Outside the sun is shinning, my friends and I venture out there to do some "Tanning." The last day of school before summer break is finally coming to an end. Just as I go to sit down, something catches my eye, or should I say someone? "Z" comes strolling up on his long board, cuts lining his arms.
"'Z' are you okay, what happened?"
"Just fell off my long-board going down a fucking sweet hill, no big deal."
I lean in anyways and hug him, he smells of cologne and.... Antiseptic? Well at least the cologne portion smells nice. All of a sudden "Z" pulls away and lifts up hi shirt, exposing more open wounds. The look as if they are infected, but "Z" explains that is just medicine and melted flesh, Yummy I know. He then swings his arm in front of my face to show me the gravel melted into his wound.
"Z" glances down at my yearbook, hesitates, and snatches it from me. "Can I sign this? Thanks!"
"Um, sure." Not like I have a choice, but I'll admit, I've always found "Z" to be attractive. So I really don't mind in the slightest. He hands it back to me with the words,"BECKY! HOLYSHIT I'm signing your book because I'm rad, your rad, lets hug!" Written in it, no name, but I'll always remember it was him.
Who would have predicted only two and a half months later "Z" and I would end up dating for a bit? Then end in terrible mess of an argument, agree to be friends, and have him just stop talking to me all together. Funny how life works huh?
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