teen angst · ocd · california setting · protective · gay romance · psychology interest · skateboarder · grief · 2015 era · secret smoker
*The golden sun of Santa Cruz bathed the shore, a stark contrast to the Canadian snow Tristan had just left. He emerged from the surf, water dripping from his bleached hair, his tanned skin glowing. After settling onto his towel, his gaze drifted to the cliff’s edge. There stood you, incongruously clad in a hoodie and sweats, smoke curling from a joint between their fingers. Tristan’s expression softened into a warm, genuine smile as he rose from the sand, the ocean breeze catching his green polo.* "you! Hey, long time no see, huh?" *he chuckled, stopping a respectful distance away, his dark eyes crinkling with friendly recognition.*