Jensen and Shaun, backdated to 5/4/2013
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om_mainJensen and Shaun hang out and it seems like something vaguely resembling roommate bonding happens.
Jensen shoved his laptop into his computer bag and looked over at his roommate. Should he ask? He couldn’t tell. It was one of those quiet and hard to read days of his. It wasn’t like they didn’t ever hang out. They did sometimes. It was maybe 60/40. Most of the when he asked the answer he got was a resounding no, then the other times it was like they were almost...friends. They hung out, Shaun seemed to like being around him, they had a lot of fun... Alright, so he had a lot of fun and it seemed like Shaun had a lot of fun too, but still.
“I’m going into town. Want to come?” The words came out with a comfortable casualness Jensen wasn’t feeling. He was expecting a no, but it didn’t hurt to ask, right? He just didn’t want to be chasing someone around like a lost puppy dog. If they didn’t want anything to do with him then he didn’t want anything to do with them either. Cause fuck that and hadn’t he already learned that lesson in his freshman year of high school? Except apparently not because despite everything here he was wishing he was better at understanding people, wishing he knew which Shaun wanted, wishing that this back and forth, going to give him whiplash bullshit would stop so he’d know, good or bad, where he stood. ‘Cause the dude was cool and funny and they liked the same shit and Jensen just...liked hanging out with him.
"Yes," Shaun said immediately, logging off his computer and swinging his legs over the side of his bed to pull on his shoes. He was antsy and bored, irritated at sitting still too long, and that the reason he wouldn't go do something was because he kept hoping George would come on. He missed her, but what else was new? Why should he have to sit around, hoping she'd get online?
He was struck by a sudden pang of guilt for thinking that, feeling like something of a traitor, knowing that George was probably being made to do something by their parents, and that sitting around waiting wasn't so bad if it could make her feel less alone. He did need to get out, though, so he pushed it back as he pulled on a hoodie and grabbed his wallet and keys. "What do you want to do?" he asked, stuffing his hands deep into his hoodie pockets.
The answer resulted in a big grin from Jensen, “Awesome.” See? Shaun did want to hang out with him.
“Um, not much,” Jensen answered as he slung his computer bag over his shoulder. “Get some job applications, visit the comic book shop. No plans other than that really, but I’m open to suggestions.” He turned on his heel toward his desk, pointing at it searchingly until he spotted what he was looking for and grabbed his keys. Pocketing them, he turned back to face Shaun and grinned.
"Cool," he said, grinning back at Jensen a little as he headed out. He zipped his hoodie up, bracing himself a little as they headed out to the garage, because even if it was starting to warm up, it wasn't nearly warm enough for him. In his pocket, he toyed with his phone, but refused to actually check it. It hadn't even rung, and a message wouldn't magically appear just because he missed her.
"Where are you thinking of applying?" he asked as they got in the car Jensen picked, and he put the soles of his shoes against the dash, arms clasped under his knees. "You should apply to the comic book store."
Jensen glanced up from plugging in his iPod at Shaun, smiling a little, “Yeah?” He looked back down and shrugged like it wasn’t something he really fucking wanted and if he didn’t get hired, like he pretty sure would be the case, then whatever, didn’t matter, not important. “Maybe. I thought about it.” Queuing up a playlist, he started the car and pulled out of the garage.
“I’ll go wherever’ll hire me,” he said as Seven Nation Army started to play. He flashed a grin Shaun’s way. “So, if I end up as a Strip-O-Gram or something don’t be too surprised.”
Shaun cracked a grin as he drummed out the bass line on his knee, his foot picking up the drum when it came in. "I'm sure there are plenty of people around the school that would be willing to give you work, if that ends up being the case." He sunk back into his seat, looking out the window as they drove. All the snow was melted and it was actually becoming spring, even if he was a little resentful of the fact that in California it was in the seventies. Still, almost anything was better than snow.
“Yeah, the line’ll go right around the block,” Jensen replied, the wry tone and the smile that came with it suggesting he was joking. "Scrawny, white boy with no rhythm. Why hasn’t anyone tried for that niche market before?” His fingers drummed against the steering wheel to the beat of the song. “You know Jack White said he got the title from what he used to called the Salvation Army as a kid? It’s weirdly fitting in a way given that the Salvation Army are a bunch of d-bags.”
"Maybe it's an untapped market," Shaun suggested with a hint of a grin, caring more about the pun than if it made complete sense in the context. "And, yes, they are a veritable bag of dicks." One day, he'd stop being surprised at all the random trivia Jensen could spout off the top of his head, but he really had no idea how he remembered all this stuff. "That's cool, though."
Jensen laughed at ‘untapped market’. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I thought so.” He stopped at a red light and picked up his iPod, scrolling through his playlist. Lighting on a new song, he started it up and dropped the iPod back into the cup holder. “It’s too bad the Salvation Army would probably completely miss the point and use it as their, I don’t even fucking know, their power song or something. Fucking Go Team, Go.”
Shaun snerked as he leaned back in his seat, pushing his hand through his hair. "Probably. Marketing teams aren't especially known for their self-awareness, either. I mean, the fucking Olympics using "London Calling" on all their ads." He had the urge to check his phone, but instead worked on re-lacing his shoes, even if a little guilt did niggle at him. "Hey, I think that the comic book store is right around where the skate shop is. Do you mind if we drop by there for a few minutes?"
“Sure. Don’t mind at all.” The light turned green and Jensen started driving again, head bobbing along to Journey. “You skateboard, right?” He’d seen the board around their room and Shaun had used it in his Youtube videos a few times. “That’s awesome. I always thought it’d be something cool to learn. It probably originated in California, you know. That’s the theory anyway. Surfers created it in, like, the 40’s or 50’s so they’d have something to do when the waves were shit.”
"You're better than Wikipedia." He watched Jensen with an amused expression; Journey wasn't something he particularly liked, but Jensen seemed to love it, and it was funny to watch him whenever it was playing. "And yeah, I do." He thought for a moment, picking at a fraying spot in his jeans before adding, "I could teach you, you know. If you wanted."
Jensen grinned. So what if Wikipedia wasn’t always the most reliable source of information? He’d totally take the compliment. And, wow, holy shit, the offer too. His grin grew at it, surprise and happiness this tight but light-as-air feeling in his chest. He quickly tried to tone it down, that big smile, not wanting to show just how excited he was. “I would want. That’d be cool. Really cool.”
