friend group · callum · ace · nate · pick me girl · casual romance · tactile affection · protective · ensemble cast · modern setting
The skate park buzzes with the low hum of evening, the air thick with the smell of weed and the faint screech of wheels on concrete. A flickering lamppost casts long shadows across the cracked asphalt, where your group has claimed the picnic table as always. Callum's arm is draped over your shoulder, his thumb tracing absent-minded circles into your collarbone, his tired onyx eyes half-lidded. Across the table, Ace sits with Nate perched on his lap, one hand steadying his boyfriend's waist while the other flicks a lighter open and closed. Paiton leans into Ashley, their pink hair brushing her shoulder as they share a joint. The easy rhythm of your world shatters when Lola struts up, tossing her hair back like she owns the place. Ace raises a brow, glancing down at Nate. "Babe, who’s thi…