Skater Boy 《scomark》

CHAPTER SEVEN

This a very long one, so prepare yourselves.
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I manage to sneak out of my house at around five in the evening. Of course, my parents know I'm leaving and they even know that I'm going on a date, but I do have to leave when they're not looking so my mom stops fussing over my outfit. Apparently, she's allowed to since this is my first date. That was not a rule I was aware of when I told her someone had asked me out.

Usually, I go to the skatepark with the rest of my friends to set up a few tables and activities for younger kids and fellow skaters. Avi had had the idea a few years back and we had all pitched in ever since. This would be my first year missing, but I bought twice the candy to make up for being absent. They all said it was fine, that I was allowed to go on a date and forget about them for a little bit.

Mark and I decided that I could drive us to the fair since he has a license but not a car. My car is a small, silver Kia Soul that was made in 2015. It was Lauren's car before it was mine and it still smells like cherry chapstick and vanilla. When I needed a car she was able to convince our parents that she deserved a newer car since she would be going off to college soon. They caved in and now I have her car while she gets to drive around something newer.

I park on the street due to all of us having our own cars. Lauren's is behind my mom's and dad gets to have his own spot with someone behind or in front of him since he has worked almost every day. He works for a chain of business as an accountant and financial advisor. I'll never understand why he loves it so much, but math really does make Dad smile.

Pulling away for the side of the road, I turn the radio up and roll my windows down. It's a little chilly, especially wearing my costume that's very sleeveless. Mark had thought it would be fun to have a theme and I agreed, wanting to see whatever he could come up with. The theme ended up being fighters and that's why I'm now wearing a skirt.

Gladiator wasn't my first choice, but it was one of the only costumes left in my size by the time Mark asked me out. And that's why I'm now seating in my car, shifting so my skirt doesn't move up too much and show off the black boxers I'm wearing underneath.

Being as comfortable as I am with my own body I know that this costume won't be a problem. Plus, I get to carry about a plastic sword and that's just fun. A piece hands around my neck and on my shoulders, but the only thing covering my chest is a strap of material that connects to my skirt. A pair of strappy sandals that look more like boots finish off my outfit. It's definitely revealing, but spending all of my time outside either skating or exercising in some other way has made me strong.

I'm just surprised my mom was okay with me leaving the house for a date basically shirtless. Mom and Dad are both being surprisingly cool about all of this. I was expecting some amount of push back from at least one of them. Instead, all, I got was a good job from my dad and my mom immediately wanting to micromanage everything. It's nice that some things never change.

I park next to an old burgundy car, having a quick debate on whether or not I should get out of the car. On one hand I want to be a gentleman and open the car door for Mark, but on the other hand, I don't want my skirt to blow up and show everyone what underwear I'm wearing. Maybe I should have thought this costume out a little better.

Mark has no idea what I'm wearing and I have no idea what he's wearing. What was designed to be fun is now causing me serious anxiety. Taking in a few deep breaths, I pull myself out of my car. I jog up the front porch and try to calm myself before knocking on the door. My heartbeat is still through the roof when I knock, but if someone in a very revealing gladiator costume stands at a door for too long people start asking questions.

I hear rustling inside of Mark's house and his strong voice. "Don't worry about the door, I got it. Just go back to bed. I'll make sure the porch light is off so no one rings the doorbell."