"Yeah? Cool," Shaun said, settling back in his seat more, but his grin showed even more enthusiasm that he let on in his voice. He knew other video bloggers who did the stuff he did, but no one that he actually hung out with. George and Buffy were happy enough to watch him, but it wasn't something that they were into themselves, by any means. "Awesome. There's an outdoor park not too far that's free, since it's part of the park system. If we can find you a cheap or used board, I can help you fix it up and shit."
“Thanks, man,” Jensen said with a grin. He had no idea how much a skateboard cost regularly, but it probably wasn’t cheap and seeing as he was tight on money already it was unlikely he’d be able to afford a new one. “Used isn’t so bad. Half the stuff I own was pre-owned and I just fixed it up. Oooh, I could totally find some stickers to decorate that bad boy with. Geek it the fuck out. That’d be awesome.”
Jensen turned into a parking lot that was down the street from the comic book shop. He found an empty space easily and pulled in, turning the car off and then unplugging his iPod. “Whelp,” he said, tucking both the keys and iPod into his computer bag. “We’re here.” It was too bad actually. The drive had been nice. Getting out of the car, he slung his bag crossways over his shoulder and stretched long and slow.
"There is a lot you can fix on a board," Shaun explained as he got out of the car, watching Jensen stretch for a moment before slipping his hands into his pockets. He was pretty excited about this whole skateboarding idea - it would be fun, and it could be cool to fix up an old board. "I've got some old trucks and shit you can use until you get your own, too. Also, one thing that's cool is you can cut away the tape so that you can put a sticker on the top of your deck? It looks especially good when the sticker's negative space is transparent, and you have your deck stained a color."
Feeling like he was rambling, he ran a hand through his hair, glancing over once as they walked up to the shop. "Are you getting anything?"
Jensen listened to Shaun talked about skateboards with interest. It was cool stuff and he loved listening to people talk about things they were passionate about. It was also the most he’d heard Shaun say at once in awhile. Dude, was fucking lighting up practically, so, yeah, he was gonna pay attention. “Um, yeah, I’m gonna look around,” he answered, glancing over. “I’m behind on a few issues of Saga and there’s a Mass Effect trade I’ve wanted to get for awhile. It won’t take long.”
“I should look at stickers while I’m in there. Maybe we can do that thing with whatever skateboard I end up with,” Jensen said, trying to turn the conversation back onto what’d had Shaun so interested. He sounded excited by the prospect and he visibly perked up as another thought occurred to him. “I could get cool wheels too! That’s a thing, right?”
"Take your time, I don't need to be anywhere," he said with a shrug, though he perked up a little at the words Mass Effect. He grinned as Jensen brought back up skateboards, though, and happily continued on that conversation path. "Yeah, totally." He opened the door for him, waiting before following him inside. "They have a lot of different colors and designs. I'm partial to Ricta, my board has Clouds from them. They're soft, so they ride smooth, and the are great for filming. I keep thinking I'll test something else out, but I just keep getting these. There's plenty to choose from, though, and since filming isn't really a priority for you, you can use basically anything you like." He laughed and rolled his eyes, feeling like he was going on again. "So, uh, yeah, to answer your question in way too much detail, it's a thing."
As Jensen listened he was filing away ‘Ricta’ and ‘Clouds’ so he remembered the brands, making a mental note to check out those skateboarding videos of Shaun’s again later. “Don’t knock the detail, man. I asked, didn’t I?” he pointed out good-naturedly. “Besides,” the comic store employee greeted them and he gave him a wave in return. “I like the detail. I like knowing that sort of stuff. It’s interesting.”
Jensen went over to the shelves of trade paperbacks. His eyes moved over the titles, scouring not only for the title he’d come here for but anything that caught his eye too. He was always on the look out for a new comic to try. “You’ll have to come with me when I get all this stuff,” he said as he searched, glancing over at Shaun and lowering his voice when he realized he’d followed him to the bookshelves. “Give me professional advice.”
"Sure, man. I'd love to," he said with a grin, tagging along behind Jensen. He just stood there, glancing over the the rows of colorful covers. A couple caught his eye, but he didn't touch any, not sure exactly what to do with it all. Instead he shoved his hands into his pockets, paying attention to what Jensen seemed interested in. "What's a trade?"
“Trade paperback or TPB,” Jensen answered, looking over at Shaun. “Oh! Or a graphic novel.” He laughed at himself like, duh, how could he forget. “It’s a bunch of comics reprinted in a bound book. Usually it’ll contain a story arc, but sometimes it’ll be a collection of stories. Sometimes they’ll have additional content which is really cool. Like, alternate cover-art or unprinted stories or introductions.” He got more excited the more he explained, talking quickly and animatedly. “I like collecting comics, but it can take up so much fucking room. And it can get expensive too. TPBs kinda...get around that problem, I guess. Now I only ever really buy the comics I want to collect or can’t wait for the trade for.”
"Oh, okay. Cool. That makes sense." He glanced over at a shelf with books that he now figured must be trades, reading the spines and smiling at familiar titles like Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Star Wars. "Seems like it'd be easier to read, too. Aren't comics like chapters, sort of? It'd drive me nuts, having to wait. I like reading everything all at once." He put his hands into his pockets, and went back to hovering behind Jensen. "Um, did you say there were Mass Effect ones earlier?"
Jensen was about to agree when Shaun asked him about Mass Effect and any further explanation about trades was completely forgotten. His attention snapped onto him in surprise and he excitedly asked, “You like Mass Effect? Awesome!” Grinning, he started looking for the book with a renewed vigilance. “There’re a few volumes. Liara, Aria, and the Illusive Man.” He counted them off on his fingers. “The one I’m looking for is called Homeworlds. It’s a set of short stories about Garrus, Vega, Tali, and Liara.” He made a victorious ‘a-hah!’ as he found what he was looking for and pulled out the trade as well as another one for Shaun to look at. “This is the Aria one. I liked it a lot.”
Shaun accepted it from him, flipping through the book slowly, careful not to go too far and chance ruining something for himself. "Do you mind if I read the one you're getting sometime?" he asked, glancing up at it for a moment before checking the price of the one he had. "I really like Garrus, so I'd like to read that one." He turned the book over in his hands again, considering it for a moment before adding, "I think I'll get this one."
