Crushing ❤️

Untitled Part 8

I pulled away from Tyler's sweet lips, I wasn't quit sure what had just happened. Tyler giggle a little.

"What?" I asked giggling to.

"What are you waiting for, get back on the board?" He said laughing. I turned around and walked over to the board, I pulled the board from the bush it was wedged into. I carried the board back to were Tyler was standing. I gently sat the board down on the ground and stepped onto it. I felt Tyler rest his hands on my waist, I felt safe when he held me. He gave me a slight push. I put my arms out to keep my balance, the board started to roll a little faster as I went down a small hill.i felt the cool wind rush through my hair, I felt so alive. The board started to slow down, I went to push of off the ground so the board wouldn't stop. But I misplaced my foot when I put it back on the board. I felt the board start to tip, I tried to regain balance. The board fell out from underneath me as I fell back, I put my hands behind me to break my fall. The board rolled onto some grass and stopped.mi heard running and panting from behind me. My hands were staying a little, but i wasn't badly hurt.

"Shit, are you alright," Tyler sounded concerned but he was also holding a laugh back.

"Yeah I'm fine," I laughed a little. Tyler helped me up and examined my body. My right hand was bleeding a little, It had a cut in the middle of my palm. For a small cut their was a lot of blood. Tyler was staring at my hand.

"I'm fine Tyler, it's nothing," I said laughing trying to reassure him I was fine.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," he said smiling, clearly he ignored what I said. He ran over to his board and picked it up. We walked back to my house. We walked up to my front door, Tyler grabbed the keys and unlocked the door. My hand had started to sting a little more now.

"Where do you keep all your medical shit?" He asked. He seemed to swear a lot.

"Upstairs in the bathroom, under the sink," I explained, he nodded and headed to the bathroom. I heard a little bit of crashing coming from the bathroom. A few minutes later he came back into the lounge room and sat beside me. He wiped away the blood, he looked closely at my cut. He grabbed the tweezers and pulled a tiny piece of class from my cut. It stung as I held my tears back. A single tear ran down my face. He put a bandaid over the cut before whipping my tear away with his thumb, he gently grabbed my hand and pulled it to his face. He gently kissed the top of my hand and smiled.

"You will be alright, you sook," he winked and laughed a little.

"Shut up Tyler," I said laughing. I turned the TV on and sat back trying to relax. Tyler made himself comfortable.

"I can't be fucked going to school tomorrow," Tyler sounded so unenthusiastic.

"Same," I said sounding half dead.

"Let's ditch," Tyler said seriously.

"What?" I sat up giving him a shocked look.

"What, you've never ditched before?" Tyler looked at me shocked.

"No I haven't," I said with pride.

"Chicken," he stated as he stared back at the TV.

"Am not," I said crossing my arms.

"Prove it, ditch school tomorrow with me," he said raisng his eyebrow. I couldn't say know, I just had to prove him wrong, I'm not a chicken.

"Fine," I said trying to sound careless. He laughed and just nodded. We went back to watching TV, Tyler stood up and grabbed his things.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow, at the park," he said with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah you will see me, im going to prove I'm not chicken," I tried to sound cool. Tyler just laughed and walked out the door. I walked over to the kitchen and cooked some nachos, as I sat down to eat my mum sent me a text saying she would be home late. It was already pretty late so I finished up my nachos and went to bed.