My Skater Boy - Sam Pottorff - Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

Lila's POV

We all sit down around the pizza. I don't say much because I feel out of place. Like I'm not wanted by them. Sam finally speaks to me.

"So Lila, do you have a hobby?"

I look up at him shocked he acknowledged me.

"I like to draw sometimes. My room is full of sketches. I guess it's typical that I want to be an artist. I like to show my thoughts and feelings through pictures." I nod.

"No that's not typical at all, it's wonderful!" Ian responds, giving me his goofy smile, "Do you express love in any of your pictures?"

I shake my head, "Never fallen in love."

He nods, smiling still.

"Do you play a sport?" Sam asks.

"Yeah actually, I surf. I enjoy watching skaters too because they're both kind of the same thing."

Ian looks up at me seeming amazed. Still smiling.

"Fifteen and surfing, nice." Sam says, "What about you Nadia? Hobbies and sports?"

"I read. That's my hobby. Oh and I play hockey." She answers.

We all continue a conversation getting to know each other better. The sun has already set and it's dark. We turn on Nadia's outside garden lights and run outside. Sam uncovers the pool and Ian walks with me over to the pool. I dip my foot in, feeling it's cold. Suddenly Ian pushes me in the cold water and jumps in after me. I come back up from under the water laughing and playfully punch his arm. Nadia gets into the pools as well and starts wrestling Ian. I decide to join Sam in the spa where it's warm.

"An artist that's never fallen in love? Why is that?" He asks as I get in.

"I guess I'm scared. I'm afraid of being let down and hurt repeatedly." I shrug.

"I'm the same. Not afraid of being hurt or let down, afraid of hurting or letting down someone." He confides.

"I don't believe you'd hurt anyone. All week I've been here, I've seen how girls act around you. You always look so sweet and calm." I smile.

"So mystery new girl has been watching me?" He's smirks.

I look at him then splash the water in his face. We laugh about it together and enjoy the rest of the night in the spa talking about life and getting closer.

"I've had too many girlfriends for anyone to love me now. I'm seen as a player." He sighs sadly.

I take his hand and reassure him he's not a player.

"So tell me mystery girl, something about yourself. Honestly. Something that doesn't leave you a mystery." He says, sounding intrigued.

"Why am I such a mystery to you?" I ask.

"Because you're so pretty, yet so young and nerdy. You came to this school and managed to pull one of the most popular girls in school as your best friend, and you've enticed me into wanting to know more about you and spend more time with you. Now trust me, that's a mystery." He tells me truthfully.

I look down and blush.

"What's your story?" He asks, with a deeper expression in his face.

Woah, popular skater boy has a deep side of feelings... and actually wants to hear about me?

"I don't really have a story. I moved to this town because my dad got a new job. My mum died last year just before my fifteenth. Kidney failure. It's certainly brought my dad and I closer together. I'm a hard working student, I enjoy meeting new people. I don't usually talk to people about my life and my feelings, but when I do, it has to be with somebody I trust. I want to be an artist one day. Settle down in a wonderful beach house with somebody who loves me. Whether it be a best friend, a family member, a boyfriend, or even a dog. Just somebody I know will always be there. My one thing I want to get out of this town is observations. I want to observe people, places, and things. I want to write my observations down and then transform them into pictures that I've drawn and painted myself. There, that's my story. What's yours?"

"That's great, you have a way with words and I loved listening to that. My story? Well, I've been going through a lot of stuff my whole life. I try and hide it from everybody. I don't want people to see how bad things get, I want people to see what I show them. My happy life. I want to be able to motivate people to have that happy life they deserve and think I have. I've been going through a tough time. Especially at night. When I sit in bed alone thinking. It sucks. But, I love to make people happy. Seeing people sad because I'm sad makes things worse, I hate it. I ignore it and you're the first person I've told how I really feel. I think too much, about bad things and that's where I go wrong. When I'm doing something that makes me happy, or with somebody who makes me happy then things go great and I don't think about bad things. Like skating, I skate all the time because if I focus my thinking on that, things go great for me. That's why I always have my lucky skateboard with me. I never open up to anyone so I'm glad I am with you. I hope you understand and don't think I have any issues. I'm just an overthinker, that's all." He sighs.