The grin was practically nonstop now. The prospect of sharing the stuff he loved was kinda exciting. Jensen had never done that before. “Garrus is awesome,” he agreed. “You can definitely borrow this one. You can borrow any of my comics if you want. I don’t mind. If you like aliens and shit, you should check out Saga sometime. It’s great. Star Wars has some good comics too.” As he said this, he was already looking for examples, pulling the first volume of Saga out and then Tales of the Jedi. “Dead Space too, though those are more horror sci-fi.” He stopped there because air and because he’d realized he was probably just being annoying now. “But, um, yeah. Those are all good.”
"Dead Space?" Shaun asked, looking up from where he'd been glancing through Saga, eyebrows raised with interest. "I've played Dead Space. Only the first one, but I've been meaning to play the others." He put Saga back on the shelf, making a note to look it up again if Jensen asked him along again. "And yeah, I like Mass Effect. Haven't finished 3, so no spoilers. I don't play a lot of games, but I like sci-fi ones." He shrugged a little, then the corner of his mouth turned up in a small grin. "And thanks. Um, you can borrow my books too sometime, if you want. You take care of your shit, so...yeah, I don't mind."
“Cool,” Jensen said with a grin. “Thanks.” He tucked the graphic novel under his arm, grinned at Shaun again, and then moved down to where the new releases were displayed. The issue of Saga that he was missing was right there at the front of the stack, so he grabbed it and tucked it under his arm with his other comic. “So, you like some video games then?” He tried to sound casual, but excitement was this bubbly feeling inside of him, like he was going to fucking vomit it up in ramble and energy. He wanted to keep this going, wanted them to keep talking and getting along like this.
"Yeah," he said with a nod, slipping his hands into his pockets as he watched Jensen look through the new releases. "I'm not really a gamer, I started out playing Mass Effect and loved it, and I've played a couple of things since then. I'm kind of interested in Bioshock, since that new one is coming out. It's not really sci-fi, but it still looks cool." He shrugged as he trailed off, glancing over to Jensen. "What games do you play?"
Jensen let out a little laugh. “I think a better question would by what games do I not play,” he said with amused self-deprecation. “Action-adventure and survival horror are probably what I play the most. Um...” He slowly perused the shelves. He’d had everything he’d come here for, but they were talking so he kept looking not wanting the conversation to end just yet. “I love Mass Effect and Bioshock. Resident Evil, but the older ones are the best. Same with Silent Hill. Dead Space. Uncharted. Um, Left 4 Dead, Heavy Rain, Gears of War, Portal, Tomb Raider, Borderlands... Halo can be fun.” He laughed at himself again, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, yeaaah, a lot.”
“Maybe we should play sometime,” Jensen suggested, sounding casually though he felt anything but, as he flipped through a comic that’d had an interesting cover. “I know some of them aren’t really two-player games, but it could be fun.” He smiled at Shaun.
Shaun laughed at Jensen’s long list, listening even though he was losing track of the titles before he was even done. Some he’d heard of, but most he was clueless about. “I saw the Silent Hill movie,” he said unhelpfully, then rubbed his neck. “But it’s probably not anything like the game.”
He turned to look at a display of action figures, grinning when he saw a plastic TARDIS on the shelf. “And, sure, that sounds good.” It would mean less time for George, a voice piped up, and the familiar pang of guilt twisted up in his stomach. Maybe he could find a time that would work around both.
Jensen grinned, surprised but happy, “Awesome.” This roommate outing was turning out to be a huge success. They had plans for hanging out again not once but twice, and both came with the implication that there would be more times. “I, um,” he lifted up his comics, “I’ve got everything I came here for if you want to head to the skate shop now. I’ve just gotta pay and ask for an application.” He didn’t have high hopes since they didn’t have a hiring sign in the window, but he might as well ask anyway. He was here after all.
"Okay, cool. I'll get this too." He held up the book he'd decided on before heading to the desk. He ended up going first, since Jensen had to ask questions, and after paying he ended up milling around the door, glancing at pins while he waited for his roommate. When he spotted him heading his way, he looked over, eyebrows raised in question. "Any luck?"
Shrugging as he carefully tucked his comic books away in his computer bag, Jensen said, “He said he’d take a look at it, but no promises. They aren’t really hiring.” He opened the door for Shaun and then followed him out of the store. “You’ll have to let me know what you think about the comic.” He was excited Shaun was interested, that someone actually wanted to try a recommendation he’d made. He couldn’t wait until he read it and they could talk all about it. Or, well, Shaun could talk and he would fanboy like the ginormous nerdy fanboy that he was.
Shaun frowned at Jensen's response, even though it was what he figured would probably happen. He just knew that Jensen really wanted the job and that he really needed the money, so the fact one wasn't available when he'd be great at it was disappointing. He didn't mention it, though, instead focusing on the second thing Jensen had said. "Yeah, I definitely will. I'm excited, I had no idea they made Mass Effect comics."
Once they were in the car, he flipped through a little, but closed it back up, wanting to wait until he got back to their room. "We should ask the guys at the skate shop if they know of anyone getting rid of an old deck," he said, contorting himself in his seat until he was comfortable.
Jensen smiled at the way Shaun squished himself up onto the seat. “Yeah, definitely,” he agreed with a nod as he started the car. “Maybe we’ll have better luck there.”
The car pulled out of the parking lot and took a left, heading down the street. They passed storefront after storefront, the places having a weird, vague familiarity now that he’d gone into town a few times. “Um, so what kind of skateboard do you own?” he asked as they drove. “It looks cool.” And could he sound anymore lame?
"Thanks," he said, grinning over at Jensen. He liked his skateboard a lot, had saved to put together a really good one, and was proud of it. "The brand of the deck is Enjoi, with an i, not a y. It's nice, it's got great pop, the graphic doesn't scrape off too easily - there are some that you can basically scrape off with your fingernail - and the wood doesn't chip easily. The rest of it is a mix of stuff. Premade boards are good if you're starting out and you're stressed out researching, but I personally like putting them together myself." He glanced over, suddenly conscious of the fact it was probably more information than Jensen had wanted, and laughed. "I like talking about my equipment. Don't get me started on my camera."
Jensen listened interestedly, smiling a little as Shaun got more and more into detail. A glance over at him now and again told him that his expression was getting just as animated and enthusiastic as his voice. It was the second time they’d talked about skateboarding today and he wasn’t any less into it. It was obvious how much he loved it. “I think I want to get you started on your camera,” he said, grinning. Then, “Sooo, camera? I don’t know much about those unless they’re, like, disposable. Except this one time I planted a hidden camera at school to prove this dick was vandalizing my locker.” He’d gotten his proof and gotten the kid in trouble, but he’d gotten in trouble too. Something about inappropriate use of technology on school property or something.
