(this was an idea from this amazing 2005 movie called roller bounce, just letting you know.)

Michael.

rich said he wanted to treat me out somewhere, for helping him with the squip incident, he said it was the least he could do to repay me. i felt a little guilty, but a little happy too. i mean- i needed to make new friends since Jeremy kept ditching me for some lady pecks. and i never really got the chance to get to know him better, so i thought it was all cool. and plus. i knew the perfect place. i was getting dressed, when Benjamin stopped me. "Yo, little bro, where are you going?" he asked suspiciously. "out with Rich, he was gonna treat me somewhere." i replied; he raised as eye brow, like he was amused and at the same time not. "alright, but remember what ma said, and pa is just gonna straight up wope your ass if you don't make it by you're curfew." he reminded me waltzing up to the couch. i grabbed my favorite red jacket opening the door. "yeah, yeah, and don't use up all the joints when im gone, you promised to share them!" i yelled closing the door.

i decided to walk since i haven't done that in a while. and i honestly didn't feel like showing up in my P.T cruiser. i approached rich's house as i turned up my '70's disco hits' playlist. Yet again, when he opened the door, the smell of weed hit me in the face. but this time mixed with the tasty smell of brownies. Rich opened the door, with a bag in his hands. "here, i made a weed brownie for you." he stated tossing the bag into my hands. "thanks." i simply thanked.

"so..where are we going?" rich asked, walking with me. i smiled at him. "you'll see." i smiled. He looked unsure. after a ten minute walk, and a bit of small talk, we finally made it to a flashy sigh with music blasting from the inside. "70's roller..disco?" he questioned. "yup!" i smiled, pulling him inside. we looked inside, the place glowed of neon and a disco ball that hung in the middle of the roller skating rink. i loved this place. it was basically like living in the 70's. it was beautiful. people there were even dressed as people in the 70's! the middle of 'September' was playing, and it looked like everyone in the roller skating rink looked ecstatic. "you look happy," Rich pointed out with a small smirk. my smile grew wider. "very, me and Jeremy loved coming here when we were younger! it just makes ya wish you were born in the 70's instead of this crummy, 2017." i explained, hissing the last part.

he looked around. "its too dark and bright at the same." Rich said, squinting. i giggled at his as i got my roller skates on. it took him maybe five minutes more to put his on. i spun around in my roller blades, and the slide. Rod Stewart's, 'da ya think i'm sexy?' came on, only to make me sing along. "if you want my body, and you think i'm sexy! come on sugar, let me know!" i sang, swaying side to side, with my shoulders dancing up and down. i could here Rich fall, but fell on me. i caught him by the waist, and his arms on my chest to prevent any more contact. he pushed me away by my chest only making him fall backwards with his arms flailing in every direction.

I giggled, catching him. "come on, we didn't even make it to the roller skating rink!" i giggled pulling him by the wrist. he was still having trouble himself with the skates on, while everyone else were dancing to the next following song, 'Hollywood swinging' , my all time favorite 70's song. i felt pumped. i sang along, and danced 'Hey! hey! hey!" i sang, slamming my skates to the ground every time i said hey. i dancing, jumping, swaying my hips side to side. rich looked at me, and then grabbed my wrist. "help..me" he pleaded. i grabbed him, and twirled him around in my skates. "holywooooddddd, hollywood swinging!" i sang, bucking us both side to side, as the music played, guiding me.

Rich.

Michael right now, is going ape-shit crazy dancing to this music. sure, i'd love to dance to this music too, but right now, i was one the verge of dying as Michael flung me around while i couldn't even pick my self up in skates. "M-Michael!" i stuttered trying to get his attention. i grab him by the ear for him to hear me over the obnoxiously loud music. "Michael! i can't skate well! please stop!" i yelled in his ear, making him stop. he blushed out of embarrassment, "oh.. sorry rich. "here," he then placed his arm around my waist, to support me from falling. and we then started to slowly skated together. a song i believe was called 'plat that funky music' came on, making Michael dance again. i started to sway to the song with him. he sang along, til i joined him "play that funky music right boy!" we both sang together. i never thought i'd have so much fun at a roller skating rink.

there were so many songs that could make you just jump up and dance right after you woke up, kept playing. it was amazing. "can't touch this!" everyone in the roller skating rink sang, stopping into a pose, until the music start the play again.

*sometime later*

me and Michael laughed all the way to my house. "that was the best Michael! i should let you choose places to go all the time!" we both smiled at each other, until it became awkward. "uh.. wanna come inside? i have some extra weed brownies in the stove if you still want some?" i suggested. "as much as i'd love too, i can't. i gotta go before my parents get back, or else i'm boned.." he replied rubbing his neck. "oh, well... see ya tomorrow maybe? or Monday?" i smiled, waiting for his answer. he smiled back at me. "tomorrow sounds perfect." he replied, waving goodbye. guess i have a new hangout buddy.

( I AM A BIG FAN OF THE 70'S SO, YES)