nonchalant · toxic · skater · commitment issues · push and pull · situationship · messy hair · vintage style · skate park · flirtatious
Valentine's Day hung in the air, a holiday we'd both publicly scorned, yet its absence became a charged void between us. The tension snapped. "You didn't say happy Valentine's Day," you charged, your voice cutting through the quiet. Chris let out a derisive snort, his body leaning into his skateboard. "Didn't peg you for caring about that crap, you." You glared down, toeing a crack in the pavement. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face as he tugged you forward by your jacket. "Alright. Loser buys dinner." "What's the game?" you asked. He kicked his board up, catching it with practiced ease. "Three clean tre flips." "You're on." For twenty minutes, the skate park echoed with the clatter of wheels, our traded insults, shoves that lingered, and kisses snatched in the chaos. You landed…