"I can see why they might have had a problem with that." Shaun laughed, glancing over to Jensen. He could understand why he did it, though - sometimes being right was more important than getting in trouble. Though, George would probably tell him to stop being an idiot.
"And don't say I didn't warn you," he said before starting in on his camera, still dubious of whether Jensen would actually be interested once he realized how boring the topic could be. "I started on a Kodak Zi8 that I got off of eBay, and I used that for about a year? But eventually I wanted something with better quality, so I went for the Canon EOS Rebel T4i DSLR camera, and it is amazing. The video is fantastic, and the sound isn't great? But I just got an external mic for it and it's great. I also have a camera that attaches to my helmet or head, and that's what I use to get those first person action shots I use on the videos for my secondary channel." He rambled on about specifications for several minutes until he looked up, pointing out the window. "There, that's it."
“Thanks,” Jensen said and he turned the car into the parking lot. “That’s really cool, man. I figured that stuff was intense, but I never realized just how intense.” He chuckled and grinned. “Too bad I didn’t know you when I needed to hide that camera, huh? Maybe the high-def Jensen is a fag loser would have convinced the principle to go a bit easier on me,” he said, making light of the situation as if convincing someone else it hadn’t been a big deal would actually make it hurt less. He did a good job of it, of sounding like it hadn’t bothered him as much as it actually had, but then he had practice at that, didn’t he?
Jensen pulled the car into a parking space and turned off the engine. “I always wondered what you used,” he continued in pretty much the same breath. “The video quality was noticeably better than the other videos I watched.”
Shaun shifted uncomfortably at the slur, and the casualness Jensen had related it having been aimed at him, like it was something ordinary. He was grateful that Jensen kept going, saving him from having to come up with something to reply to it with, and that getting out of the car gave him a second to school his expression. "Thanks," he said, glancing at Jensen over the car, the corner of his mouth turning up in a grin. "It started becoming especially important when I started filming a lot of motion." He held the door open for Jensen as they reached the building, waiting for him to go to enter.
“Thanks,” Jensen said, smiling and going into the store. He turned after, walking backwards so he could still talk to the other boy. “I bet it did. Guess it would defeat the purpose of shooting motion stuff if it was all blurry. Though, maybe if you covered it all up with a couple of lens-flares people would have thought you were,” he made jazz hands and grinned, “artsy.”
Turning back around, Jensen looked at the wall of skateboard decks. “Holy shit,” he said because, wow, those were a lot of fucking skateboards. “Oh, dude, that one is awesome!” He pointed to a deck that said Game Over and had a badass-looking robot on it while his loud, enthusiastic voice got him a few looks.
Shaun was about to add something about slow mo and shitty indie music when Jensen's attention was drawn to the skateboards, and he chuckled, giving a dirty look to one of the guys rolling his eyes at Jensen. "Oh, yeah, that one is from Real Skateboards. They have some video game themed boards, too, like Pac Man and Donkey Kong." He scanned the wall until he spotted one, and pointed it out with a gloved hand. "There, see that Space Invaders one?"
Really, Shaun had Jensen had video game themed boards, but then the Space Invaders one was pointed out to him and he really started geeking out. He clapped his hands on Shaun shoulders, squeezing them as he bounced once, “Oh, dude!” and then away to get a closer look. “That is wicked cool! Look at the little aliens! I fucking love that one.” Unfortunately, the price tag meant it would be an unrequited love in which he would only ever love it from afar, but still! Look how fucking awesome it was! “Shit, dude, I had no idea there were so many different kinds!”
The touch on his shoulders took him by surprise, a mixture of never being completely comfortable with touch and the fact that no one had in months. He startled, but by the time he reacted, Jensen was already moving on, staring at the board. He chuckled a little to himself and shook his head as he moved towards the sheets of grip tape. "Yeah, each company has their own designs for decks, and they all have a lot of different ones. You can also get a blank and spray paint your own design into the deck, or use stickers or something...people decorate them in a lot of different ways."
“I’m not very,” Jensen glanced from the Space Invaders deck at Shaun and made a so-so gesture with his hand that was apparently supposed to indicate, “artistic. So the spray painting my own design thing is probably not for me.” He laughed. “Like, at all. Stickers though. That I could do.” Oh! He could make a superhero board! That would be awesome!
He turned away from the wall of decks and face Shaun. “So yours--Did you buy it like that or did you design it yourself?” he asked. “It’s cool.” ...Annnnd he’d already said that. Way to be not awkward. Good job.
"By all means, say it again. I never get tired of hearing how cool I am," Shaun laughed, giving Jensen his best for-the-camera grin before instantly dropping away his show persona and rubbing a hand through his hair. "Thanks. I did it myself. Since I was filming, I didn't want to deal with the bullshit of people accusing me of being paid by the company or whatever, so I figured it'd be best to do it myself. It's an Enjoi deck, but I layered the pink over, and then just got a flower stencil and spray painted. Easy, even for the artistically challenged like myself."
He eyed the hardware tools on the wall, almost grabbing the same model as the one he'd forgotten to pack, before a tool kit in the shape of a carabiner caught his eye. "Besides, I've seen those models you build. That's art."
Jensen smiled a little, flattered by the compliment, but then shrugged as he poked at pastel pink wheels that made him think of his sister’s soccer team, “Nah, that’s just screwing around.” It wasn’t real art. He just did it for fun and for himself. No one else was all that interested in them. Besides, they weren’t really that good anyway.
“So, what are we here for? Can I help you find anything or something?” Jensen came over to see what Shaun was looking at and his eyes went wide. “Oooh, what’s that? It’s pretty. And shiny.” He read the labeling. “That is a sexy, sexy tool, dude.” It was multifunctional and easy to carry around! He loved shit like that.
It's a tool kit. It's a carabiner, and pieces can slide out to be used as different size wrenches, plus a screwdriver, file, some other stuff. It's cool because you can take it skating and if anything happens, you can fix it right there. I forgot my other tool back in California, so I needed to grab a new one." He passed it to Jensen to let him play with, then ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, that's all I need. I want to grab a skate card and we can ask about used boards, then we can go?"
Jensen looked up from fiddling with the toolkit carabiner (which was as cool as it looked, btw. It was like the skateboarder’s equivalent of a Swiss Army knife). He flashed a thumbs-up. “Sounds good,” he said. “Lead the way, dude.”
