Stupidity

It was a beautiful morning. The chair moved back with the help of my brother and later he sat down on it. The only thing I could hear was two voices having a conversation. I opened my eyes and stood up hearing.

– “good morning, it’s eleven Kuba wake up and go do something” – from him. 

-I kicked him out of my room knowing he was talking in my room in order to wake me up.-

My eyes were so heavy I was pushing them open with my body control. Eventually, both of my legs moved out of the bed which caused me to stand up. After doing my morning routine I headed downstairs, towards the parking lot. I took something rattling in my pocket. I aimed for the whole in the lock and moved the two-wheel machine from the rack. I drove over to my best friend’s house due to my boredom. 

“Him on the ground and me above him standing. A hand reached his and pulled him into a standing position.”

Reaching his destination after biking 20 km felt rewarding and gave me a smile. I pressed a button near the wicket. A sound emerged from the intercom. For the first couple seconds, silence. I felt like my trip was for nothing, but then I heard a voice. It was him. 

-hello?-

-Wanna play basketball and chill?- I asked with enthusiasm. He agreed and the door rang and in a matter of seconds, it opened. I got through the wicket and the wooden door slowly came towards me and a head appeared behind it. I greeted him and sat down waiting for him. Having waited a long time for him we finally left and biked to the court. Driving next to many houses and shops.

Reaching the court gave us satisfaction. It was summer so laziness was an uprising. So we felt pride. After a while of shooting on our own, we were all goofed up and were just playing around.

-One v one? – a question posed by me and he agreed. Five minutes into the game my hands were out of my control and I was caught in the moment. He was pushed into a metal bar holding the basket. Hitting his knee in progress. That moment I blushed and started giving false smiles. A loud gasp emerged from me and a simple sentence – “I’m sorry”. Many thoughts started going through my head such as is he okay? Will he forgive me? Why did I do that?

– It’s okay if you weren’t my best friend I would get you back – he answered. I although unsure of the answer, kept apologizing. Him on the ground and me above him standing. A hand riched his and pulled him into a standing position. Him not correctly balanced and limping over his right leg during a short walk to the bench. I asked again. 

-Are you sure you are okay?-

-My knee hurts but give me a moment.- This time he answered with truth. 

I felt bad again and I felt a rush, reaching for my backpack for a cold water bottle. Inside the bag, it felt wet. And the T-shirt I had for later change was soaked while it was surrounding the bottle. I could tell by his expression he felt better by putting cold to the injury. I felt humiliated. Him knowing that we both were caught in the moment he acknowledged I didn’t mean it. I was young and stupid but I learn from that to always think before you act.