I don't own Air Gear. The franchise is owned by Ito "Oh Great!" Ōgure. Everything else is my own creation from my own mind.


Somewhere in California
Monday
December 6th

"Joshua, are you alright?" My aunt asked. I shoved another spoonful of my mother's seaweed stew into my mouth as I nodded my head.

My aunt and my grandfather came here to America about a week ago, saying that there here for two month for a change in scenery. My grandfather recently got out of surgery, treating his abdominalaortic aneurysm as well as his idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, and only has two years to live before the pulmonary fibrosis takes his life away. My aunt have been taking care of him for the past few months before asking my mom if they could move over. So now I'm sharing room with my grandfather, whom I love...even through he farts like every five freaking minutes.

He did give me five hundred dollar allowance, so my love for him increased twice as much as it did last time.

I am the worst grandson to ever walk on the face of this small planet.

"Joshua, your aunt asked you a question-"

"I heard her." I snapped at my mother, not wanting to deal with this crap. I found out that my grades are crap, and that I might have to go to a school of crap. I really don't want to deal with another crap from my mom. Crap, she's giving me that look. That look where you know that you stepped out of line and that you were going to get an earful. I prepared myself for the worse.

"Sounds like your not having a good day." My dad pointed out as I sighed in relief. Thank god my dad stepped in before things got ugly. If there was anyone that can defuse a dangerous situation, it would be my dad. Now that I think about it, nearly all dads are tension breakers. They always know what to say to stop any fight from happening...I said nearly. I'm not going to include those stereotypical red-neck dads that instigate a fight. I don't know if it's their biology or something, but damn are they good at their job to keep everyone in place.

"You can say that dad," I told him earnestly, "I-I just realized that I have homework to do."

"Well then, you better get on it." He said as I nodded my head. Picking up the half eaten soup I walked back in the kitchen and placed the bowl next to the sink. Walking back I looked over at my mom, "I'm going out for a run." She still glared at me, but nevertheless motioned her head for me to leave. Bowing respectfully at my grandpa, I made a dash to my room.

Changing into something comfortable, while picking up my black and yellow rollerblades, I ran out to the garage. Slipping my rollerblades on, I hooked them in place before opening the garage. It wasn't even opened halfway, and I was already skating out of there. Right when I got towards the garage, I crouched and rolled, before landing on my skates; before I could slip, I kicked off with my other leg and regained my balance.

" 'Under the Table' 320 Ground Roll to a Kick Push" Came out of my mouth as a whisper as I continued to skate off. I didn't know when I started to skate, or when I started back to skate. Skating was like playing the piano for me, it was an on and off kind of thing. Ever since I moved up here in Orange, I couldn't skate because of the dangerous down hill that was in my neighborhood. But after I gotten that little phobia out of my system I began to enjoy the thrill of skating down a hill at high speed. Though I had my share of crashes and burns, they became my own battle scar and proof that I actually accomplish something.

Though I won't lie, four weeks talking with a lisp sucked.

I also have a habit on making own little trick names whenever I do something cool, like how I did when I rolled underneath the garage. To spice my ordinary boring life, I would try and name things that I always do like some sort of anime hero or something. Like when Naruto yells out "Kage Bushin" or Ichigo roaring "Getsuga Tensho". The difference between them is that I would name mind in between or after the move. Kind of stupid, right? Apart from writing fanfiction, this was the only other way to let loose of my imagination. My skills only gotten better thanks to the many endurance training that I had to go through for two years of Water Polo. The cardio workout that I made for myself and the constant weight training I do everyday made me more tougher and dauntless of rollerblading.

I didn't think that anything else could have beaten the adrenaline of riding rollerblades, apart from skateboard and driving. In my opinion, rollerblading is the best cardio and adrenaline pumping sport there is to do.

I'm going to cut off my thoughts here, cause I need to hop over this fence in front of me.


Author's META:
I want the readers to know what my actual family is like, and this is a good way for me to show them what my actual family is like. Nothing like the ones that you've been reading on my other fanfic, but an actual, authentic Joshua Chung family. Nothing changed, pure raw Joshua Chung family.

I won't lie, this years highlight for me was when my grandfather was diagnosed with both the AAA and the idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis. Forget about the assassination of Gaddafi, Osama Bin Laden or the death of Kim Jung Ill, my grandfather's life came first over those guys. This man was the sole reason why I continue with school, not my mom or my dad, but my grandfather. I actually wanted to go to an army school because of my grandfather, but because of my grades and my phobia of serving in the military, I went against it. When I got the message that my grandfather got the AAA and the fibrosis, I forgot how long I've been crying in my room. It was so heart breaking for me. I know that AAA is something that's treatable, but the scaring of his lung was going to be the death of him. Not old age, or any other painless death, but because of his lungs.

My sadness turn to instant joy however when I discovered my grandfather coming over for the holidays and stay with us for two month. I was in joy. I instantly made a calender on what to do with my grandfather. So far, we got through a third of the activities. Too bad that gramps have to fart every five minutes or so.

Rollerblading was another past time hobby that I use to do, apart from swim and writing fanfiction, rollerblading is the next 'me time' I extremely enjoy. Most guys would go for surfing or skateboarding, I'm a rollerblader. Embarrassingly, I sometimes act out what my next chapter would be for my other stories, making other people look at me as if I'm insane or something related to that. However this is the only way for me to actually focus and do something to help me write my stories. I also do various of tricks on the rollerblades, such as grinding and flips. I won't lie though, I did get some scars while trying to learn those moves.

Author's Note:
A short chapter. Unfortunately the next chapter will be short as well, however it'll get to a decent length when I get pass the first few chapter and the prologue, after that we'll see something happening.