Skill is Hard to Find (Ryan Sheckler Love Story)

Skill is Hard to Find (Ryan Sheckler Love Story)

Hey guys.

I know he isn't that famous but I love Ryan sheckler so I hope you enjoy this story! Rate and somment plz!

Name: Parker Jones
Age: 18 (pretend hes only 20)
Lokk like girl in pic.
Personality: Skater, tomboy, short tember, stongwilled, courageous
Size : 5'5; 102 pounds

Chapter 3


*Ryan's P.O.V*

Shes a girl. And she landed a 1080. Crap this is bad for my reputation. And look at her, she's gorgeuos! "But she's a girl!" I shouted, closing my mouth. "Oh yeah? And tell me, whats so bad about girls?" she asked, putting her hand on her hip and showing off her perfect curves. Snap out of it! I shouted at myself but damn she was fine. Hey! guys will be guys. "Um nothing. It's just I'm kinda in shock." I said, checking her out once more. She made a disgusted noise and rolled her eyes, turing around and going back to grab her board. "Stop looking at my azz." she said, not even glancing behind her. I blushed. Wait no! Ryan Shecklar does not blush. Crap shes getting to me.

*Parker's P.O.V*

He was so checking me out. After I grabbed my board I flipped it over and rolled over to my car. I threw it in the back with a 'thunk' and Tyler came over to me. "Where are you going?" he asked, gazing at me. "Home." I told him, yanking open my door and jumping in. "Why?" he complained like a little kid. "Because I don't want to be here." I told him matter-of-factly. "Well then, do you wanna go see a movie or something?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck. "Um like a date?" I asked, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I knew this was going to happen one day. "Only if you want it to be." he told me, glancing up from beneathe his eyelashes.

"I-I'm sorry Tyler. I-I just can't." I told him, stumbling to get the words out. I closed the window and started my truck, pulling out and headed anywhere but home.

*Ryan's P.O.V*

I saw her pull out and her friend was starring in defeat after her. I walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Girls are tough" I told him. He looked up at me but just pulled away and got on his skateboard. I watched him leave and went back to my car. There was a group of people surrounding me but I didn't care. I just wanted yo go home.

Crappy chapter I know. Thinking about stopping this one. Comment and tell me if i should or not

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