The cool wind is blowing through my hair. My skateboard bumps when I run over a star. As I pass over them I look at the names written on them.
Suddenly, I stop. I fall landing on all fours.
Jack: Yo, watch where you're going.
Y/N: Oh, oh my god. I'm so sorry, Jack. Are you ok?
Jack: Yeah I'm fine. Wait. How d-
Y/N: I listen to Why Don't We if you're asking how I know your name.
Jack: Ahh I see. Are you ok? You're bleeding a lot. I'll help clean you up if you want.
Y/N: N-n-no I'm fine, I've fallen a lot around here.
Jack: That's the exact reason they have skateparks you know.
Y/N: Yeah I know, but I'm new around here so I don't know where one is.
Jack: Well, if you want I can show you my favorite one tomorrow.
Y/N: Wait, really? Yeah, I'd love to see it.
Jack: Ok! Here, give me your phone.
Y/N: Why? What if I have stuff I don't want you seeing on here?
Jack: I'm not going to snoop. I'm just going to put my number in your contacts.
Y/N: Oh ok.
You hand Jack your phone and he puts in his number.
Jack: There, have your phone back. Tomorrow we snoop.
Y/N: That makes no sense, but WE snoop through each other's phones. You get mine, I get yours.
Jack: We have ourselves a deal. Text me tomorrow around 9 saying who it is and send me your location. I'll pick you up around noon.
Y/N: Ok. Bye, Jack!
Jack: Bye, wait I don't know your name.
Y/N: My name is Y/N.
Jack: I like that. Y/N. It has a ring to it. Anyways, goodbye Y/N.
Y/N: Goodbye Jack.