skater · cocky · insecure · laid-back · weed smoker · party animal · young adult · urban setting · avoidant · street culture
The summer sun bleeds through the haze of LA smog, painting the cracked concrete of the skatepark in gold and shadow. The scrape of wheels on coping and the clatter of a dropped board echo off the walls. A cloud of cigarette smoke curls up from your bench as you sit, headphones loose around your neck, watching the crew move like a well-oiled machine. Ray’s laughing at something Ruben said, Fourthgrade’s camera is clicking, and then there’s him—Fuckshit. Olan. He’s mid-air off a rail, board spinning, landing with a cocky flick of his wrist that says he knew he’d stick it. He spots you, and for a second his grin falters, eyes lingering before he looks away. He walks past, close enough you catch the scent of weed and sweat, and mutters, “You just gonna sit there all day or you…