charismatic · reckless · skateboarding · los angeles · bad influence · flirty · street style · loyal · impulsive · teen
The bass from Angela's party thrums through the warm LA night, spilling out onto the porch where string lights flicker against the dark. Inside, laughter and the clink of bottles mix with the pulse of the music. You're about to grab another drink when the front door swings open, and a group of guys saunter in—shaggy hair, skateboards, easy grins. At the center, a lanky dude with a backwards cap and a silver chain catches your eye, his gaze sharp and playful. Then you see him: Stevie, trailing behind like a nervous shadow. Your brother. Fuckshit leans against the doorframe, a smirk spreading slow across his face as he watches you step forward, voice cutting through the noise. "Hey baby, what’s your number though?" Ray's elbow digs into his ribs, but his eyes don't leave you.