We Align

Chinguacousy Park

Chinguacousy Park

It's Saturday. I woke up. I look at my clock. It is noon!

NOON!

I have been up all night because of my friends bothering me! Plus I had to deal with an emergency last night.

I had to get to Chinguacousy Park in two hours.

I decided that I'm going to ditch breakfast. I took a shower and brushed my teeth.

Last night I took out my single braids. So today I'm rocking with my afro.

After combing it out for twenty minutes... it finally looked even.

I am digging through my closet looking for anything, that would possibly look decent for today. Wilson doesn't seem like to type of guy to care much about what I wear so I shouldn't be struggling.

"This is my fault for convincing Diamond to leave me to dress myself." I groan.

I criticize my clothes more than anyone else and I'm the one who buys them.

I pull out track shorts, but my mind says; too short.

I grab some tights and a cropped hoodie, but... too revealing and skin-tight isn't the attention I want.

Oh my gosh. I can't choose.

"You know what... we are going to test if he really won't care."

Hold up! Why am I dressing for him? I should be dressing for myself!

I kept on my red and black cropped hoodie and thew on some red basketball shorts.

If Mony knew I was wearing this she'd kill me. It only makes me love it more.

I grabbed my keys and put on my triple red huaraches.

Traffic wasn't on my side. I prefer to always be early. And right now I am probably going to get to the parking lot on time, but not at the track.

At least I got a great parking space. I put on my headphones and turn on my me playlist.

Five minutes later I got to the track. I found Wilson jumping into the sandpit.

I approach him. "Hey muscle man, you can't be having fun without me."

He looked up at me because he was sitting in the pit and says, "When's the last time you jumped?"

"Yikes, probably when I was thirteen. You jump?" I question him.

"I do all events, but I stick to the 100 meters."

"I bet you're slow," I readjust my headphones.

"What are you listening to?"

I sucked my cheeks in at the question, "would you call me conceded if I told you I was listening to myself?"

"Nope because I listen to myself all the time." He replies. I cannot tell if he is being sarcastic or not...

"You gonna get up?" He is chilling like I randomly found him.

"You wanna help?" He is stuck in the sand.

I laugh and grab his hand.

"On three okay?"

He nods.

"One... two... thr-WILSON!" I shriek as he pulls me down into the sand.

He gets up perfectly. Then he gives me his hand.

"I wouldn't try what I just did. I won't go down so easily?" He says when I grab his hand.

"Pft just because you are built don't think I cannot beat you in your own games."