Your Skateboard

Man…have you ever been to a skate park on a good day? If you haven't, then you probably shoud stop being a big loser, and get to it. I mean, it is absolutely the place to be, y'know - be there or be square. Seriously. It's heaven. Why? Well, when it's packed with three or four skater guys, then it's packed with their little fan club of hot single girls.

Basically, it was the ultimate spot for someone like me who's goal in life was exactly that.

Of course, I've never actually been there either, but I have every intention to. Today, to be more precise. Then there was the fact that I didn't actually skateboard but who cares? All I do is bring a skateboard with me - the one I had gotten last year for my birthday - and I will get a Sora fan club in no time. I'm a shameless poser, so what...? I'm doing this for a chance at love!

The skate park was overlooking a hill, situated smack down center in the richest neighborhood. I only know of this place because I pass it every time I decide to walk to my high school, which is just a few blocks away.

I near the black gates that surround the park. Oh yeah, this place is just so glorious that they just absolutely had to fence it in. Rich people and their ridiculous arrogance... I mean, there's nothing even to steal in there, so why the fancy ass gate? Pointless.

Once inside, I give the area a quick once over - the overall expanse of the park was relatively large with lots of ramps, rails, and whatever the hell skateboard term people have for the empty looking swimming pool thing. Near the back is a couple of scattered benches, surrounded by grass though everything else is cement. I also think that's a port a potty just beyond it. Heh, if my charm works on these chicks, I'll take note to definitely put said bathroom to good use.

The place is not too crowded but it sure is noisy. I catch sight of the expected fanclub of girls, and my eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. Considering it was a pretty hot day, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to see all these girls wearing skirts. But not just any skirts! Freaking mini skirts and short shorts, tanktops, tubetops. And they were all fit, available, and a few feet in front of me! Hell yeah! Heaven! Hallelujiah! Oh mein gott! Eureka!

I was just about to go scan the area some more when my eyes landed on this one girl leaning against the fence. Her medium length brown hair framed her heart-shaped face perfectly. Even from this far, I could see she had amazingly green eyes, and wasn't even wearing too much make up. She was dressed in an orange tanktop and a pair of ripped shorts, her outfit ending with simple white sandals. A little conservative, but that was exactly my type. Simple and hot. Who liked straight up sluts anyway, right?

Okay, Sora, stay cool. Stay collected. All right. I swaggered up to her and I could feel the gazes of the other teens on me, sizing me up probably thinking along the lines of - who the hell on earth is that good-looking mofo? Heh.

When I finally made my way to the super cute girl, I threw her one of my charming grins, flashing a set of white teeth, at the same time showing off my adorable dimples that made girls swoon.

"Hey," I said smoothly, as I leaned beside her against the black gates. I was considerably taller than her so she had look up to fix me with her bright green eyes in a curious stare. Really pretty up close.

"Hey yourself," she responded, coolly. My bad, sexy.

"Why don't I know you?" I asked, still grinning, my undivided attention on her. Girls like that kind of thing...

She raised an eyebrow and let out a small laugh. "You realize you're asking me something only you would know the answer to, genius."

Witty... I can dig it. "Aw, are you making fun of me already?" I teased, cocking my head to the side. "You haven't even told me your name." Smooth, right?

"Olette," she answered simply, giving a small smile, then turning her attention away from me, gazing straight ahead now.

I frowned at her. She didn't even ask for my name!

I decided to follow her line of vision to apparently one of the skater boys. He looked no older than me with pretty intense spiked blonde hair that rivaled my own. He did a 560 or whatever and I got a better look at his face; he had alarmingly blue eyes almost the same shade as mine and he had sun-kissed skin, probably from all the skateboarding in the hot weather. He had an earring on his left ear as well as an admittedly cool looking lip piercing. He was skinny; the baggy yet tight skater jeans all but clinging to his lithe body.

Okay, enough with the once over - just who the hell exactly was this guy and why was my current object of desire staring googly eyes at him? NO. I did not like it at all.

Being bold and taking matters into my own hands – I decided I was going to kiss her. That should definitely get her attention and besides, I got the vibe she was into me. Girls liked it when guys were assertive. It was romantic and shit. Right?

