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Bored.

I’m fucking bored out of my mind.

All my schoolwork is complete. Even some of it I’ve worked ahead on, and yet, I’m bored.

I never realized how much time skating took up in my life until I couldn’t do it anymore.

God, I miss skating.

I miss the cool air on my face, the way that fresh ice feels under my blades. Most of all, I miss pushing my body as hard as I can and doing as many spins and tricks as possible. I miss it all.

My phone vibrates next to me, so I pick it up. When I see his name, I can’t help but smile. The last thing I am when I’m with Brett is bored.

I open his text and chuckle.

Brett

Give me a reason to ditch class. I’m bored out of my mind.

Me

Funny, I was just having a pity party thinking about how bored I am.

Brett

Let’s do something.

Me

Like?

Brett

Actually, I have an idea. Do you trust me?

Me

You know I do.

Brett

Good. I’ll come pick you up. Pack a bag.

Pack a bag. He already has some of my things at his place, but apparently, he wants more.

He’s asking me to pack a bag so I’ll stay.

What the man doesn’t realize is I will gladly stay with him, which scares me to death.

Me

I can drive to your place, you know.

Brett

I’ll be there soon. Now get ready.

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