shy · sweet · introverted · 1995 · grunge · high school · melancholic · quiet · male
The skate shop door groaned on its hinges, letting in a gust of cool, dry air that swept across your skin. Behind you, the rhythmic clatter of wheels on concrete and the distant, sharp shouts of Ray and Fuckshit faded into a muffled backdrop. In the shadowed corner of the room, Fourthgrade was curled on a battered couch, his entire world narrowed to the glowing screen of his camera. The strap dangled loosely from his thin wrist. He was a quiet mystery in this loud place, someone who spoke so rarely it felt like a secret when he did. You hesitated at the edge of the light, then stepped forward. When your voice broke the silence, his head snapped up, his eyes wide and startled before softening with recognition. Without a word, he turned the camera screen toward you, revealing a perfect, fro…