“Aack, Lex!” my other best friend, Serenity Grzenda, squealed. “How are you not freaking out that Cory might break something?”
My friends and I were hanging out with Cory’s friends. They were like these professional skateboarders. Or at least that’s what it looked like to us. They all were a cross between Simmy Hawk and that flying tomato guy from the olympics.
“Yeah,” Gabby chimed in. “I’m biting my nails watching this. I can’t believe they all haven’t broken at least seventeen bones.”
Cory jumped up on top of a rail in front of us. He teetered so much, he looked like he was going to face plant at any moment.
I couldn’t help it. My maternal instincts took over and I yelled, “Do you have a death wish, Cory? I would like to have a boyfriend for more than like two weeks.”
In a non-chalant way, Cory glanced at me as he sailed over the pipe and said, “Don’t worry, Lexie. I’m good.”
At that moment, his friends totally missed the ramp and did a nose dive into the concrete.
We all groaned in unison, but then Cory’s friend, Wyatt, waved his hand at us and acted like he “meant” to use the cement as his own personal kleenex.
Just then, Cory came over and asked, “Want to skate with me, Lexie? You brought your board. Right?”
I arched an eyebrow. “So, are you done trying to dance with death? Looks like Wyatt got a nosebleed. Blood looks good on him, but I don’t think it’s your color.”
He laughed. “Aww…you’re cute when you worry about me.”
Lifting the side of my mouth, I said, “Who says I’m worried? I just don’t want to have to take your ass to the hospital.” When his face fell, I grinned to let him know I was kidding. He often mistook what I thought was witty sarcasm for reality.
Throwing me a sheepish grin, he pulled out his phone. “I totally don’t do anything really dangerous. See, look at these maniacs. I could only wish I was this good.”
My eyes popped. I realized there was a whole world out there full of crazier idiots than my boyfriend. Who knew?
But then he started giving me that look. You know, the one that pureed me into a puddle of Lexie goo. I could stare into his baby browns all night.
Eyebrows raised, he said, “Come on, Lexie. Let’s go.”
He grabbed my hand and we skated, leaving my friends. All my anxieties about him getting perpetual strawberries all over his face, arms…well…body, flew away with the Brindleton Bay breeze. A warm hand can do that, you know.
I noticed Wyatt screaming at the moon like a frustrated werewolf. Poor guy. His nose had grown three sizes since his last wipeout.
Something I noticed as we zipped around the park: that cheesy pose from The Titanic was way less goofy when doing it with your boyfriend (on a shared skateboard). And without the impending (SPOILER ALERT, FOLKS) death as a melodramatic backdrop.
I couldn’t get this out of my mind–Me, Lexie Day, had a boyfriend! I wanted to shout it on top of all the lighthouses. Well, maybe just rub it in that bitch-for-brains diva, Emery Straud’s, face. Girl would not stop giving me crap. She’d been making fun of me since I was eight years old. But now, I didn’t care about her bullying. I had Cory who thought I was cool. Well…maybe at least semi-cool. Okay, fine. Awkward but lovable.
We took a break and rested in the middle of the park. I couldn’t stop grinning. My life was a goofy, bubblegum, teen romance novel and I loved it!
“Are you sure you don’t want to sit on the bench? I can make my friends leave,” Cory said. He was so sweet!!!
Patting his knee, I shook my head. “I love it right here. We can watch the moon rise. The benches are too close to the ramps to see it.”
Wrapping his arm around me, he said, “I didn’t know you were a romantic. I like it.”
Leaning into him, I threatened, “Tell anyone and I’ll force you to go to my art club tomorrow.” Cory hated art. He loved music, but made fun of my incessant anime doodling.
He kissed my ear then whispered, “I’ll go with you to art club tomorrow even though your secret is safe.”
Aww…did I somehow acquire a rabbit’s foot, four leaf clover, and horseshoe all at once or something? How did I get this lucky?
The moon was covered by clouds, but it didn’t matter. We cuddled in that romantic setting anyway.
I’m in full move lunacy! That means I won’t have another update until next Monday.