**This chapter is sort of going to be a break from the actual story. This is Stacy's point of view from when she first met UG, MG, & PS at the skate park.**
It was such a horrible day. The sky was dark, and it was surprisingly chilly outside for it being the middle of June but the sound of screaming children still lingered outside my bedroom window. I had plans to take my annoying little brother to the skate park. Since I live with my grandma I never get to see him, in some ways I'm happy about it.
I rolled out of my super warm, cozy bed and stumbled to the bathroom to get ready. I stroked my hair with my a hair brush in one hand as I brushed my teeth with my other. My hair could've looked better but honestly I was too tired to care.
As I walked out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen, I could smell my grandma's homemade pancakes the closer i got. I hadn't eaten since the bowl of ice cream I had late the night before. I was starving, and planned on eaten about a dozen of those mouthwatering pancakes.
My grandma asked me if I had slept well as she sat a plate of pancakes on the table infront of me. I went on to tell her how I stayed up late doing my summer reading, since I had 3 book reports due when I got back to school once the summer came to an end. She pitied me, like usual, and offered to read the book to me once I got tired late at night. I thanked her as I declined.
Breakfast was delicious, like it always was. I helped wash the dishes then raced to my room to do more summer reading before I left to pick up my exasperating little monst- i-i mean, brother. 11am rolled around, and I had my grandma drop me off at my parents house to get my brother. Thank goodness my brother was waiting outside for me, I didn't want to risk seeing my dad. He rode his skateboard all the way to the park as I followed behind. When we got there he ran over to the ramps to meet up with friends, and I plopped myself on a bench.
I was staring off into space, thinking about all the words I was going to end up reading before summer ended. When suddenly a colorful RV crashed into a tree near the skate park. It was the weirdest thing I had ever seen in my life. Surprisingly, three people came out of it. A weird looking old man, a dinosaur, and what I thought was the cutest boy I've ever seen. He was a slice of pizza! Like me! The only slices of pizza I knew were my family, and the ones from Italy. He looked so cool with his black store bought sunglasses. I sat back and watched them help some kid fix a broken wheel on his skateboard. Sadly, knowing that I'd probably never see them again.
It seems as if they were about to leave when I notice them point to my little brother. I got so nervous. I wanted to meet them, but at the same time I'm not into meeting new people. Immediately after pointing to my brother, the old man pointed at me. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I looked down at the ground somewhat hoping they wouldn't come up to me. Then I heard "What's up with you?" I lifted my head slowly, trying to take it all in at once. I couldn't believe the pizza slice sounded so, cool.. and admittedly sexy. Without thinking, I stuttered as I said "Oh.. um.. nothin-g-g really." What was I thinking!? Of course it wasn't a question of what I was up to. I probably looked like a depressed punk rock wanna be, who was thinking about rather I should end it all or not. At this point I still wasn't 100% sure of what was happening. Then the old man asked for my name. Of course, a simple question that had a simple answer yet I couldn't remember. What an idiot. My mind was a white void, but I suddenly shouted my name aloud. The green dino complimented me, saying that it was a beautiful name. I agreed in my head, it was a much better name than my given name.
I sat there like an moron before thanking him for the compliment. He went on to mention my little brother, asking if I happened to know him. Sadly, I did know him. I, again, shouted like an idiot after taking a second to realize what was said to me. I answered their question and gave them my brother's name. Apparently this old man was my "Uncle Grandpa" It sounded so weird, I couldn't fathom how someone could be my uncle and grandpa. I tried not to think about it much, I would never come to understand and all the thinking would give me a headache. That's the last thing I needed, with all this summer reading. He told me it was nice meeting me and that they wished to see me again sometime. I like to believe it was true, but knowing how weird I was, I think they said it to be nice.
I took a deep breath as they started to walk away. The pizza boy took two steps before turning back to me. He asked if I wanted to hang out sometime. I managed to pinch myself without him seeing, to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I panicked as I squealed "Sure! That sounds cool!" I was pretty sure after that creepy response, that he'd say "nevermind" and walk away. To my surprise, he was excited and asked if I would like to get ice cream later that night. I finally answered like a normal person and said "Sounds good!" I hoped I hadn't came off to strong. He started to actually walk away, but then it hit me. I didn't know his name.
I couldn't show up that night not knowing his name. But I was pretty sure I'd look like a careless being asking what his name was, since they took the time to learn mine. I asked, and he couldn't have answered better. "Steve, but everyone calls me Pizza Steve." My face gushed red as I told him that I'd see him that night. Then he finally left.