I KNOW YOU GUYS!!!! I ALREADY WROTE A CHAPTER TONIGHT!!!! BUT I LOVE THIS STORY!!!!! YOU DINOS ARE VERY LUCKY!!!!
~~Sydney's POV~~
I wake up the next morning I wake up to the same alarm that I set yesterday. I glance at my nightstand. There is an envolope sitting on it that has my waver, and money for the place. Tyler and Sawyer are both coming along, but only the boys and I are acctually swinging. So I've been told. I shower and blow my hair dry, pulling it into a side braid. I let my bangs hang out of the side of the green hat I put on. It matches the green and black striped loose t shirt I wear. I ty a knot in the side to make it a half shirt, reaveling the black tank top I wear under it. The top hangs off slighty at my right shoulder. I wear a pair of black leggings, and my black converse. I throw on my cropped neon green leather jacket. I flop down on my bed, and watch YouTube videos for a while. Jack and Finn are suppost to pick me up here.
Finally I hear a knocking on my door and jump up. I shove my iPhone in my jacket pocket, and open the door, to see the twins standing in the door way.
"Hey guys." I say with a smile.
"Hello!" One of them says. To be quite honnest I can't tell them appart, but I will know soon, Finn always drives. We walk out to see a big blue SUV, and we pile in. In the very back seat Joey Garceffa, is on the right, and I sit down on the left. In front of us are Sawyer, Tyler and Grace. And in the front are Jack and Finn.
"Sawyer, Grace, Joey, this is Sydney." Tyler introduces me. I smile and wave at everyone.
"Who all is swinging?" I ask. I look around at everyone. Jack is twisting back from the passanger seat to look at Tyler as he talks, and me as I talk. It is just now that I notice Jack's eyes are just a bit lighter than Finns.
"Finn and I are." He says, his cute British accent rolling off his toung.
"I'll get up there." Joey says. "And I'm going to make Sawyer do it."
Sawyer looks back at Joey, and narrows his eyes. "Fine."
"I'm out." Tyler says.
"Me too. " Grace replied.
Once we get there and park, we run into the place. It is called LA Swining. We check in with the front desk, and walk over to a demonstration area wtih the others. Grace and Tyler walk up to an observation deck, just above the net. There is a little area with chairs, mats, a smaller bar, and a lader leading up to a short deck where you get on the Trapeze. I gaze up at the high bar, but a British accent pulls me away.
"Nervous?" It asks. I look over at the sourse, and reconize it as Jack. It's those lighter hazle eyes.
"Oh uh yeah a bit." I reply. I am a bit nervous, but also excited.
"Don't be. It's really fun. I've done it before here." Jack reasures me.
"Alright then." I give him a weak smile, as the instructure comes up to our group.
"First things first, take off your shoes, and jackets and leave them with your valuables over there on the chairs," she begins. She is a medium sized woman with rough blonde hair pulled into a bun, and brod shoulders and thighs. We do as we are told, and I remove my hat as well. "Next thing, do we have any expereanced swingers?" Jack, Finn and Joey raise there hands. "Alright, can you put on safty belts, and help the others?"
Jack walked over to a pile of what I understand are safty belts. He puts one on himself, having to lift his shirt slightly. I can not help but stare. The instructer, who I am informed is named Brooklyn, gives me a safty belt, and tells me to try. I attempt to put it on, put I don't know how to be a person. Jack notices my struggle, and walks over to me. He smiles and tilts his head.
"Need some help?" He asks. I nod, and he wraps the belt around my waist, and pulls it tight. I don't really know why, but my stomach fills up with butterlfies.
"Thanks." I say, gratfully.
"No problem."
We stand next to each other as the instructers rattle off things to do. I watch Joey, Sawyer, and Finn go, before it's my turn. I climb up to the deck, and and Brooklyn attaches two lines to my safety belt. I pull the heavy metal bar closer to my body, and I launch in to the air. I pull my knees up on to the bar and let my hands hang and arch my back. Then I put my hands back up, and let my knees hang down again. I swing my legs forward backward forward, and let go, into a backflip. Just as I was told. I crawl to the edge of the net and jump off. And I can see that the boys are impressed.