Jensen shoved his laptop into his computer bag and looked over at his roommate. Should he ask? He couldn’t tell. It was one of those quiet and hard to read days of his. It wasn’t like they didn’t ever hang out. They did sometimes. It was maybe 60/40. Most of the when he asked the answer he got was a resounding no, then the other times it was like they were almost...friends. They hung out, Shaun seemed to like being around him, they had a lot of fun... Alright, so he had a lot of fun and it seemed like Shaun had a lot of fun too, but still.
“I’m going into town. Want to come?” The words came out with a comfortable casualness Jensen wasn’t feeling. He was expecting a no, but it didn’t hurt to ask, right? He just didn’t want to be chasing someone around like a lost puppy dog. If they didn’t want anything to do with him then he didn’t want anything to do with them either. Cause fuck that and hadn’t he already learned that lesson in his freshman year of high school? Except apparently not because despite everything here he was wishing he was better at understanding people, wishing he knew which Shaun wanted, wishing that this back and forth, going to give him whiplash bullshit would stop so he’d know, good or bad, where he stood. ‘Cause the dude was cool and funny and they liked the same shit and Jensen just...liked hanging out with him.
"Yes," Shaun said immediately, logging off his computer and swinging his legs over the side of his bed to pull on his shoes. He was antsy and bored, irritated at sitting still too long, and that the reason he wouldn't go do something was because he kept hoping George would come on. He missed her, but what else was new? Why should he have to sit around, hoping she'd get online?
He was struck by a sudden pang of guilt for thinking that, feeling like something of a traitor, knowing that George was probably being made to do something by their parents, and that sitting around waiting wasn't so bad if it could make her feel less alone. He did need to get out, though, so he pushed it back as he pulled on a hoodie and grabbed his wallet and keys. "What do you want to do?" he asked, stuffing his hands deep into his hoodie pockets.
The answer resulted in a big grin from Jensen, “Awesome.” See? Shaun did want to hang out with him.
“Um, not much,” Jensen answered as he slung his computer bag over his shoulder. “Get some job applications, visit the comic book shop. No plans other than that really, but I’m open to suggestions.” He turned on his heel toward his desk, pointing at it searchingly until he spotted what he was looking for and grabbed his keys. Pocketing them, he turned back to face Shaun and grinned.
"Cool," he said, grinning back at Jensen a little as he headed out. He zipped his hoodie up, bracing himself a little as they headed out to the garage, because even if it was starting to warm up, it wasn't nearly warm enough for him. In his pocket, he toyed with his phone, but refused to actually check it. It hadn't even rung, and a message wouldn't magically appear just because he missed her.
"Where are you thinking of applying?" he asked as they got in the car Jensen picked, and he put the soles of his shoes against the dash, arms clasped under his knees. "You should apply to the comic book store."
Jensen glanced up from plugging in his iPod at Shaun, smiling a little, “Yeah?” He looked back down and shrugged like it wasn’t something he really fucking wanted and if he didn’t get hired, like he pretty sure would be the case, then whatever, didn’t matter, not important. “Maybe. I thought about it.” Queuing up a playlist, he started the car and pulled out of the garage.
“I’ll go wherever’ll hire me,” he said as Seven Nation Army started to play. He flashed a grin Shaun’s way. “So, if I end up as a Strip-O-Gram or something don’t be too surprised.”
Shaun cracked a grin as he drummed out the bass line on his knee, his foot picking up the drum when it came in. "I'm sure there are plenty of people around the school that would be willing to give you work, if that ends up being the case." He sunk back into his seat, looking out the window as they drove. All the snow was melted and it was actually becoming spring, even if he was a little resentful of the fact that in California it was in the seventies. Still, almost anything was better than snow.
“Yeah, the line’ll go right around the block,” Jensen replied, the wry tone and the smile that came with it suggesting he was joking. "Scrawny, white boy with no rhythm. Why hasn’t anyone tried for that niche market before?” His fingers drummed against the steering wheel to the beat of the song. “You know Jack White said he got the title from what he used to called the Salvation Army as a kid? It’s weirdly fitting in a way given that the Salvation Army are a bunch of d-bags.”
"Maybe it's an untapped market," Shaun suggested with a hint of a grin, caring more about the pun than if it made complete sense in the context. "And, yes, they are a veritable bag of dicks." One day, he'd stop being surprised at all the random trivia Jensen could spout off the top of his head, but he really had no idea how he remembered all this stuff. "That's cool, though."
Jensen laughed at ‘untapped market’. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I thought so.” He stopped at a red light and picked up his iPod, scrolling through his playlist. Lighting on a new song, he started it up and dropped the iPod back into the cup holder. “It’s too bad the Salvation Army would probably completely miss the point and use it as their, I don’t even fucking know, their power song or something. Fucking Go Team, Go.”
Shaun snerked as he leaned back in his seat, pushing his hand through his hair. "Probably. Marketing teams aren't especially known for their self-awareness, either. I mean, the fucking Olympics using "London Calling" on all their ads." He had the urge to check his phone, but instead worked on re-lacing his shoes, even if a little guilt did niggle at him. "Hey, I think that the comic book store is right around where the skate shop is. Do you mind if we drop by there for a few minutes?"
“Sure. Don’t mind at all.” The light turned green and Jensen started driving again, head bobbing along to Journey. “You skateboard, right?” He’d seen the board around their room and Shaun had used it in his Youtube videos a few times. “That’s awesome. I always thought it’d be something cool to learn. It probably originated in California, you know. That’s the theory anyway. Surfers created it in, like, the 40’s or 50’s so they’d have something to do when the waves were shit.”
"You're better than Wikipedia." He watched Jensen with an amused expression; Journey wasn't something he particularly liked, but Jensen seemed to love it, and it was funny to watch him whenever it was playing. "And yeah, I do." He thought for a moment, picking at a fraying spot in his jeans before adding, "I could teach you, you know. If you wanted."
Jensen grinned. So what if Wikipedia wasn’t always the most reliable source of information? He’d totally take the compliment. And, wow, holy shit, the offer too. His grin grew at it, surprise and happiness this tight but light-as-air feeling in his chest. He quickly tried to tone it down, that big smile, not wanting to show just how excited he was. “I would want. That’d be cool. Really cool.”