I reached my hand forward and lightly gripped Olette's chin in between my fingers turning her to face me, and stare into my eyes. She blinked at the sudden movement but didn't turn away.

"I didn't even get the the chance to give you my name but I think I'll just give you something better," I breathed before closing my lips over hers in a chaste kiss. Mmm, even if it was only a split second, I could taste her strawberry lip gloss.

I pulled back with a sly victorious smile on my face. "Nice to meet you."

Studying her reaction carefully, I saw her blink the green eyes that had gone wide. Twice. A couple more times in rapid succession. I noted the slight blush that tinted her fair cheeks -

And then she gave me a smack of her own... except in the form of a bitchslap. What the -

"OWW!" I yelped as a red hand mark soon appeared over my face. Owwww, I cradled my cheek with my hand. "What was that for?!"

Olette looked as pissed off as me. "Who the hell do you think you are! You don't even know me and you just kiss me like that?" She screeched at me. Aw man, I should have gotten the memo her personality was as conservative as she looked. Gah, epic failure.

I raised my hands in defense. "Whoa - hey - just calm down!" I said quickly, eyeing her still raised hand. "No need to go bitch slapping me... If you don't like me, okay. I get it. Is it a crime I think you're cute?"

That seem to get her even more ticked off and I think she muttered something that sounded strangely similar to ignorant dickhead but before I could question her, fingers planted a death grip on my shoulder from behind me, all but manhandling me to turn my body around completely.

"Who the hell are you?"

It was hissed with the anger of a thousand burning suns. Well shit... if it wasn't the skater boy. The one Olette had been watching earlier except now, he was up-close and personal, in your face err - well, my face. His facial features were twisted in anger, a mere couple of inches in front of mine. Augh, disturbing!

I quickly took a step back – only to find myself up against the fence, trapped between black poles and Mr. Scary Guy. Ah well would you look at that, there was a legitimate reason they put these stupid gates up... TO TRAP ME TO MY DOOM!

But I wouldn't back down like a bitch, no.

"Who the hell am I...? Who the fuck are YOU?" I spat with the same ferocity, clenching my fist. This arrogant ass rich kid le blondie skater boy with crazy eyes though...

"Roxas – it's not worth it, don't –" Olette cut in grabbing blondie's shoulder but he shoved her off, glaring at me again.

"Whoa – don't shove her like that," I said instantly, not liking how he pushed her. She may have slapped me but hey - cute girls don't deserve to be treated that way!

"Roxas"'s glare intensified, no longer burning but now frigid and icy.

"Why not? She's my girlfriend, I can do whatever I want to her. She's my girlfriend, you shouldn't be kissing her!" He hissed at me, eyes narrowed and a shove to my shoulders with every italicized word.

OH. Well, then... now I see why he got so pissed off. He had seen me kiss his girlfriend! Oh, man. Guess I can excuse his initial anger. His physical rudeness on the other hand...

"Well, how the fuck was I suppose to know that?" I countered, then gave a shrug of my shoulders. "But look, it's just a simple misunderstanding, so you can just back off – I'm leaving now anyway, see?" I was in the middle of saying before I felt a sharp pain clash straight into my right cheek, the same cheek I had been slapped with.

"OWWW SHIT!" I exclaimed. That was one hell of a right hook! Waitasec, this Roxas guy just punched me? Oh hail no. That's it.

"That almost hurt – " I was in the middle of growling but then he punched me AGAIN on the same cheek, This guy seemed more or less hell bent on bruising my face.

A crowd had formed around us now, and one guy with blonde messily slicked back hair was beckoning this Roxas guy to stop assaulting me. I was about to wholeheartedly agree when Roxas's fist struck again. I was caught off guard the past two times and this time was no different except for the fact that it was aimed for my stomach. I apparently have an allergic reaction to his fist because it causes me pain every time!

"Augh!" I gasped, sucking in a breath sharply. That hurt dammit!

I fixed him with a crazed glare and when he raised his arm again, I grabbed it roughly.

