I sat down onto the bench with the rest of my friend group. Panting heavily due to the sun beaming down on us this summer. My body so sore from skateboarding I swore I wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. I’d been invited to the skate park from this one specific friend who was still in the bowl. He’d mostly wanted to come out here to find his ‘Summer chick’ as he put it, suggested I find one too. Talked about how he wanted to go on double dates with me and whoever we end up dating

A sigh leaving my lips as my attention shifted towards the other group of people ahead of us. A group of rollerbladers who’ve I’ve seen here a couple of times that always played random 80s music. I swore most of them looked like knock off hippy skaters, well except one. My gaze moved towards her as she chatted with her friends. I’d seen her here the most, she honestly did a few impressive tricks I’d never seen anyone be able to do. Not able to help myself but admire her from here, if I was going to have a summer chick wrapped around my arm, I’d want it to be her, but I’d never had much confidence in myself when it came to flirting. Especially with someone as beautiful as her

“Get ahold of yourself dammit. She's going to think you’re creep staring at her like that” I murmured to myself, a bit scolding as I slowly stood up and stretched. Pulling my gaze away from her since I didn’t wish to have them notice me staring.