“What’s wrong dude, find your chill. Also, how long have you been skating?!”
“A year,” I said under my breath.
“That doesn’t count. You skated once like a year ago, stopped, and started about three
months ago when we started coming here.”
“Whatever, man.”
“Also, because you came at me for it, I’m a lot better than you!”
“I hate you, man.”
“That’s comical,” Ian said sarcastically. “Conor you have been skating, like, three months. I’ve been out at this park since I was ten. So… eight years. And just to prove it to you...”
Ian ran up the stairs that I had just jumped down, and walked back from them about fifty feet. Ian ran towards the stairs and jumped on his board. He jumped just as I had, but this time the board spun perfectly under his feet. Ian caught the board and all four wheels landed perfectly on the ground at the same time.
“Am I still not nice at skating?” he asked, with a peevish expression.
“I’ve seen you do that before; I’m not impressed” I said.
“Conor, I don’t know what you’re complaining about, honestly. Every time you get pissed you do this. Take a damn breath.”
“Sorry, I’ve just been trying this same trick forever, and I can’t do it. I’ve, like, imagined doing this for weeks, and I still can’t.”
“Conor, shut up. You’re basically there. Stop whining. Let’s put some cash together, go get you another deck, come
“Ok, I’m down,” I Said. Ian was right. I was not in the right mindset to keep skating.
After a while I thought, “There is no way I’m not going to get this tomorrow.”