"You're an asshole, did you know that?" I shouted, venom in my voice. I released his arm and raised my fists, eyes bulging with annoyance. "You wanna fight?! Fine! You're on, skater bitch!" I immediately go into Sora Fighting Mode Stance, elbows tight at my sight, gaze focused on the enemy, and bouncing back and forth on my feet. I should mention that I'm a black belt, you know. Yip, took 5 years of training when I was wee little boy.

And now I was going to seriously kick a stupid jealous boyfriend's ass.

Yelling out a loud undeniably terrifying war cry to throw him off, I pushed off my feet and gave a full force shove, straight towards him. What of my five years of karate you ask? Well fuck that when all I wanted to do was deliver as much pain as fast as possible, and what better way than to do an insane headbutt?

All my ideas seem to have a knack for backfiring though because at the last second, Roxas stupid fingers had managed to grab at my hair - yeah, he officially fights like a bitch. It was a domino effect - I lost my balance and so did he, and the next thing I knew, we were spiralling downward off the edge of the rink, plunging in a tangled heap of arms and legs right to the bottom of the empty swimming pool looking thing.

My arm scraped against the floor harshly - wtf it hurts so much - and even though my knees were covered in jeans, it was just as painful when they connected with the ground. The only good outcome was that I ended up landing on top of the furious blonde. But then again he had now taken to throwing punches like a crazy blind person. Not such a good outcome after all.

I vaguely heard the hustling of the crowd above move to watch us and the oohs - you ain't gonna hit him - and something sounding suspiciously like pound his ass into the ground. What.

Then all those sounds were forgotten as I heard the sickening crunch in my jaw.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" I groaned loudly, and I felt warm blood trickle down my chin from my split lip.

That was it. Without hesitation, just searing pain and a will to hurt, I drove my fist down into Roxas's face. Once - twice - three - four - five times over and over but then he catches my hands and by some force of magic he flips us over so that I'm on the bottom being straddled by him. How the hell on Earth - I'm losing again?! Ugh and, man - he's actually kinda strong and fuck, it's his fist again! No! I immediately do whatever I think of first which is that one move I learned in action movies where you grab your enemy's head so you can bash your skull against theirs and they'll be like help me, i'm dying.

Except - as usual... - things don't go according to plan.

I had gripped fistfuls of his blonde hair in between my hands and pulled his face forward so I can ultimately knock him out with a hit of my forehead but he had struggled desperately – my fingers had slipped – my aim now nonexistent The whole move was basically messed up, and as I jerked at his hair, I unintentionally smashed our mouths together, his lips crashing onto mine, roughly. I could feel his teeth knock against mine at the impact and I all but inhaled his cry of surprise. I could feel the metal of his lipring cutting into my bottom lip and I wasn't sure if that was really the reason I felt a surge of heat run through my body.

My eyes widened and we both seemed to freeze in time; stock-still as our lips were connected in that single moment – the same time a collective gasps could be heard from above and that's how long it took for us to shove away from each other.

Roxas immediately sprang up away from me stumbling backwards into his previously stated friend's arms. I stood up too and my vision blurred for a bit from all the punches to my face. We both wiped our lips at the same time, shuddering at the memory of what just happened.

A silence followed and we just sort of stared at each other. Roxas's blue eyes were twitching.

"You sick… you sick bastard!" Roxas suddenly shouted dramatically, thrusting his finger accusingly in my direction.

I could only gape and instantly shot him a confused stare. "Excuse me but what the fuck? You kissed me!" What he said was technically true, but hey it was an accident! I wasn't about to admit it was my fault though. No way in hell did I do it on purpose anyway.

Apparently, the people didn't really understand what quite happened so they gasped, choosing to believe my words since I had been the first to explain it. Ha!

"DAMN IT, you liar! Get the hell out of here! You – you !" He was struggling for words and he looked super violated. He wiped his lips again before shaking his head and with a loud "ahhhhhhhh!" ran out of the skate park, forgetting his skateboard in his path to insanity, I assume.

Then I blinked, the pain in my head shot through my body, throbbing hazardously. Now that things weren't going in fast forward, I realized Mr. Scary Guy could punch. Really really punch.

And the next thing I knew - I fainted.

A/N:

HELLO! I super edited this... yes, like a million years later. Its so much better now... it was crippling horrible before :") Hope people give this new edited version a re-read! HEHEHE!