"Yeah? Cool," Shaun said, settling back in his seat more, but his grin showed even more enthusiasm that he let on in his voice. He knew other video bloggers who did the stuff he did, but no one that he actually hung out with. George and Buffy were happy enough to watch him, but it wasn't something that they were into themselves, by any means. "Awesome. There's an outdoor park not too far that's free, since it's part of the park system. If we can find you a cheap or used board, I can help you fix it up and shit."
“Thanks, man,” Jensen said with a grin. He had no idea how much a skateboard cost regularly, but it probably wasn’t cheap and seeing as he was tight on money already it was unlikely he’d be able to afford a new one. “Used isn’t so bad. Half the stuff I own was pre-owned and I just fixed it up. Oooh, I could totally find some stickers to decorate that bad boy with. Geek it the fuck out. That’d be awesome.”
Jensen turned into a parking lot that was down the street from the comic book shop. He found an empty space easily and pulled in, turning the car off and then unplugging his iPod. “Whelp,” he said, tucking both the keys and iPod into his computer bag. “We’re here.” It was too bad actually. The drive had been nice. Getting out of the car, he slung his bag crossways over his shoulder and stretched long and slow.
"There is a lot you can fix on a board," Shaun explained as he got out of the car, watching Jensen stretch for a moment before slipping his hands into his pockets. He was pretty excited about this whole skateboarding idea - it would be fun, and it could be cool to fix up an old board. "I've got some old trucks and shit you can use until you get your own, too. Also, one thing that's cool is you can cut away the tape so that you can put a sticker on the top of your deck? It looks especially good when the sticker's negative space is transparent, and you have your deck stained a color."
Feeling like he was rambling, he ran a hand through his hair, glancing over once as they walked up to the shop. "Are you getting anything?"
Jensen listened to Shaun talked about skateboards with interest. It was cool stuff and he loved listening to people talk about things they were passionate about. It was also the most he’d heard Shaun say at once in awhile. Dude, was fucking lighting up practically, so, yeah, he was gonna pay attention. “Um, yeah, I’m gonna look around,” he answered, glancing over. “I’m behind on a few issues of Saga and there’s a Mass Effect trade I’ve wanted to get for awhile. It won’t take long.”
“I should look at stickers while I’m in there. Maybe we can do that thing with whatever skateboard I end up with,” Jensen said, trying to turn the conversation back onto what’d had Shaun so interested. He sounded excited by the prospect and he visibly perked up as another thought occurred to him. “I could get cool wheels too! That’s a thing, right?”
"Take your time, I don't need to be anywhere," he said with a shrug, though he perked up a little at the words Mass Effect. He grinned as Jensen brought back up skateboards, though, and happily continued on that conversation path. "Yeah, totally." He opened the door for him, waiting before following him inside. "They have a lot of different colors and designs. I'm partial to Ricta, my board has Clouds from them. They're soft, so they ride smooth, and the are great for filming. I keep thinking I'll test something else out, but I just keep getting these. There's plenty to choose from, though, and since filming isn't really a priority for you, you can use basically anything you like." He laughed and rolled his eyes, feeling like he was going on again. "So, uh, yeah, to answer your question in way too much detail, it's a thing."
As Jensen listened he was filing away ‘Ricta’ and ‘Clouds’ so he remembered the brands, making a mental note to check out those skateboarding videos of Shaun’s again later. “Don’t knock the detail, man. I asked, didn’t I?” he pointed out good-naturedly. “Besides,” the comic store employee greeted them and he gave him a wave in return. “I like the detail. I like knowing that sort of stuff. It’s interesting.”
Jensen went over to the shelves of trade paperbacks. His eyes moved over the titles, scouring not only for the title he’d come here for but anything that caught his eye too. He was always on the look out for a new comic to try. “You’ll have to come with me when I get all this stuff,” he said as he searched, glancing over at Shaun and lowering his voice when he realized he’d followed him to the bookshelves. “Give me professional advice.”
"Sure, man. I'd love to," he said with a grin, tagging along behind Jensen. He just stood there, glancing over the the rows of colorful covers. A couple caught his eye, but he didn't touch any, not sure exactly what to do with it all. Instead he shoved his hands into his pockets, paying attention to what Jensen seemed interested in. "What's a trade?"
“Trade paperback or TPB,” Jensen answered, looking over at Shaun. “Oh! Or a graphic novel.” He laughed at himself like, duh, how could he forget. “It’s a bunch of comics reprinted in a bound book. Usually it’ll contain a story arc, but sometimes it’ll be a collection of stories. Sometimes they’ll have additional content which is really cool. Like, alternate cover-art or unprinted stories or introductions.” He got more excited the more he explained, talking quickly and animatedly. “I like collecting comics, but it can take up so much fucking room. And it can get expensive too. TPBs kinda...get around that problem, I guess. Now I only ever really buy the comics I want to collect or can’t wait for the trade for.”
"Oh, okay. Cool. That makes sense." He glanced over at a shelf with books that he now figured must be trades, reading the spines and smiling at familiar titles like Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Star Wars. "Seems like it'd be easier to read, too. Aren't comics like chapters, sort of? It'd drive me nuts, having to wait. I like reading everything all at once." He put his hands into his pockets, and went back to hovering behind Jensen. "Um, did you say there were Mass Effect ones earlier?"
Jensen was about to agree when Shaun asked him about Mass Effect and any further explanation about trades was completely forgotten. His attention snapped onto him in surprise and he excitedly asked, “You like Mass Effect? Awesome!” Grinning, he started looking for the book with a renewed vigilance. “There’re a few volumes. Liara, Aria, and the Illusive Man.” He counted them off on his fingers. “The one I’m looking for is called Homeworlds. It’s a set of short stories about Garrus, Vega, Tali, and Liara.” He made a victorious ‘a-hah!’ as he found what he was looking for and pulled out the trade as well as another one for Shaun to look at. “This is the Aria one. I liked it a lot.”
Shaun accepted it from him, flipping through the book slowly, careful not to go too far and chance ruining something for himself. "Do you mind if I read the one you're getting sometime?" he asked, glancing up at it for a moment before checking the price of the one he had. "I really like Garrus, so I'd like to read that one." He turned the book over in his hands again, considering it for a moment before adding, "I think I'll get this one."
