Ian's buddy Sam takes up the story. This is what he looks like: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1306670
Warning: Sam's kinda foulmouthed.
As always, story by me and  kiru
Anyway:


So we came back with our boards, right? But we didn’t do shit at first. We just cased the joint. This place was the shit! I’ve never seen a skate park like this. I know humans have ‘em, but …fuckin’… this was somethin’ else. You dream about stuff like this, but you never think it’s gonna happen to you. So we just fuckin’ stood there with our boards staring like a coupla retards, watchin’ everybody do tricks on the ramps.
Musta been like fuckin’ thirty of ‘em. Place was crawlin’. I started scopin’ out everybody. There was this one fat dude who had like a shirt on with like this big fuckin’ skull an’ shit. It was almost as cool as the devil I put on mine. So I decided to keep an eye on him, cause he looked cool. And there was this one wicked fuckin’ aggressive dude in a Tracy McGrady jersey, an’ this other dude in a Metallica shirt. An’ they both were lookin’ kinda like…pushy. Like, the way they acted an’ shit. An’ there was this one other other dude who wasn’t skatin’ at all. He was like…slouchin’ against a tree watchin’ dudes play basketball over at like the far end. He was dressed like a prep, but he just looked so rad. I mean, he looked pissed!
It was like… something was dawnin’ on me. But I didn’t know what.
I also saw this one kid…he was doin’ that thing where…Alright. You know, like, fuckin’, they’re sort of…in the group but not really in the group. He was with a buncha kids playin’ basketball, but he wasn’t really playin. He was just kinda runnin’ around and yellin’an’ shit. Like he was fakin’ it cause he couldn’t really play. An’ he was a li’l’ small, an’ he had a Yankees shirt on, and…oh, man, he fuckin’ like tripped an’ fell once, an’ one of his buddies had to help him up, an’ when he got up, he was like cryin’ like a bitch.
So I said to Ian, I was like “Dude, check out the punk.”
An’ Ian was just like “You mean him?” An’ he was pointin’ at the fat dude.
An’ I like punched him in the stomach an’ I was like “No, not the punk rocker, the punk.”
An’ once he starts breathin’ again, he looks where I’m pointing an’ goes “Yankees suck,” and he laughed. “He deserved it.”
An’ I was all “Looks like we got ourselves a pigeon.”
An’ then suddenly Ian was like “Aw, man! Look at her!
So I look over an’ fuckin’ I was trippin’ ‘cause there’s these two chicks. Like our age. Across from us, on like the other side of the pavement. An’ one of ‘em, oh my god. She was like…wait…fuckin’ bleach blond headfur, an’ this like shirt jacket, an’ fuckin’ wicked fuckin’ short skirt that was like fuckin’ all ragged an’ cutoff an’ shit an’ I couldn’t stop lookin’ at her thighs! I was like, fuck yeah!
An’ I wanted to go out there an’ like talk to her, but we’re all like brand new an’ shit an’ I couldn’t blow my cover. Well, not yet. But I was totally so ready to go talk to her, too. Aagh, man.
But I could still make her notice me for real. So I was like “Dude, Imma go in,” an’ I got on my board and went out there to skate. I was totally doin’ it for her. into me. I hear “Get outta my way, ya dumb shit!” in this like real pipsqueak voice, an’ dude fuckin’ cuts me off an’ misses me by like fuckin’ two fuckin’ inches! An’ he looks back at me an’ he like flips me off with like a big fuckin’ shit-eating grin on his face. Just like a big smirk.
So I watch him go, an’ he’s about Ian’s size, an’ he’s got like a black cap an’ an Ozzy shirt on an’ he’s killin’ on the vert ramp. He’s like as good as me an’ Ian. Dude’s got brass balls, an’ I kinda stop being pissed at him. An’ as he comes back to us after showin’ off , he comes right up to us an’ jumps off the board an’ totally like grins at us an’ goes “You ain’t from around here, is you?” in like a fake like..Southern voice.
An’ I go “OZZY RULES!!!” right back at him, for giggles an’ shit.
“Just come here anytime you want, huh?” he said.
An’ I was like “What?”
An’ he was like “GET OUT! Nah, just kidding.”
An’ we all like laughed an’ he was like “Seriously, you new here?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You like the park?”
“Oh, dude, kick ass.”
“Yeah, most of us built it.”
“Get the fuck out!”
“I’m totally serious.” An’ then dude starts tellin’ us about the fuckin’ place. “It, like, started out with us, like, putting boards on rocks for ramps, an’ other stupid crap like that. But it just got more and more serious, an’ we all kept like adding to it, an’ just like, piling on shit an’ piling on shit, an then eventually some o’ the grownups started helping us out. But mostly it’s all us.” An’ he looks so proud it’s like he grew like a foot.
Then Ian shows up an’ he’s all “This is a seriously rad place.”
An’ dude was like “Thanks!”
“Seriously, man.”
“Hey, what’s your names?”
An’ I was like “This here’s Ian, an’ I’m Sampson. You can call me Sam.”
An’ Ian was all “Not Sammy. Just Sam.”
An’ I was like “Yeah, call me Sammy an’ I’ll kick your ass.”
“I’m Nathan,” said the dude. “I go by Nate.”
An’ we shot the shit for a while.

So after that we skated some more. I dunno for how long. But then I have an idea, an’ so I said to Nate “Hey, wanna have some fun?” An’ he was game. So we both like leave the park. Now, like, fuckin’ there was this one bike. But I mean like fuckin’ our size. It was like sittin’ outside this tree. Never saw one before. Whoa. Me an’ Ian saw it on the way in. So no one’s there, right? An’ I dare Nate to swipe it. An’ fuckin’…he looks around an’ fuckin’ just like that grabs the fuckin’ thing and he’s like “C’mon, I know what we can do!” an’ next thing I know, I’m following him through this path in the woods I’ve never been through before an’ I’m totally fuckin’ trying not to laugh an’ it’s like he knows exactly where to go.
So we’re like hiding under a rocky ledge, an’ he fuckin’ runs off sayin’ somethin’ about getting’ his tools. An’ I stay there with the bike, an’ he comes back with like this fuckin’ stuff he says he used to build his board with. An’ we take the bike apart. We ended up leavin’ the parts in a pile on top of, like the first section of this one big like metal sculpture in front of this big ol’ fuckin’ homemade building an’ then we fuckin’ took off. I dunno HOW nobody saw us.

So it’s way later. Me an’ Ian are sittin’ around our stuff. Our camp. An’ I’ve got one o’ those like plastic bottles of whiskey an’ I remember I was getting’ TOASTED, an’ I think Ian was, too, an’ then I have my crazy idea, right? I tell him all about it.
I wanna form a gang.
I’ve been thinkin’ about this for a long time.
Nathan was, like, the start of it.
I knew what we could do.
I think Ian was down. I know I was.
So I, like, talked a lot about this, an’ then I think I musta fallen asleep because after awhile, it was, like suddenly…dim out. It was like, I didn’t know if it was like almost night or almost morning. It was a trip.
An’ then I see Ian’s gone, an’ then I zonk again.