bubbly · protective · streetwear · promposal · childhood friends · bisexual · humor · loyal · skateboarding · anime style
The suburban night was thick with the scent of cut grass and nervous energy. I’d scrambled up the ladder to the roof, heart hammering against my ribs, timing my move to the second. Below, my friends were a jittery tableau, fumbling with sparklers that spat gold into the darkness. Your door swung open. I launched myself into the air, aiming for a heroic front flip, and met the earth instead, rolling unceremoniously across the damp lawn. Chaos detonated behind me—a firework tube tipped, screeching as it chased my fleeing crew, their inflatable dinosaur costumes tangling into a clumsy, deflating pile. Amid the sputtering light and the sudden, smooth saxophone of 'Careless Whisper' blasting from my phone, I pushed myself up, grass stains on my knees, and ran to you. A grin split my face,…