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Jon and Fred had a friendship that bloomed into something weird and awkward the two knew of but wouldn't ever mention,, the glances and occasional leg touching. The way they both depended on eachother at that point.
But it was never said, or talked about..if a mention of it was even talked of for a second the other would deflect or change the subject and it was...okay like that.
It was late at night, not exactly pitch black in the sky yet but it was faded to a dull purple.
Fred and Jonathan both had skateboards in hand but only one of them was skating around, Jonathan was sat atop the drop with his legs crossed, watching fred skate around while occasionally texting on his flipphone. Though the silence was broke when fred stopped his board at the bottom and looked up at jonathan, grinning like some stupid puppy. "Jon." Waving his arms around to be extra and gain more of his attention.
Jonathan stopped texting when he heard Fred's voice and saw his arms waving. Sparing him a glance he raised an eyebrow at him "..what?" Flipping the phone closed and setting it down.
Fred kept that dopey smile plastered on his face and he kicked his board up into his hand "M'gonna do the drop watch me man." Nodding along with his words as he went up to where jonathan was.
"Whats so special about the drop you've done it like a million times." Jonathan questioned him and raised an eyebrow.
"Just shut up and watch." Fred stuffed his hand in Jonathan's face to which jonathan responded with by scrunching his face up like a cat and furrowing his eyebrows.
"Asshole.." Jonathan muttered and watched fred set his board on the edge while putting a foot on the edge of it.
Fred didnt really have anything cool he was gonna do he just wanted Jonathan to watch him and stop texting on his phone. Leaning the board forward and he did the drop which was, fairly normal there wasnt anything cool or odd about it!
Jonathan watched him with a bored expression on his face and he scooted forward more, watching fred before he covered his mouth just. Oouuhh..,
When Fred was going down the inital dip he totally face planted off of the board! Smacked his nose against the concrete of the skateboards drop and his hat was knocked off. Sitting up quickly fred groaned, then he felt the blood trickle down onto his lip. "The fuck!" First thought wasnt to even wipe the blood he reached for his hat first and pulled it on. Fixing it on his head
Jonathan stifled out a snicker and he covered his mouth fully staring at fred pulling the hat back on, giggling out. "Was..that what you wanted me to." He snorted a bit "watch?" Jonathan gave up on trying to hide his giggle and he stared at fred
Fred felt his face burn and he rolled his eyes at Jonathan's giggles "shit man not even an ..are you okay? Fuck." He went back up and he got closer to Jonathan and tilted his head up slightly, "is it bad?"
Jonathan was finished giggling by the time fred had gotten back up and he inspected the nose bleed "..nah. here hold on." Jonathan reached into his pocket, digging a bit as he pulled out a piece of paper. "Here. Not ideal..but." he snickered a bit at fred again.
Fred raised his eyebrow at the paper, "why the fuck do you still have this." He used it to wipe at his nose and toplip regardless though, but he did it on the blank space.
"I dunno. I dont wear these pants often man It was just in there. I didnt take it out." Jonathan shrugged slightly and then grabbed his phone, dropping it into his pocket and he grabbed his skateboard, tucking it under his arm as he reached a hand out for fred to grab onto,
Fred reached up and grabbed his hand. Hoisting himself up as he put the bloodied paper into his pocket which probably wasnt the greatest idea..kind of gross in retrospect especially to somebody else but fred didnt care most likely.
Jonathan started walking from the skatepark with fred by his side, "you know it was pretty cool till you totally ate shit..I think that took the cake." Jonathan teased and nudged fred.
Fred glanced up at jonathan and stared kind of like an angered cat, scoffing. "Whatever... fuckin jagoff." Stuffing his hands into his pockets as his skateboard was also tucked under his arm.
The paper was Fred's phone number from when they first mettttt...