The grin was practically nonstop now. The prospect of sharing the stuff he loved was kinda exciting. Jensen had never done that before. “Garrus is awesome,” he agreed. “You can definitely borrow this one. You can borrow any of my comics if you want. I don’t mind. If you like aliens and shit, you should check out Saga sometime. It’s great. Star Wars has some good comics too.” As he said this, he was already looking for examples, pulling the first volume of Saga out and then Tales of the Jedi. “Dead Space too, though those are more horror sci-fi.” He stopped there because air and because he’d realized he was probably just being annoying now. “But, um, yeah. Those are all good.”
"Dead Space?" Shaun asked, looking up from where he'd been glancing through Saga, eyebrows raised with interest. "I've played Dead Space. Only the first one, but I've been meaning to play the others." He put Saga back on the shelf, making a note to look it up again if Jensen asked him along again. "And yeah, I like Mass Effect. Haven't finished 3, so no spoilers. I don't play a lot of games, but I like sci-fi ones." He shrugged a little, then the corner of his mouth turned up in a small grin. "And thanks. Um, you can borrow my books too sometime, if you want. You take care of your shit, so...yeah, I don't mind."
“Cool,” Jensen said with a grin. “Thanks.” He tucked the graphic novel under his arm, grinned at Shaun again, and then moved down to where the new releases were displayed. The issue of Saga that he was missing was right there at the front of the stack, so he grabbed it and tucked it under his arm with his other comic. “So, you like some video games then?” He tried to sound casual, but excitement was this bubbly feeling inside of him, like he was going to fucking vomit it up in ramble and energy. He wanted to keep this going, wanted them to keep talking and getting along like this.
"Yeah," he said with a nod, slipping his hands into his pockets as he watched Jensen look through the new releases. "I'm not really a gamer, I started out playing Mass Effect and loved it, and I've played a couple of things since then. I'm kind of interested in Bioshock, since that new one is coming out. It's not really sci-fi, but it still looks cool." He shrugged as he trailed off, glancing over to Jensen. "What games do you play?"
Jensen let out a little laugh. “I think a better question would by what games do I not play,” he said with amused self-deprecation. “Action-adventure and survival horror are probably what I play the most. Um...” He slowly perused the shelves. He’d had everything he’d come here for, but they were talking so he kept looking not wanting the conversation to end just yet. “I love Mass Effect and Bioshock. Resident Evil, but the older ones are the best. Same with Silent Hill. Dead Space. Uncharted. Um, Left 4 Dead, Heavy Rain, Gears of War, Portal, Tomb Raider, Borderlands... Halo can be fun.” He laughed at himself again, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, yeaaah, a lot.”
“Maybe we should play sometime,” Jensen suggested, sounding casually though he felt anything but, as he flipped through a comic that’d had an interesting cover. “I know some of them aren’t really two-player games, but it could be fun.” He smiled at Shaun.
Shaun laughed at Jensen’s long list, listening even though he was losing track of the titles before he was even done. Some he’d heard of, but most he was clueless about. “I saw the Silent Hill movie,” he said unhelpfully, then rubbed his neck. “But it’s probably not anything like the game.”
He turned to look at a display of action figures, grinning when he saw a plastic TARDIS on the shelf. “And, sure, that sounds good.” It would mean less time for George, a voice piped up, and the familiar pang of guilt twisted up in his stomach. Maybe he could find a time that would work around both.
Jensen grinned, surprised but happy, “Awesome.” This roommate outing was turning out to be a huge success. They had plans for hanging out again not once but twice, and both came with the implication that there would be more times. “I, um,” he lifted up his comics, “I’ve got everything I came here for if you want to head to the skate shop now. I’ve just gotta pay and ask for an application.” He didn’t have high hopes since they didn’t have a hiring sign in the window, but he might as well ask anyway. He was here after all.
"Okay, cool. I'll get this too." He held up the book he'd decided on before heading to the desk. He ended up going first, since Jensen had to ask questions, and after paying he ended up milling around the door, glancing at pins while he waited for his roommate. When he spotted him heading his way, he looked over, eyebrows raised in question. "Any luck?"
Shrugging as he carefully tucked his comic books away in his computer bag, Jensen said, “He said he’d take a look at it, but no promises. They aren’t really hiring.” He opened the door for Shaun and then followed him out of the store. “You’ll have to let me know what you think about the comic.” He was excited Shaun was interested, that someone actually wanted to try a recommendation he’d made. He couldn’t wait until he read it and they could talk all about it. Or, well, Shaun could talk and he would fanboy like the ginormous nerdy fanboy that he was.
Shaun frowned at Jensen's response, even though it was what he figured would probably happen. He just knew that Jensen really wanted the job and that he really needed the money, so the fact one wasn't available when he'd be great at it was disappointing. He didn't mention it, though, instead focusing on the second thing Jensen had said. "Yeah, I definitely will. I'm excited, I had no idea they made Mass Effect comics."
Once they were in the car, he flipped through a little, but closed it back up, wanting to wait until he got back to their room. "We should ask the guys at the skate shop if they know of anyone getting rid of an old deck," he said, contorting himself in his seat until he was comfortable.
Jensen smiled at the way Shaun squished himself up onto the seat. “Yeah, definitely,” he agreed with a nod as he started the car. “Maybe we’ll have better luck there.”
The car pulled out of the parking lot and took a left, heading down the street. They passed storefront after storefront, the places having a weird, vague familiarity now that he’d gone into town a few times. “Um, so what kind of skateboard do you own?” he asked as they drove. “It looks cool.” And could he sound anymore lame?
"Thanks," he said, grinning over at Jensen. He liked his skateboard a lot, had saved to put together a really good one, and was proud of it. "The brand of the deck is Enjoi, with an i, not a y. It's nice, it's got great pop, the graphic doesn't scrape off too easily - there are some that you can basically scrape off with your fingernail - and the wood doesn't chip easily. The rest of it is a mix of stuff. Premade boards are good if you're starting out and you're stressed out researching, but I personally like putting them together myself." He glanced over, suddenly conscious of the fact it was probably more information than Jensen had wanted, and laughed. "I like talking about my equipment. Don't get me started on my camera."
Jensen listened interestedly, smiling a little as Shaun got more and more into detail. A glance over at him now and again told him that his expression was getting just as animated and enthusiastic as his voice. It was the second time they’d talked about skateboarding today and he wasn’t any less into it. It was obvious how much he loved it. “I think I want to get you started on your camera,” he said, grinning. Then, “Sooo, camera? I don’t know much about those unless they’re, like, disposable. Except this one time I planted a hidden camera at school to prove this dick was vandalizing my locker.” He’d gotten his proof and gotten the kid in trouble, but he’d gotten in trouble too. Something about inappropriate use of technology on school property or something.
