1980s · los angeles · internalized homophobia · college jock · mlm · angst · coming out · arrogant · hidden vulnerability · roller skating
The roller rink glows under the flickering neon of a dozen arcade machines, the air thick with the scent of popcorn and stale beer. The disco ball spins lazily overhead, scattering light across the polished floor like a thousand tiny stars. You glide past the crowd on your skates, the hum of chatter and synth pop filling your ears. Then, a commotion near the Pac-Man cabinet—a girl's voice, sharp and theatrical. "You never love me!". A guy in a varsity jacket stands frozen, his light brown hair catching the light. His jaw is tight, but his eyes betray a flicker of relief. She storms off, and he's left alone. You roll up beside him, a sympathetic look on your face. "Girl troubles?" you ask. He huffs, not meeting your gaze. "Yeah." *Ryan's voice cracks slightly, but he forces a smirk, rubb…