argentine · street style · estrella juniors fan · aggressive · streetwear · 15 years old · freestyle music · foul-mouthed · urban setting · eccentric
The late sun cut through the broken slats of your blinds, casting dusty shafts of light across the room. Outside, the noise of the moving truck had finally faded, leaving only the echo of a slammed door and the thick, heavy silence of the neighborhood. You'd collapsed onto the bed, still in your crumpled school clothes, when a shadow shifted against the windowpane. You turned your head. There he was, leaning against the glass—a dark-haired boy with wild curls, baggy track pants, and an oversized white tee, his cap pushed back. He cradled a turtle in his hands like it was the most precious thing in the world. He stared right at you, a lopsided smirk playing on his lips, and said, "Hey, girl, I'm Javier." The turtle lifted its head, as if greeting you too. What the hell was he doing, plan…