Skater Boy 《scomark》

CHAPTER FOUR

Warning this chapter is extremely adorable and might cause the feels.
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Mitch had been completely right about my mom freaking out over my injured knee. After about thirty minutes the throbbing had stopped and it only sort of hurt to put any amount of pressure on it. I knew from the moment this it happened that I would be fine, but my mom made a big deal out of it. I'm now not allowed to skate until the knee completely heals. Meaning, I have to sit and wait for my friends to arrive at the park with a bandage wrapped around my knee while my skateboard sits sadly on the ground.

I told my mom I was only bringing it with me so that I wouldn't look like a creeper. Being at a skatepark with a skateboard isn't exactly something you see every day. So, here I am. It's a Tuesday afternoon, but since none of my friends are homeschooled I have to wait for them to get off of school and then get home to grab their boards.

I've spent most of my free time the last few days inside either getting ahead in my online classes or writing music that I can do something with at a later date. I have learned that without skateboarding my life is painfully boring. Making and writing music is fun and all, but if I sing too loudly Lauren yells at me from her bedroom which causes my mom to yell at her from some other place in the house.

I really only get to sing loudly when Lauren is out of the house or in one of her occasional good moods. Everything I say about my sister makes it seem like we have a bad relationship when really our bond is a strong one. As the younger brother, my sole goal in her life is to make it as difficult and be as annoying as possible. And her job as the older sister is to bother me in any way she can. We're both very good at our jobs.

Sitting alone in a skatepark, not being allowed to skate, is a really sucky way to spend your Tuesday afternoon. I really hope the others don't make any stops on their way homes from school. Even my phone can only entertain me for so long. My body seems to buzz with unused energy. I want to run or jump or, better yet, skate. I'm not the type to disobey my parents but right about now I really wish that I was. Breaking the rules has never looked so appealing.

Needing to do something, I stand and look towards my skateboard. I rest the foot belonging to my good leg on it. There. This isn't hurting anything. I'm just standing here with my foot on a skateboard. It at least feels a little more natural. It does little to stop the buzzing of energy in my ears, but I'm not breaking any rules and I'm not going insane either.

I don't know when my leg decides to start moving. I swear that I have nothing to do with the back and forth motion it keeps making. I don't see the harm in moving my board around a little. After all, this is not skating. If my mom appears out of thin air right now there's no way she can reasonably punish me for this. My foot keeps moving, the board keeps moving with it.

I wonder how many tricks someone could do on a skateboard while only using one of their legs. Technically, if I'm only using one leg than I'm not really skating, right? Meaning, I'm not technically breaking any rules. Mom can't be mad at me for not breaking the rules.

While I don't consider myself a rule breaker, I will call myself a rule bender. Of course, everyone bends a few rules. And the pain in my knee is already so much duller than a few hours ago. Figuring it really won't hurt anything, I look down at my board. I glance around as if searching for Mom, before jumping onto the board with only one leg.

Remember when I said it wouldn't hurt anything? Yeah, I was being a big old dumbass when I said that. My leg lands on the end of the board instead of the center. As there's nothing for me to grab onto I launch myself backward as my skateboard shoots out from under me. I fall flat on my ass, hissing as I somehow manage to make my knee worse. Oops.