grin.

"Yeah, let's do that." I say.

~*~

"You have... Whipped cream... On your... Nose." Ryan snickered and I laughed.

"You want to get it off for me?" I ask flirtatiously. He leans over and gets it with his napkin. When he's done he stays where he is though, his blue eyes piercing with the depth of their emotion. The bell on the door rang and I looked back just in time to see Felicia and Mandy.

"Aw, crap." I muttered.

Ryan looked in the direction I was and saw them. He groaned. We had to just hope they wouldn't see us. They walked to one of the booths and sat down. Then it happened. Mandy noticed me and as soon as she saw me I looked down at my hands in my lap. I took small breaths. In and out, inhale and exhale... Ryan's hand found mine under the table and gave it a light reassuring squeeze. I risked a glance up to see Mandy and Felicia coming over. Mandy looked upset and Felicia looked revolted. I quickly looked at Ryan and then back to my friends. They were in front of our table now. I trembled a little and my free hand shook. "Har?" Mandy asked. I looked at her in answer. "Can we talk to you?" she said and I could almost hear the anger in her voice. I was close to hysteria. I nodded so they wouldn't hear the panic that would surely be in my voice. I gave Ryan a look that I hoped he would take as, 'I'll be right back, I'm not going to ditch you.' we went into the girls' bathroom and Mandy turned on me.

"What were you thinking?" she said harshly.

"Ryan's nice!" I defended automatically.

She looked at me coldly. "You know what's going to happen, right?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked her, bewildered.