Another chapter, and thanks NITRPSYCHO for beta reading

disclaimer: I don't own Ninja Turtles

It's only early November and already, Rex and I were friends, and Holly, Mark, Vicky, Rory, and Dwayne became my circle of friends. Not kids who claim that they're your friends and make you kill a guy, but real friends. Anyway, it was a Saturday afternoon and Rex and I were just chilling by a skateboard park. It was just the two of us. We asked Holly, Vicky, Mark, Rory, and Dwayne if they wanted to come, but Vicky was sick with the flue, Dwayne had to help his lame grandpa with the household chores, Mark and Holly had to visit some family members, and Rory was getting chewed out by his parents for his grades. So it was just Rex and me.

We were just sitting on the streets, watching the skaters when I asked Rex, "How come you don't skateboard even though you brought your skateboard?"

"Because I suck at skateboarding dude," Rex replied. "My dad bought it for me on my thirteenth birthday, and I could never get the hang of it,"

"Okay then. How come you brought it?"

Rex shrugged. "Don't know. I thought maybe you might know how."

Rex rolled the skateboard to me was when it happened. As I picked it up, fuzzy visions of a giant figure doing highly skilled skateboard tricks on some terrain that I subconsciously identify as the insides of the sewers filled my head, giving me a migraine. Directions of how to skateboard 101 and how to perform highly, almost seeming inhumane tricks resurface. I feel the adrenaline rush of what feels like skating on the side of a tunnel, shredding a pipe a hundred feet off the ground, and jumping off of ramps and landing without a crash. I could feel the pain in my arms and legs when the giant dude did crash. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him… broken bones and all.

"Dude, are you okay?" Rex asks, seeing me clench onto my arm and looking dizzy.

Suddenly, it all goes away. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just give me that skateboard."

"Yeah, sure. Okay."

I grabbed the skateboard and headed over to the half pipe. At first I just skated, not doing anything special on the half pipe. It was more like a warm up. Once in a while, I slid and grinded against the edge of the half pipe. Then I began to get a little daring. I began getting a little more air when I get to the end of the half pipe – holding on to my skateboard to keep balance. Each time I got higher about ten feet at the maximum. When I got high enough, I did some twists with my body. Then I did this one trick in which as soon as I was airborne, I took my skateboard from under my feet with my right hand and gave it to my left hand which I used to put back under my feet. Then I landed on the half pipe without falling. Then at the other end of the half pipe, as soon as I made it up, with my left hand I grabbed onto the edge, hoisting my body so it was airborne while my left arm acted like an anchor. Then my skateboard landed back on the half pipe, and I let go. I did another trick in which as soon as I was airborne, I grabbed the back of my skateboard from behind my back so my stomach was arched forward before landing. Then when I skated to the next end of the half pipe, I did another twist, but this time I was crouched down.

As soon as my skateboard tricks became more complicated and more Tony Hawk like, I noticed skaters around me stopped skating and watched me as I did twists and handstands with my skateboard. I even did this one trick in which I started to do a one armed hand stand but instead let my skateboard roll free and did a backwards flip. I landed right back on my skateboard without falling. Kids cheered. I began gaining more air and using my balance more. I even did a backwards flip in mid air. I got the most cheers for that.

It went on like this for twenty more minutes or so, and each time I got airborne, I felt like I could truly fly. I could feel the familiar adrenaline rush, my heart pumping hyped up blood. Everything about me was on fire – the good fire like the kind when you feel like you're on the top of the world as long as you keep flying. And that's what I felt like. I knew I felt this feeling before, and I never want to stop feeling it. I did a few more mid air flips before I called it quits.

As soon as I was done, the whole skate park was applauding me. I walked down the stairs from the top of the half pipe. Rex greeted me at the bottom. "Dude, that was awesome! Who taught you how to skate like that? Tony Hawk?"

I shrugged. "I think I taught myself."

"Well, then you are a master of skateboarding. You're like the prince while Tony Hawk is the master. Are you his long lost son or something?"

"Who knows?" I joked around. I handed Rex his skateboard.

"No keep it! You deserve it more than I do."

"Thanks."

"Hah! I knew I was right when I chose to hang around you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you're my best friend."

I was touched when Rex said that. For as much as I can try to remember, I don't think I ever had a best friend. I smiled as my insides melted. "Thanks, Rex. You know, you're my best friends, too. My first ever now that I think about it."

"Bros before hoes." Rex and I fist bumped. Rex slapped me on the back. Not in a mean way, but in a best friends, bros forever kind of way. "Come on; let's see what more you can do."