"I can see why they might have had a problem with that." Shaun laughed, glancing over to Jensen. He could understand why he did it, though - sometimes being right was more important than getting in trouble. Though, George would probably tell him to stop being an idiot.
"And don't say I didn't warn you," he said before starting in on his camera, still dubious of whether Jensen would actually be interested once he realized how boring the topic could be. "I started on a Kodak Zi8 that I got off of eBay, and I used that for about a year? But eventually I wanted something with better quality, so I went for the Canon EOS Rebel T4i DSLR camera, and it is amazing. The video is fantastic, and the sound isn't great? But I just got an external mic for it and it's great. I also have a camera that attaches to my helmet or head, and that's what I use to get those first person action shots I use on the videos for my secondary channel." He rambled on about specifications for several minutes until he looked up, pointing out the window. "There, that's it."
“Thanks,” Jensen said and he turned the car into the parking lot. “That’s really cool, man. I figured that stuff was intense, but I never realized just how intense.” He chuckled and grinned. “Too bad I didn’t know you when I needed to hide that camera, huh? Maybe the high-def Jensen is a fag loser would have convinced the principle to go a bit easier on me,” he said, making light of the situation as if convincing someone else it hadn’t been a big deal would actually make it hurt less. He did a good job of it, of sounding like it hadn’t bothered him as much as it actually had, but then he had practice at that, didn’t he?
Jensen pulled the car into a parking space and turned off the engine. “I always wondered what you used,” he continued in pretty much the same breath. “The video quality was noticeably better than the other videos I watched.”
Shaun shifted uncomfortably at the slur, and the casualness Jensen had related it having been aimed at him, like it was something ordinary. He was grateful that Jensen kept going, saving him from having to come up with something to reply to it with, and that getting out of the car gave him a second to school his expression. "Thanks," he said, glancing at Jensen over the car, the corner of his mouth turning up in a grin. "It started becoming especially important when I started filming a lot of motion." He held the door open for Jensen as they reached the building, waiting for him to go to enter.
“Thanks,” Jensen said, smiling and going into the store. He turned after, walking backwards so he could still talk to the other boy. “I bet it did. Guess it would defeat the purpose of shooting motion stuff if it was all blurry. Though, maybe if you covered it all up with a couple of lens-flares people would have thought you were,” he made jazz hands and grinned, “artsy.”
Turning back around, Jensen looked at the wall of skateboard decks. “Holy shit,” he said because, wow, those were a lot of fucking skateboards. “Oh, dude, that one is awesome!” He pointed to a deck that said Game Over and had a badass-looking robot on it while his loud, enthusiastic voice got him a few looks.
Shaun was about to add something about slow mo and shitty indie music when Jensen's attention was drawn to the skateboards, and he chuckled, giving a dirty look to one of the guys rolling his eyes at Jensen. "Oh, yeah, that one is from Real Skateboards. They have some video game themed boards, too, like Pac Man and Donkey Kong." He scanned the wall until he spotted one, and pointed it out with a gloved hand. "There, see that Space Invaders one?"
Really, Shaun had Jensen had video game themed boards, but then the Space Invaders one was pointed out to him and he really started geeking out. He clapped his hands on Shaun shoulders, squeezing them as he bounced once, “Oh, dude!” and then away to get a closer look. “That is wicked cool! Look at the little aliens! I fucking love that one.” Unfortunately, the price tag meant it would be an unrequited love in which he would only ever love it from afar, but still! Look how fucking awesome it was! “Shit, dude, I had no idea there were so many different kinds!”
The touch on his shoulders took him by surprise, a mixture of never being completely comfortable with touch and the fact that no one had in months. He startled, but by the time he reacted, Jensen was already moving on, staring at the board. He chuckled a little to himself and shook his head as he moved towards the sheets of grip tape. "Yeah, each company has their own designs for decks, and they all have a lot of different ones. You can also get a blank and spray paint your own design into the deck, or use stickers or something...people decorate them in a lot of different ways."
“I’m not very,” Jensen glanced from the Space Invaders deck at Shaun and made a so-so gesture with his hand that was apparently supposed to indicate, “artistic. So the spray painting my own design thing is probably not for me.” He laughed. “Like, at all. Stickers though. That I could do.” Oh! He could make a superhero board! That would be awesome!
He turned away from the wall of decks and face Shaun. “So yours--Did you buy it like that or did you design it yourself?” he asked. “It’s cool.” ...Annnnd he’d already said that. Way to be not awkward. Good job.
"By all means, say it again. I never get tired of hearing how cool I am," Shaun laughed, giving Jensen his best for-the-camera grin before instantly dropping away his show persona and rubbing a hand through his hair. "Thanks. I did it myself. Since I was filming, I didn't want to deal with the bullshit of people accusing me of being paid by the company or whatever, so I figured it'd be best to do it myself. It's an Enjoi deck, but I layered the pink over, and then just got a flower stencil and spray painted. Easy, even for the artistically challenged like myself."
He eyed the hardware tools on the wall, almost grabbing the same model as the one he'd forgotten to pack, before a tool kit in the shape of a carabiner caught his eye. "Besides, I've seen those models you build. That's art."
Jensen smiled a little, flattered by the compliment, but then shrugged as he poked at pastel pink wheels that made him think of his sister’s soccer team, “Nah, that’s just screwing around.” It wasn’t real art. He just did it for fun and for himself. No one else was all that interested in them. Besides, they weren’t really that good anyway.
“So, what are we here for? Can I help you find anything or something?” Jensen came over to see what Shaun was looking at and his eyes went wide. “Oooh, what’s that? It’s pretty. And shiny.” He read the labeling. “That is a sexy, sexy tool, dude.” It was multifunctional and easy to carry around! He loved shit like that.
It's a tool kit. It's a carabiner, and pieces can slide out to be used as different size wrenches, plus a screwdriver, file, some other stuff. It's cool because you can take it skating and if anything happens, you can fix it right there. I forgot my other tool back in California, so I needed to grab a new one." He passed it to Jensen to let him play with, then ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, that's all I need. I want to grab a skate card and we can ask about used boards, then we can go?"
Jensen looked up from fiddling with the toolkit carabiner (which was as cool as it looked, btw. It was like the skateboarder’s equivalent of a Swiss Army knife). He flashed a thumbs-up. “Sounds good,” he said. “Lead the way, dude.”
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