It was a normal Friday morning.
Dangling from the hook of a rusting crane, Aiden vigilantly observed the street below to ensure any watchman on patrol didn’t detect him. The bitter air of London’s streets was just as unwelcoming forty feet up, but that didn’t matter anymore once the adrenaline kicked in. It coursed through every vein in his body, finally giving him the rush he’d been craving since the crack of dawn.
Another day of boredom was soon to follow, so he savoured every single moment he could get out in the open. He relished himself with each leap, vault and roll he took. His daily routine of morning parkour never felt so stimulating.
His focus shifted to a pile of old cars. The scrapyard always had a knack for vintage items, and Aiden plunged himself right in; leaping across in a single bound. His satisfaction was disrupted by the vague warnings of a guard yelling at him to come down. Like always, he merely disregarded the man’s instructions, and instead concentrated on the view that presented itself upon him. A row of flats, buildings and a beautiful skyline in the distance stared right back into his eyes, welcoming him home.
More obscenities were being hurled his way from the ground, but Aiden wasn’t having any of it. Not looking down, and putting his headphones back in, he immediately blasted some of his music, starting off with one his favourites, Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz.
He leapt over to a slightly larger pile, his fingerless leather gloves grabbing onto the top of the car. Swinging over as if it were a vine, he scaled down the rest of the pile and landed on some tyres below. Turning his face, he noticed the security guard panting towards him. Aiden sniggered, as it was probably the most exercise the guard had gotten in weeks.
He gave the guard one final wink before landing on his feet and running to the exit. He probably shouldn’t have gone there that day, or any other day for that matter, but he’d do it all again just for that feeling. The sensation that anything is possible, that the whole world was just a canvas waiting to be painted. Luckily, he was holding the paintbrush.
His fantasy was interrupted by his ring tone, which he stopped to admire for a moment. Pausing his music and looking at his phone in almost the same motion, Aiden was not at all surprised to see it was Alison Montgomery calling him again. He had noticed he had about three minutes to get to school and two miscalls from Alison, so he answered the phone.
“Hello, are you trying to reach Mr Malcolm? I mean, I’m sorry to keep you waiting, but he was a little bit occupied”
“You were listening your ring tone again, weren’t you? Anyway you got about three minutes left to get here, so please don’t be late again. You know I don’t want you to get in trouble”.
“Three minutes is nothing, don’t worry. I’ll be there in two”
Alison sighed and laughed over the phone. “Did you go by the junkyard again?”
Aiden froze up. “No…”
She sighed. “Aiden, you know you’re the worst liar in the world, right?”
“Okay, yeah I did, I might have scraped my arm a bit but hey, no pain, no gain right?”
“Well, that’s all fine but please don’t be late like last time”
“Oh come on, when was I late?” He knew exactly what she was talking about, but he liked joking around with her.
“Don’t make me bring up the dislocated arm story again.”
“Think I got a leeway on that, Alison.”
“Didn’t stop you running here, did it?”
“No, should it have?”
Alison laughed on the other end of the phone. Her cute giggle gave Aiden chills down his spine. “I got two minutes now Alison, don’t worry I’ll make it, I’ll bet you today’s drinks?”
“Sure, you know what kind I take right?”
“You seem pretty confident there, where’s the support? Come on.”
“Eh, I just could really go for a drink, to be honest.”
“Me too. Tell you what, give me one minute, and I’ll take a grape one after school”
“Okay, you got yourself a deal, see you...
…in a minute”
Shutting off his phone, Aiden ran a little bit faster to ensure the bet that he’d just closed. On the way to school there weren’t many obstacles, but he made the most of what he had, jumping over leftover cardboard boxes and sliding over car hoods, especially the one of the principal. He always greased his car, so Aiden slid right over with ease.
Alison was standing in front of the entrance of the school, waiting for Aiden. She had her dirty blond hair tied up in pigtails and was trying to make the most of what she could about the horrendous looking school uniform. Aiden walked up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. “Ten seconds left, looks like drinks are on you this time”
“Oh come on dude, I got them last time” She brought out her secret weapon when she said this, her classic puppy dog eyes.
Aiden knew that with Alison’s bright green eyes and freckles, the ‘puppy dog’ face almost worked, but not today. He decided to ignore it for the better benefit of a good laugh later. “Deal’s a deal, Al”
Alison continued to pout, and then looked down, sighing. “Ugh, fine, thought I had you there with the puppy dog face”
“Gotta do better next time”
“You just gotta keep continuing to surprise me, don’t you?”
“That’s me, always a surprise, always on time”
The bell suddenly rang twice, that could only mean one thing. They had both missed registration. Aiden turned to Alison, trying not to laugh. “That’s umm...not supposed to happen”
Alison sniggered and flicked her little fringe back away from her eyes. “Life’s full of surprises, right?” Giving Aiden a playful shove, she ran past him as he looked on. Her blonde hair danced off her shoulders like a waterfall as she skipped along. Aiden smiled, and then ran somewhere quickly to change. Just as well he kept his uniform in his backpack.