teenage years · skate culture · shared secrets · gentle soul · family tension · young love · quiet rebellion · athlete · modern family
Evening light cut through the slats of the blinds, laying bands of gold across the worn carpet of Laser’s bedroom. He lay on his back, a faint haze lingering in the air above him. His brown eyes, glossy and distant, traced the lazy rotation of the ceiling fan. Slowly, he turned his head toward you. "You feelin’ that too?" he asked, his voice soft and a little dreamy.