Girls Like Skaters (Chapter 1)

                One morning in the beginning of the week, Skye's bandmate, David, drove her and the rest of the bandmates to a skate park in Orange County. Skye was invited by her boyfriend, Jeffrey, to the park to watch him skateboard and perform some songs for his skater friends. Skye's band was down for it so they gathered all their instruments in David's van then head off together. After more than twenty minutes, David parked his large car in a half-filled parking lot and before the crew could take their equipment out, they let themselves through the open door of the fence into the park full of skating teenagers. Jeffrey immediately saw his girlfriend come in so he rode towards her with his skateboard. Skye stopped when she saw him heading towards her. When he was a foot away, Jeffrey kicked his skateboard into his hands and ran up to Skye.

                "Hey, Skye High," he smiled.

                "Hey," Skye smiled as well.

                She wrapped her arm around Jeffrey's neck then pecked him several times on the lips.

                "Yeah, put some tongue into it," said Kent, the drummer.

                Skye broke the kiss and looked at Kent. "Ew, don't watch us."

                "Then don't kiss in front of me."

                "I'm glad you made it," admitted Jeffrey. "You weren't too tired, were you?"

                "I mean I was," responded Skye. "But I splashed some water on my face like a Proactiv commercial then got over it."

                "Hmm, that's my girl. Hey, do you want to see me do a few tricks?"

                "Sure."

                "Alright." Jeffrey turned around and dropped his board on the ground. He stepped on it and swept his foot off the ground so he could ride away.

                "Hey, you're supposed to help us get the crud out of the van," reminded David.

                "You're men," said Skye. "Do it yourselves."

                Skye walked away while the boys glanced at each other.

                "You hear that?" asked Sean, the bassist. "She called us men."

                "You're not a man, Sean," said David. "You can barely pick up a drumstick."

                "That's not funny. And I would be able to lift if my shake weight came in on time."

                "Ew, you ordered a shake weight?" questioned Kent.

                "Why does everybody got to say 'ew' every time I say 'shake weight'?"